Prisoners of War
Organized Konfusion Lyrics


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[Pharoahe Monch]
I stand here before the forces of evil with a style
The poetically God-gifted child
Bringin forth the story of a lyrical soldier
Blessed to manifest in the eyes of the beholder
Words of wisdom never abuse the lines
they increase, as I release a phrase like a uzi 9
from the larynx
Shot in repitition, words never heard before
but still the rendition of rap will enable me to attack
from dawn to dusk, for liberation
Driven I will never give in to interrogation
The rank, given to me, the Pharoahe
Cause every bro flows like a crossbow
Equipped to pierce your soul with a poison-tip arrow
Any man wearing a blindfold can be misled
but wise are the ones with the eyes in the backs of the head
Here's the key to unlock the door:
Imagine a poet without poetical form
Rhymes are for sure as an attack
cause they adapt to combat for the prisoners of war

[Prince Poetry]
I drop smash and causin damage equivalent
to a hy-drogen bomb, raidin villages like
a poetical soldier in Vietnam, Poetry
releasin deadly gasses, bodies deteriorating
as they stalk past the fatal acid
As a rebel of rap, I stop, load the Luger
as I maneuver with the caution as I verbally counterattack
Striking like a mad sniper cause I'm the type of
hyperactive viper to wipe away the enemy with no remedy
cause I'm the epitome so don't try to get rid of me
You little itty-bitty twenty-five automatic, you're killin me
cause I'm a glock 9 that will rock your mind
Distortin it, shorten your brainwaves
as the rhyme intertwine with the sign of the times
Don't sleep cause I creep attackin from the side
that is blind, therefore I gotta be hard to the core
And I walk, as a prisoner of war

[Pharoahe Monch]
Wake up to the mathematics of an erratic rap
Rejuvenator of rhyme, that sort of come automatic
Poetical medical medicine for the cerebellum
I divert em and flirt em insert em then I repel em
a breakdown, poetical shakedown
Fifty-two pick-up a stick-up so get on the floor facedown
The ammo to keep the people steppin
breakin open the vault because I'm like a verbal assault weapon
I'm mathematical, acrobatical
Attack the wack take rap to the maximum
You're strung out you're hung out when you heard the style
that I brung out of faint air must come out my mouth
where I stick my tongue out in the at-mos-phere
Take a good look at what's happening here
On the microphone, I'm RAPPIN
Pickin-em-stickin-em up, breakin-em-shakin-em up, and bashin
the lyric dictator, the aviator of antonym
All beware to prepare for the guillotine
Rhymes go express, expert, extreme
Be up to par with wisdom and intellect
Detatching one's head directly from one's neck
Still I've been illing and drilling your brain
like a villain I came in the darkness to spark the literature for sure
when I rhyme for the prisoners of war

[Prince Poetry]
There is strength in my men-tal-bolism, brains to spare
upon info, knowledge, data, greater aspects
affects my future environment
So in the event I drop science to suit ya, uproot ya
Hunt ya down
Verbally attackin from the ground up to intellectually shoot ya
Lurkin through the shadows of darkness, shots fired
the spark hits the trees, releasin lyrical ammo
while I camoflouge in the flash of my stature
Mentally cease MC's, that be surrounded I capture
And enemy lines are crushed, bumrushed
And plus your government officials are corrupted
cause they're down with us; poetical rebels on a rampage
of wrecked dialects, blown lyric projects
Heat is scopin you through my infrared twenty-twenty
scope lens, steppin upon base that's when the
Organized Konfusion massacre begins with a blast
Never will an intruder approach cause they will never ever last




cause the task is total termination
Poetry and the Pharoahe starts as the revelation

Overall Meaning

In "Prisoners of War" by Organized Konfusion, Pharoahe Monch and Prince Poetry describe themselves as lyrical soldiers fighting against forces of evil. They use rap as a weapon to attack and combat oppression in society. Pharoahe Monch describes his style as God-gifted, and he's equipped to pierce souls with poisonous arrows. The lyrics are full of imagery, metaphors, and wordplay that paint a picture of warfare. The rappers use their flows to release deadly gas, cause damage equivalent to a hydrogen bomb, and annihilate enemies with ease. The rhymes used in the song adapt to combat for the prisoners of war.


Line by Line Meaning

I stand here before the forces of evil with a style
I am standing up to the oppression and evil in the world with my unique style of poetry.


Bringin forth the story of a lyrical soldier
I am telling the story of someone who fights for liberation with their words- a lyrical soldier.


Blessed to manifest in the eyes of the beholder
My words have the power to inspire and move people who see them as valuable, even if others don't.


The rank, given to me, the Pharoahe
I have earned respect and recognition as an artist and a leader, given to me by those around me.


Any man wearing a blindfold can be misled
People who are ignorant or unwilling to see the truth can be easily deceived.


but wise are the ones with the eyes in the backs of the head
Those who are aware and mindful of what's happening around them are the ones who are truly wise and able to avoid deception.


Rhymes are for sure as an attack
The power of words in rhymes is significant, and can be used as a weapon to fight back against oppression and injustice.


Here's the key to unlock the door:
I have something important to share that can help people unlock a path to liberation or freedom.


Poetical medical medicine for the cerebellum
My words can act as a healing medicine for people's minds and souls, resonating with their intellect and emotions.


