Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Bring It On , by - Organized Konfusion. Release date: 15.08.1994
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Bring It On |
| Bring it on motherfucker, bring it on! |
| Bring it on motherfucker, bring it on! |
| Bring it on motherfucker, bring it on! |
| Bring it on motherfucker, bring it on! |
| Moncha, I even be gettin' more graphic |
| Than a Neo-Geo thirty-two bit computer chip |
| Be slipped between my lips and then I’ll spit |
| Spit it out, spit it out, go ahead, spit it out |
| That itty-bitty style you upchuck |
| Better believe I butt-fuck MCs from the rear |
| It appears you’re stuck up |
| It’s my terminology that strikes the mind |
| And rips this beat apart |
| You know the many styles I choose |
| Will bruise crews from the start |
| I flow awkwardly, that’s awkwardly I flow, that’s to the rhythm |
| Incisions are made into the brain |
| And then I begin to give 'em a lobotomy, follow me |
| I’m shapin' your brain like pottery all over the track |
| Gimme the P-H, gimme the A-R |
| Gimme the O-A, gimme the H-E, Pharoahe |
| Crazy poison tip arrows are hittin' you from all directions |
| You cannot dodge or manage to dislodge them |
| From the point at which they are connecting |
| I am s-s-selecting a n-n-n-new style-style |
| For the p-pile-piles of MC’s who try to get buck-buckwild |
| F-F-F-Fuck that! |
| When I’m in a renovative state of mind |
| I’m innovative, never been afraid of rockin' the microphone |
| I’m prone to be eliminating |
| Cling when I sing a song of sixpence |
| If it makes sense then sing along |
| Cling along to my nuts if you got guts then bring it on |
| Bring it on motherfucker, bring it on! |
| Bring it on motherfucker, bring it on! |
| Bring it on motherfucker, bring it on! |
| Bring it on motherfucker, bring it on! |
| Bring it on motherfucker, bring it on! |
| Bring it on motherfucker, bring it on! |
| Bring it on motherfucker, bring it on! |
| Bring it on motherfucker, bring it on! |
| There is no equivalent one consider me the epitome of rhymes |
| Rhythm to techs execution is parallel to them with an exception of the organisms |
| My telepathy cannot be dismantled so stop sweatin' me |
| Advanced data, now watch your greater updates and raps get trampled |
| Fee-fi-fo steps up elevations show |
| That I’m ahead of your time, specifically right behind a dope rhyme |
| Rippin' shit up at prime time, I’m Optimus Prime/time material |
| Imperial wizard of vocabularic havoc I eat MC’s like cereal! |
| That’s soggy, milky skills like Mister Miyagi |
| When it’s foggy I release globby spits of remains of rappers in the lobby as a |
| hobby |
| I’LL, rip your nit-SHIT GET STICK QUICK, GET YOUR CREW — before I do |
| Something gory to your quite futile STYLES |
| Miniature raps get waxed, simonized |
| Into the fifth dimension of your centrifugal never typical stand attention |
| I’m, mystical rip shit til the power blows (BLOWS!) |
| Those chose to compete we delete em, observe defeat! |
| That’s sendin' down from above to GET CHA, HIT CHA, split cha ditch cha |
| Picture you, victorious |
| I’m gory plus your shit’s mad boring |
| Bring it on |
| Bring it on motherfucker, bring it on! |
| Bring it on motherfucker, bring it on! |
| Bring it on motherfucker, bring it on! |
| Bring it on motherfucker, bring it on! |
| Bring it on motherfucker, bring it on! |
| Bring it on motherfucker, bring it on! |
| Bring it on motherfucker, bring it on! |
| Bring it on motherfucker, bring it on! |