Sin - Organized Konfusion

*Sounds of a baby crying* 

*Pharaohe Monch whining* 

Pharoahe: 

God why is it so difficult to get it through these niggas heads 
They can't fuck with me  I try to explain to the name won't misses 
Please Lord  help me make them see 
I scatter data that I catapult to metaphor 
The epiticle epilogue editor 
Hey  hey  hey 
Eaaase back  Whoooo is that  Getting up in your aaaaaass crack 
Ooohhhhh Shit 
Say now  who you listen to 
Park your ass like municipal, invisible lyrics 
Not difficult to understand man 
Spiritual, hit what you go, back-a-van 
Lyricals aren't impossible 
All opticals are not inside the plan 
Let me see your hand 
And if it does not have triple six's in the palm 
Do not be alarmed, I am the Sandman 
My oracle waveband expand from the wasteland 
*Jumbled wordplay* 

You can not oppose me 
God has choose me to battle against evil and win 
You can not oppose me 
God has choose me to do battle against all who sin 
And even when I'm gone 
My energy returns to it's original form 
Thus must warn 

(All humans who do not meet the required specifications 
for salvation will perish) 

I piss into the face of the crowd 
Lyrically I squash shit 
Toss mic stands and fans 
Before leaping into the mosh pit 
Harshness isn't it? Ha, ha, ha, ha 
Exquisite with the style that I be using 
Choose to compete, you will lose 
Poetical implants placed in my ears 
Make me cause a catastrophe to the 
Kick, drum, I'm the sinister of 
Snail Peak Creek (?) 
Never sleep, be aware 
Who will escape unscaved 
From a bombardment of scatter