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You can set my mode to WHATEVER\nOr simply pay the PENALTYYY for walking this endeavor\nMy observations on your orchid egos'll let you penetrate\n(We'll DEVASTATE) have you fuckin fall when you fake!\n\n(Bring it on!) You can set my mode to WHATEVER\nOr simply pay the PENALTYYY for walking this endeavor\nMy observations on your orchid egos'll let you penetrate\n(We'll DEVASTATE) have you fuckin fall when you fake!\n\n(Bring it on!) You can set my mode to WHATEVER\nOr simply pay the PENALTYYY for walking this endeavor\nMy observations on your orchid egos'll let you penetrate\n(We'll DEVASTATE) have you fuckin fall when you fake!\n\n(Bring it on!) I even be gettin' more graphic than a Neo-Geo, thirty-two bit computer chip\nBe slipped between my lips and then I'll spit!\nSpit it out (OUT) spit it out (OUT) go ahead spit out (OUT)\nThat itty bitty style you upchuck\nBetta believe I buttfuck MC's from the rear it appears ya stuck up!\n\nIt's my termi-NOlogy that strikes the MIND and rips this BEAT apart\nYou know the many styles I choose will bruise crews from the start\nI flow awk-wardly that's awk-wardly I flow that's to the rhythm\nIncisions are made into the brain and then I begin to give em\nA lobotomy, follow me!\n\nI'm shapin your br-ayi-yi-ya-in... li-li-li-li-like... pot-der-der-der-ery...\n(ALL OVER THE TRACK!)\n\nGimme the P-H, gimme the A-R,\nGimme the O-A gimme the H-E, Pharoahe\nCrazy poison tip arrows are hittin you from all directions\nYou cannot dodge or manage to dislodge them from the point at which they are connecting\n\nI am se-se-selecting a ne-ne-ne-new style-style\nFor the p-pile-piles of MC's who try to get buck-buckwild\nF-F-F-FUCK DAT! when I'm in a ren-ova-tive state of mind\nI'm innovative, never been afraid of rockin the microphone\nI'm prone to be eliminating\n\nCling when I sing a song of sixpence, if it makes sense, cents then sing along\nCling along to my nuts if you got guts then bring it on\n(BRING IT, BITCH!)\n\n(Bring it on!) You can set my mode to WHATEVER\nOr simply pay the PENALTYYY for walking this endeavor\nMy observations on your orchid egos'll let you penetrate\n(We'll DEVASTATE) have you fuckin fall when you fake!\n\n(Bring it on!) You can set my mode to WHATEVER\nOr simply pay the PENALTYYY for walking this endeavor\nMy observations on your orchid egos'll let you penetrate\n(We'll DEVASTATE) have you fuckin fall when you fake!\n\n(Bring it on!) You can set my mode to WHATEVER\nOr simply pay the PENALTYYY for walking this endeavor\nMy observations on your orchid egos'll let you penetrate\n(We'll DEVASTATE) have you fuckin fall when you fake!\n\n(BRING IT ON) There is no equivalent one consider me the epitome of rhymes\nRhythm to techs execution is parallel to them with an exception of the organisms\nMy telepathy cannot be dismantled so stop sweatin' me\nGettin me vexed, while outdated raps get trampled\n\nFE-FI-FOE steps up elevations show\nThat I'm ahead of your time... behind a dope rhyme\n\nRippin shit up at prime time I'm Optimus Prime, time material\nImperial wizard, of vocabularic havoc I eat MC's like cereal!\nThat's soggy, milky skills like Mister Miyagi\nWhen it's foggy I release globby spits of names of rappers in the lobby as a hobby\n\nI'll... rip your nit-SHIT GET STICK QUICK, GET YOUR CREW - before I do\nSomething gory to your quite futile STYLES\nMiniature raps get waxed, simonized\nInto the fifth dimension of your centrifugal never typical stand attention\n\nI'm, mystical rip shit til the power blows (BLOWS!)\nThose chose to compete we delete em, observe defeat!