T-Bone - Organized Rhyme Lyrics
I snatch the mic and rock and spit rhymes that make the world stopAnd wanna-be MCs shed tears like Tupacstabbin my soldier in the back, but you sittin on the benchshut yo mouth about my man, cause i'll come to his defenseI gotta drop thang upon your feelso in this next line Mayhem bout to get for realhalf a y'all is wack, no lyrical talent, you pretendersyou're wrong about the Organized Rhyme representersthe other half approach if you wish to persist in my rageyou cease to exist when I enter the stageI'm invincible, you invisible, break you down to pure miniblesnow you miserable, destroy you with no intervalsin my mind I see a lyrical beam on your headwhen its time to go to the battle zone all I see is redcause you in danger, when I come through whos stoppin me ?A kamikaze Mobb a Deep-er, than Havoc or Prodigy, uh[Chorus]I represent the Organized Rhyme c-a-Crewno one can do what we do, thats why there's just a few(Organized Rhyme) ORCdroppin lyrics led by the Spirit on the M I C[Maximillian]Maximillian sees the problems in the Christian industryso I'm breakin off all these hooble-type rapperscause they don't feast on dope beats, they're just snackersmeanwhile our crew explodes like fire crackersbackwards mentalityyou disrespect the pioneers who paved the way for you and your crewwe be the deacons of this industrydis and Mayhem and T and the E - D O Gwhen actually your lyrics straight be glorifyin the enemyI hate to hit you with a blast from the past LPwithout the LORD, man it wouldnt sell 3most brothas be like, "man don't I know you ?" and its true91, 92, where were you ?, I'm bangin with the Organized Rhyme Crew[Chorus][T-Bone]check it outwell it be my turn to bust, so watch out, you know the dealI cut MCs like Zorro, leavin faces scarred up like Sealreally tho, so peep the voice, I be the B O N Ewit the crew who hold more championships than Wayne Gretzky(cause we be) the Organized Rhyme bambinosbustin more rhymes than tech 9s held by Al Pachinoso watch out, we comin full force with dope productionAnd these lyrics so phat, sometimes I need lyposuctionshuh, I'm in the house like a kitchen, flippin lyrics sweet like honeyAnd I got mo raps than the mummysteady killin the demons everyday like Chunghattiuntil the day God gone beam me up like Scotty(oh yeah) did I forget to mentionthat I be keepin MCs locked up like Shawshank Redemptionhuh, its just a gift, now I be passin the microphoneback to my cousin who used to sling more keys than a lock smith, ahh[Chorus][E-Dog]pose a threat, my rhymes be organized like my crewIt's the few, but not the proud like some groups around foolIt's the E to the D O Glyrically assassinatin demons everyday like my cousin Tsee, we be, the notorious Organized Rhyme cliqueequipped with the Word of God like a pistol gripAnd when I'm thumpin gets to pumpin more and more of what you lookin foraura in your town, now we takin overso put away your nursery rhymes, chimes, and nickel and dime hooksyou ain't got no verse in this rap bookdear God, I got up in the ride because its scaryfor T-Bo capped 'em writin out a dictionaryI don't associate myself with playa haters, can't trust 'emthey say we ain't dope, but we still can't pass through customs(dust 'em) like finger prints (you can't touch his mind)my crew be more United than the Airlines- 3X
