Tender Verses - Organized Konfusion

First Verse: Prince Poetry 

I be the Prince  mastermind of lyrical bomb threats 
green beret just to take it to the next 
lets  observe this worldwide  what's the status? 
lies alibis and racism is bustin at us 
so I dive take cover  pull out to bust back 
tight fisted rap type cat with fly shit on the map 
One of the most illustrious emcees livin wit' ya 
styles hoping that it'll fit ya 
Sit ya down peep my intergalactic type sound 
with a little common sense and some soul 
while the punding of stress builds it's time to prove 
Attica Blues from the Dept, collect mine's cos I already paid my dues 
Uhh, emerging up from teh Organized dungeon 
keeping this shit tender, from New York to London 
plunge in mega-knowledge and dept gets swept 
for lunging at a ground layer, player, now Monche is bringing the drums 
in, uhh. 

Second Verse: Pharoahe Monch 

Who flips in to two dimensions 
turning poison dipped razors 
at foes, and crews who choose to NOT pay dues 
those niggas that act up in my scenery, cinema 
why when I'm a nigga that's eminent 
in size like tenement buildings, plus sky scrapers fly 
but Pharoe does not stick to fly paper 
I, Aeon fluctuate 
way beyond points of vanishing, vanishing emcees 
managing rhymes that are damaging space time continuums 
continually I collect emcees as ornaments 
in rememberance of those once defeated in rap tournaments. 

Sample: 

spattering matter on these new Attica Blues tapes> 

Woman: 
"From paper to pen, from pen to...." 

(Fade)