\nThat's sendin down from above to GET CHA, HIT CHA, split cha ditch cha\nPicture you, victorious\nThe story is, you're boring\n\n(Bring it on!) You can set my mode to WHATEVER\nOr simply pay the PENALTYYY for walking this endeavor\nMy observations on your orchid egos'll let you penetrate\n(We'll DEVASTATE) have you fuckin fall when you fake!\n\n(Bring it on!) You can set my mode to WHATEVER\nOr simply pay the PENALTYYY for walking this endeavor\nMy observations on your orchid egos'll let you penetrate\n(We'll DEVASTATE) have you fuckin fall when you fake!\n\nBRING IT ON... WHATEVER!\n\nWE'LL DEVASTATE, HAVE YOU FUCKIN FALL WHEN YOU'RE FAKE!\nBRING IT ON!","syncedLyrics":"[00:22.82] (Bring it on!) You can set my mode to WHATEVER\n[00:25.88] Or simply pay the PENALTYYY for walking this endeavor\n[00:28.78] My observations on your orchid egos'll let you penetrate\n[00:32.36] (We'll DEVASTATE) have you fuckin fall when you fake!\n[00:34.24] (Bring it on!) You can set my mode to WHATEVER\n[00:37.33] Or simply pay the PENALTYYY for walking this endeavor\n[00:40.25] My observations on your orchid egos'll let you penetrate\n[00:43.87] (We'll DEVASTATE) have you fuckin fall when you fake!\n[00:45.75] (Bring it on!) You can set my mode to WHATEVER\n[00:48.69] Or simply pay the PENALTYYY for walking this endeavor\n[00:51.68] My observations on your orchid egos'll let you penetrate\n[00:55.33] (We'll DEVASTATE) have you fuckin fall when you fake!\n[00:57.36] (Bring it on!) I even be gettin' more graphic than a Neo-Geo, thirty-two bit computer chip\n[01:01.00] Be slipped between my lips and then I'll spit!\n[01:03.07] Spit it out (OUT) spit it out (OUT) go ahead spit out (OUT)\n[01:04.58] That itty bitty style you upchuck\n[01:05.91] Betta believe I buttfuck MC's from the rear it appears ya stuck up!\n[01:09.07] It's my termi-NOlogy that strikes the MIND and rips this BEAT apart\n[01:12.10] You know the many styles I choose will bruise crews from the start\n[01:14.65] I flow awk-wardly that's awk-wardly I flow that's to the rhythm\n[01:17.74] Incisions are made into the brain and then I begin to give em\n[01:20.45] A lobotomy, follow me!\n[01:21.57] I'm shapin your br-ayi-yi-ya-in... li-li-li-li-like... pot-der-der-der-ery...\n[01:25.57] (ALL OVER THE TRACK!)\n[01:26.24] Gimme the P-H, gimme the A-R,\n[01:27.67] Gimme the O-A gimme the H-E, Pharoahe\n[01:29.47] Crazy poison tip arrows are hittin you from all directions\n[01:32.18] You cannot dodge or manage to dislodge them from the point at which they are connecting\n[01:35.43] I am se-se-selecting a ne-ne-ne-new style-style\n[01:37.23] For the p-pile-piles of MC's who try to get buck-buckwild\n[01:39.98] F-F-F-FUCK DAT! when I'm in a ren-ova-tive state of mind\n[01:43.46] I'm innovative, never been afraid of rockin the microphone\n[01:45.82] I'm prone to be eliminating\n[01:47.37] Cling when I sing a song of sixpence, if it makes sense, cents then sing along\n[01:50.82] Cling along to my nuts if you got guts then bring it on\n[01:53.46] (BRING IT, BITCH!)\n[01:54.60] (Bring it on!) You can set my mode to WHATEVER\n[01:57.57] Or simply pay the PENALTYYY for walking this endeavor\n[02:00.63] My observations on your orchid egos'll let you penetrate\n[02:04.26] (We'll DEVASTATE) have you fuckin fall when you fake!\n[02:06.36] (Bring it on!) You can set my mode to WHATEVER\n[02:09.31] Or simply pay the PENALTYYY for walking this endeavor\n[02:12.19] My observations on your orchid egos'll let you penetrate\n[02:15.73] (We'll DEVASTATE) have you fuckin fall when you fake!\n[02:17.63] (Bring it on!) You can set my mode to WHATEVER\n[02:20.77] Or simply pay the PENALTYYY for walking this endeavor\n[02:23.52] My observations on your orchid egos'll let you penetrate\n[02:27.13] (We'll DEVASTATE) have you fuckin fall when you fake!