Organized Rhyme

[Mayhem] I snatch the mic and rock and spit rhymes that make the world stop And wanna-be MCs shed tears like 2Pac Stabbin my soldier in the back, but you sittin on the bench Shut yo mouth about my man, cause i'll come to his defense I gotta drop thang upon your feel So in this next line Mayhem bout to get for real Half a y'all is wack, no lyrical talent, you pretenders You're wrong about the Organized Rhyme representers The other half approach if you wish to persist in my rage You cease to exist when I enter the stage I'm invincible, you invisible, break you down to pure minibles Now you miserable, destroy you with no intervals In my mind I see a lyrical beam on your head When its time to go to the battle zone all I see is red Cause 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-Crew No one can do what we do, thats why there's just a few (Organized Rhyme) ORC Droppin lyrics led by the Spirit on the M I C [Maximillian] Maximillian sees the problems in the Christian industry So I'm breakin off all these hooble-type rappers Cause they don't feast on dope beats, they're just snackers Meanwhile our crew explodes like fire crackers Backwards mentality You disrespect the pioneers who paved the way for you and your crew We be the deacons of this industry Dis and Mayhem and T and the E - D O G When actually your lyrics straight be glorifyin the enemy I hate to hit you with a blast from the past LP Without the LORD, man it wouldn't sell 3 Most brothas be like, "man don't I know you ?" and its true 91, 92, where were you ?, I'm bangin with the Organized Rhyme Crew [Chorus] [T-Bone] Check it out Well it be my turn to bust, so watch out, you know the deal I cut MCs like Zorro, leavin faces scarred up like Seal Really tho, so peep the voice, I be the B O N E Wit the crew who hold more championships than Wayne Gretzky (cause we be) the Organized Rhyme bambinos Bustin more rhymes than tech 9s held by Al Pachino So watch out, we comin full force with dope production And these lyrics so phat, sometimes I need lyposuctions Huh, I'm in the house like a kitchen, flippin lyrics sweet like honey And I got mo raps than the mummy Steady killin the demons everyday like Chunghatti Until the day God gone beam me up like Scotty (oh yeah) did I forget to mention That I be keepin MCs locked up like Shawshank Redemption Huh, its just a gift, now I be passin the microphone Back 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 crew It's the few, but not the proud like some groups around fool It's the E to the D O G Lyrically assassinatin demons everyday like my cousin T See, we be, the notorious Organized Rhyme clique Equipped with the Word of God like a pistol grip And when I'm thumpin gets to pumpin more and more of what you lookin for Aura in your town, now we takin over So put away your nursery rhymes, chimes, and nickel and dime hooks You ain't got no verse in this rap book Dear God, I got up in the ride because its scary For T-Bo capped 'em writin out a dictionary I don't associate myself with playa haters, can't trust 'em They 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 [Chorus] - 3X