\n[02:29.14] (BRING IT ON) There is no equivalent one consider me the epitome of rhymes\n[02:32.03] Rhythm to techs execution is parallel to them with an exception of the organisms\n[02:35.89] My telepathy cannot be dismantled so stop sweatin' me\n[02:38.49] Gettin me vexed, while outdated raps get trampled\n[02:41.00] FE-FI-FOE steps up elevations show\n[02:43.36] That I'm ahead of your time... behind a dope rhyme\n[02:46.36] Rippin shit up at prime time I'm Optimus Prime, time material\n[02:49.23] Imperial wizard, of vocabularic havoc I eat MC's like cereal!\n[02:52.74] That's soggy, milky skills like Mister Miyagi\n[02:54.84] When it's foggy I release globby spits of names of rappers in the lobby as a hobby\n[02:58.02] I'll... rip your nit-SHIT GET STICK QUICK, GET YOUR CREW - before I do\n[03:02.17] Something gory to your quite futile STYLES\n[03:04.38] Miniature raps get waxed, simonized\n[03:06.20] Into the fifth dimension of your centrifugal never typical stand attention\n[03:09.34] I'm, mystical rip shit til the power blows (BLOWS!)\n[03:12.10] Those chose to compete we delete em, observe defeat!\n[03:14.97] That's sendin down from above to GET CHA, HIT CHA, split cha ditch cha\n[03:17.96] Picture you, victorious\n[03:19.67] The story is, you're boring\n[03:21.07] (Bring it on!) 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I'll!\nRip your nitshit get stick quick get your crew before I do\nSomething gory to your quite futile styles\nMiniature raps get waxed, simonized\n\nInto the fifth dimension of your centifugal never typical stand attention\nI'm, mystical rip shit til the power blows\nThose chose to compete we delete em -- observe defeat\nThat's sending down from above to get cha hit cha split cha ditch cha\nPicture you, victorious\nI'm gory plus your shit's mad boring, bring it on\n\nBring it on, bring it on, bring it on motherfucker bring it on (2X)","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Bring It On\n  artist: Organized Konfusion\n  album: 'Stress: The Extinction Agenda (deluxe redux)'\n  duration_ms: 244320\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Bring it on motherfucker bring it on\n  Bring it on motherfucker bring it on\n  Bring it on motherfucker bring it on\n  Bring it on motherfucker bring it on\n\n  MONCH!\n  I even be gettin more graphic than an Neo Geo\n  Thirty-two bit computer chip be slipped between my lips\n  And then I'll spit\n\n  Spit it out spit it out go ahead spit out\n  That itty bitty style you upchuck\n  Betta believe I buttfuck MC's from the rear it appears you're stuck up\n\n  It's my terminology that strike up mind and rips this beat apart\n  You know the many styles I choose will bruise crews from the start\n  I flow awkwardly cause awkwardly I flow fast to the rhythm\n  Incisions are made into the brain and then I begin to give em\n  A lobotomy, follow me I'm shapin your brain. like. pottery\n\n  All over the track\n  Gimme the P-H gimme the A-R gimme the O-A gimme the H-E, Pharoahe\n  Crazy poison tip arrows are hittin you from all directions\n  You cannot dodge or manage to dislodge them from the point at\n  Which they are connecting\n\n  I am se-se-selecting a ne-ne-ne-new style-style\n  For pa-pa-pa-pile-piles of MC's who try to get bu-bu-bu-buck-buckwild\n  Fu-fu-fu-fuck dat, when I'm in a renovative state of mind\n  I'm innovative, never been afraid of rockin the microphone\n  I'm prone to be eliminating\n  Cling when I sing a song of sixpence if it makes sense then sing along\n  Cling along to my nuts if you got guts then bring it on\n\n  Bring it on motherfucker bring it on (8X)\n\n  There is no equivalent one consider me the epitome of rhymes\n  Rhythm to techs execution is parallel to them with\n  An exception of the organisms\n\n  My telepathy cannot be dismantled so stop sweatin me\n  Advanced data now watch your greater updates so raps get trampled\n  Fe-fi-foe steps up elevations show\n  That I'm ahead of your time specifically right behind a dope rhyme\n\n  Rippin shit up at prime time I'm Optimus Prime time material\n  Imperial wizard of vocabularic havoc I eat MC's like cereal\n  That's soggy, milky skills like Mister Miyagi\n  When it's foggy I release globby spits\n\n  Over names of rappers in the lobby as a hobby... 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You can set my mode to WHATEVER\nOr simply pay the PENALTYYY for walking this endeavor\nMy observations on your orchid egos'll let you penetrate\n(We'll DEVASTATE) have you fuckin fall when you fake!\n\n(Bring it on!) You can set my mode to WHATEVER\nOr simply pay the PENALTYYY for walking this endeavor\nMy observations on your orchid egos'll let you penetrate\n(We'll DEVASTATE) have you fuckin fall when you fake!\n\n(Bring it on!) You can set my mode to WHATEVER\nOr simply pay the PENALTYYY for walking this endeavor\nMy observations on your orchid egos'll let you penetrate\n(We'll DEVASTATE) have you fuckin fall when you fake!\n\n(Bring it on!) 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You can set my mode to WHATEVER\nOr simply pay the PENALTYYY for walking this endeavor\nMy observations on your orchid egos'll let you penetrate\n(We'll DEVASTATE) have you fuckin fall when you fake!\n\n(Bring it on!) You can set my mode to WHATEVER\nOr simply pay the PENALTYYY for walking this endeavor\nMy observations on your orchid egos'll let you penetrate\n(We'll DEVASTATE) have you fuckin fall when you fake!\n\n(Bring it on!) 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You can set my mode to WHATEVER\nOr simply pay the PENALTYYY for walking this endeavor\nMy observations on your orchid egos'll let you penetrate\n(We'll DEVASTATE) have you fuckin fall when you fake!\n\n(Bring it on!) You can set my mode to WHATEVER\nOr simply pay the PENALTYYY for walking this endeavor\nMy observations on your orchid egos'll let you penetrate\n(We'll DEVASTATE) have you fuckin fall when you fake!\n\nBRING IT ON... WHATEVER!\n\nWE'LL DEVASTATE, HAVE YOU FUCKIN FALL WHEN YOU'RE FAKE!\nBRING IT ON!","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Bring It On - Remix\n  artist: Organized Konfusion\n  album: 'Buckwild Presents: Diggin'' in the Crates - Rare Studio Masters (1993-1997)'\n  duration_ms: 259000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  (Bring it on!) 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I even be gettin' more graphic than a Neo-Geo, thirty-two bit computer chip\nBe slipped between my lips and then I'll spit!\nSpit it out (OUT) spit it out (OUT) go ahead spit out (OUT)\nThat itty bitty style you upchuck\nBetta believe I buttfuck MC's from the rear it appears ya stuck up!\n\nIt's my termi-NOlogy that strikes the MIND and rips this BEAT apart\nYou know the many styles I choose will bruise crews from the start\nI flow awk-wardly that's awk-wardly I flow that's to the rhythm\nIncisions are made into the brain and then I begin to give em\nA lobotomy, follow me!\n\nI'm shapin your br-ayi-yi-ya-in... li-li-li-li-like... pot-der-der-der-ery...\n(ALL OVER THE TRACK!)\n\nGimme the P-H, gimme the A-R,\nGimme the O-A gimme the H-E, Pharoahe\nCrazy poison tip arrows are hittin you from all directions\nYou cannot dodge or manage to dislodge them from the point at which they are connecting\n\nI am se-se-selecting a ne-ne-ne-new style-style\nFor the p-pile-piles of MC's who try to get buck-buckwild\nF-F-F-FUCK DAT! when I'm in a ren-ova-tive state of mind\nI'm innovative, never been afraid of rockin the microphone\nI'm prone to be eliminating\n\nCling when I sing a song of sixpence, if it makes sense, cents then sing along\nCling along to my nuts if you got guts then bring it on\n(BRING IT, BITCH!)\n\n(Bring it on!) You can set my mode to WHATEVER\nOr simply pay the PENALTYYY for walking this endeavor\nMy observations on your orchid egos'll let you penetrate\n(We'll DEVASTATE) have you fuckin fall when you fake!\n\n(Bring it on!) You can set my mode to WHATEVER\nOr simply pay the PENALTYYY for walking this endeavor\nMy observations on your orchid egos'll let you penetrate\n(We'll DEVASTATE) have you fuckin fall when you fake!\n\n(Bring it on!) You can set my mode to WHATEVER\nOr simply pay the PENALTYYY for walking this endeavor\nMy observations on your orchid egos'll let you penetrate\n(We'll DEVASTATE) have you fuckin fall when you fake!\n\n(BRING IT ON) There is no equivalent one consider me the epitome of rhymes\nRhythm to techs execution is parallel to them with an exception of the organisms\nMy telepathy cannot be dismantled so stop sweatin' me\nGettin me vexed, while outdated raps get trampled\n\nFE-FI-FOE steps up elevations show\nThat I'm ahead of your time... behind a dope rhyme\n\nRippin shit up at prime time I'm Optimus Prime, time material\nImperial wizard, of vocabularic havoc I eat MC's like cereal!\nThat's soggy, milky skills like Mister Miyagi\nWhen it's foggy I release globby spits of names of rappers in the lobby as a hobby\n\nI'll... rip your nit-SHIT GET STICK QUICK, GET YOUR CREW - before I do\nSomething gory to your quite futile STYLES\nMiniature raps get waxed, simonized\nInto the fifth dimension of your centrifugal never typical stand attention\n\nI'm, mystical rip shit til the power blows (BLOWS!)\nThose chose to compete we delete em, observe defeat!\nThat's sendin down from above to GET CHA, HIT CHA, split cha ditch cha\nPicture you, victorious\nThe story is, you're boring\n\n(Bring it on!) You can set my mode to WHATEVER\nOr simply pay the PENALTYYY for walking this endeavor\nMy observations on your orchid egos'll let you penetrate\n(We'll DEVASTATE) have you fuckin fall when you fake!\n\n(Bring it on!) You can set my mode to WHATEVER\nOr simply pay the PENALTYYY for walking this endeavor\nMy observations on your orchid egos'll let you penetrate\n(We'll DEVASTATE) have you fuckin fall when you fake!\n\nBRING IT ON... WHATEVER!\n\nWE'LL DEVASTATE, HAVE YOU FUCKIN FALL WHEN YOU'RE FAKE!\nBRING IT ON!","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Bring It On (Remix)\n  artist: Organized Konfusion\n  album: 'Stress : The Extinction Agenda (30th Anniversary Deluxe Edition)'\n  duration_ms: 259587\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  (Bring it on!) You can set my mode to WHATEVER\n  Or simply pay the PENALTYYY for walking this endeavor\n  My observations on your orchid egos'll let you penetrate\n  (We'll DEVASTATE) have you fuckin fall when you fake!\n\n  (Bring it on!) You can set my mode to WHATEVER\n  Or simply pay the PENALTYYY for walking this endeavor\n  My observations on your orchid egos'll let you penetrate\n  (We'll DEVASTATE) have you fuckin fall when you fake!\n\n  (Bring it on!) You can set my mode to WHATEVER\n  Or simply pay the PENALTYYY for walking this endeavor\n  My observations on your orchid egos'll let you penetrate\n  (We'll DEVASTATE) have you fuckin fall when you fake!\n\n  (Bring it on!) I even be gettin' more graphic than a Neo-Geo, thirty-two bit computer chip\n  Be slipped between my lips and then I'll spit!\n  Spit it out (OUT) spit it out (OUT) go ahead spit out (OUT)\n  That itty bitty style you upchuck\n  Betta believe I buttfuck MC's from the rear it appears ya stuck up!\n\n  It's my termi-NOlogy that strikes the MIND and rips this BEAT apart\n  You know the many styles I choose will bruise crews from the start\n  I flow awk-wardly that's awk-wardly I flow that's to the rhythm\n  Incisions are made into the brain and then I begin to give em\n  A lobotomy, follow me!\n\n  I'm shapin your br-ayi-yi-ya-in... li-li-li-li-like... pot-der-der-der-ery...\n  (ALL OVER THE TRACK!)\n\n  Gimme the P-H, gimme the A-R,\n  Gimme the O-A gimme the H-E, Pharoahe\n  Crazy poison tip arrows are hittin you from all directions\n  You cannot dodge or manage to dislodge them from the point at which they are connecting\n\n  I am se-se-selecting a ne-ne-ne-new style-style\n  For the p-pile-piles of MC's who try to get buck-buckwild\n  F-F-F-FUCK DAT! when I'm in a ren-ova-tive state of mind\n  I'm innovative, never been afraid of rockin the microphone\n  I'm prone to be eliminating\n\n  Cling when I sing a song of sixpence, if it makes sense, cents then sing along\n  Cling along to my nuts if you got guts then bring it on\n  (BRING IT, BITCH!)\n\n  (Bring it on!) You can set my mode to WHATEVER\n  Or simply pay the PENALTYYY for walking this endeavor\n  My observations on your orchid egos'll let you penetrate\n  (We'll DEVASTATE) have you fuckin fall when you fake!\n\n  (Bring it on!) You can set my mode to WHATEVER\n  Or simply pay the PENALTYYY for walking this endeavor\n  My observations on your orchid egos'll let you penetrate\n  (We'll DEVASTATE) have you fuckin fall when you fake!\n\n  (Bring it on!) You can set my mode to WHATEVER\n  Or simply pay the PENALTYYY for walking this endeavor\n  My observations on your orchid egos'll let you penetrate\n  (We'll DEVASTATE) have you fuckin fall when you fake!\n\n  (BRING IT ON) There is no equivalent one consider me the epitome of rhymes\n  Rhythm to techs execution is parallel to them with an exception of the organisms\n  My telepathy cannot be dismantled so stop sweatin' me\n  Gettin me vexed, while outdated raps get trampled\n\n  FE-FI-FOE steps up elevations show\n  That I'm ahead of your time... behind a dope rhyme\n\n  Rippin shit up at prime time I'm Optimus Prime, time material\n  Imperial wizard, of vocabularic havoc I eat MC's like cereal!\n  That's soggy, milky skills like Mister Miyagi\n  When it's foggy I release globby spits of names of rappers in the lobby as a hobby\n\n  I'll... rip your nit-SHIT GET STICK QUICK, GET YOUR CREW - before I do\n  Something gory to your quite futile STYLES\n  Miniature raps get waxed, simonized\n  Into the fifth dimension of your centrifugal never typical stand attention\n\n  I'm, mystical rip shit til the power blows (BLOWS!)\n  Those chose to compete we delete em, observe defeat!\n  That's sendin down from above to GET CHA, HIT CHA, split cha ditch cha\n  Picture you, victorious\n  The story is, you're boring\n\n  (Bring it on!) You can set my mode to WHATEVER\n  Or simply pay the PENALTYYY for walking this endeavor\n  My observations on your orchid egos'll let you penetrate\n  (We'll DEVASTATE) have you fuckin fall when you fake!\n\n  (Bring it on!) You can set my mode to WHATEVER\n  Or simply pay the PENALTYYY for walking this endeavor\n  My observations on your orchid egos'll let you penetrate\n  (We'll DEVASTATE) have you fuckin fall when you fake!\n\n  BRING IT ON... WHATEVER!\n\n  WE'LL DEVASTATE, HAVE YOU FUCKIN FALL WHEN YOU'RE FAKE!\n  BRING IT ON!\n"}]