All beware to prepare for the guillotine
Those who oppress others must be aware and prepared to face consequences, like a guillotine that cuts off their power and control.


Detaching one's head directly from one's neck
I am able to break down people's oppressive mindsets and force them to see things in a new light, helping them to detach from negative habits or beliefs.


Heat is scopin you through my infrared twenty-twenty
I am watching and taking aim at those who oppress others, and I have a clear and focused understanding of their actions and intentions.


Poetry and the Pharoahe starts as the revelation
My poetry serves as a revelation to others, helping them to see the truth and inspire them to fight against oppression and injustice alongside me.




Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Written by: LARRY BASKERVILLE, TROY JAMERSON

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@stevierose8749

I stand here before the forces of evil with a style
The poetically God-gifted child
Bringin forth the story of a lyrical soldier
Blessed to manifest in the eyes of the beholder
Words of wisdom never abuse the lines
they increase, as I release a phrase like a uzi 9
from the larynx
Shot in repitition, words never heard before
but still the rendition of rap will enable me to attack
from dawn to dusk, for liberation
Driven I will never give in to interrogation
The rank, given to me, the Pharoahe
Cause every bro flows like a crossbow
Equipped to pierce your soul with a poison-tip arrow
Any man wearing a blindfold can be misled
but wise are the ones with the eyes in the backs of the head
Here's the key to unlock the door:
Imagine a poet without poetical form
Rhymes are for sure as an attack
cause they adapt to combat for the prisoners of war
I drop smash and causin damage equivalent
to a hy-drogen bomb, raidin villages like
a poetical soldier in Vietnam, Poetry
releasin deadly gasses, bodies deteriorating
as they stalk past the fatal acid
As a rebel of rap, I stop, load the Luger
as I maneuver with the caution as I verbally counterattack
Striking like a mad sniper cause I'm the type of
hyperactive viper to wipe away the enemy with no remedy
cause I'm the epitome so don't try to get rid of me
You little itty-bitty twenty-five automatic, you're killin me
cause I'm a glock 9 that will rock your mind
Distortin it, shorten your brainwaves
as the rhyme intertwine with the sign of the times
Don't sleep cause I creep attackin from the side
that is blind, therefore I gotta be hard to the core
And I walk, as a prisoner of war
Wake up to the mathematics of an erratic rap
Rejuvenator of rhyme, that sort of come automatic
Poetical medical medicine for the cerebellum
I divert em and flirt em insert em then I repel em
a breakdown, poetical shakedown
Fifty-two pick-up a stick-up so get on the floor facedown
The ammo to keep the people steppin
breakin open the vault because I'm like a verbal assault weapon
I'm mathematical, acrobatical
Attack the wack take rap to the maximum
You're strung out you're hung out when you heard the style
that I brung out of faint air must come out my mouth
where I stick my tongue out in the at-mos-phere
Take a good look at what's happening here
On the microphone, I'm RAPPIN
Pickin-em-stickin-em up, breakin-em-shakin-em up, and bashin
the lyric dictator, the aviator of antonym
All beware to prepare for the guillotine
Rhymes go express, expert, extreme
Be up to par with wisdom and intellect
Detatching one's head directly from one's neck
Still I've been illing and drilling your brain
like a villain I came in the darkness to spark the literature for sure
when I rhyme for the prisoners of war
There is strength in my men-tal-bolism, brains to spare
upon info, knowledge, data, greater aspects
affects my future environment
So in the event I drop science to suit ya, uproot ya
Hunt ya down
Verbally attackin from the ground up to intellectually shoot ya
Lurkin through the shadows of darkness, shots fired
the spark hits the trees, releasin lyrical ammo
while I camoflouge in the flash of my stature
Mentally cease MC's, that be surrounded I capture
And enemy lines are crushed, bumrushed
And plus your government officials are corrupted
cause they're down with us; poetical rebels on a rampage
of wrecked dialects, blown lyric projects
Heat is scopin you through my infrared twenty-twenty
scope lens, steppin upon base that's when the
Organized Konfusion massacre begins with a blast
Never will an intruder approach cause they will never ever last
cause the task is total termination
Poetry and the Pharoahe starts as the revelation



@Pride317

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Pharoahe Monch]
I stand here before the forces of evil with a style
The poetically God-gifted child
Bringing forth the story of a lyrical soldier
Blessed to manifest in the eyes of the beholder
Words of wisdom never abuse the lines
They increase, as I release a phrase like a UZI 9
From the larynx
Shot in repetition, words never heard before
But still the rendition of rap will enable me to attack
From dawn to dusk for liberation
Driven I will never give in to interrogation
The rank, given to me, the Pharoahe
Cause every blow flows like a crossbow
Equipped to pierce your soul with a poison-tip arrow
Any man wearing a blindfold can be misled
But wise are the ones with the eyes in the backs of the head
Here's the key to unlock the door
Imagine a poet without poetical flaw
Rhymes are for sure as an attack
Cause they adapt to combat for the prisoners of war

[Verse 2: Prince Poetry]
I drop, smash and cause a damage equivalent to a hydrogen bomb
Raiding villages like a poetical soldier in Vietnam
Poetry releasing deadly gasses
Bodies deteriorating as they stalk past the fatal acids
As a rebel of rap, I stop
Load the Luger as I maneuver with precaution
As I verbally counterattack
Striking like a mad sniper 'cause I'm the type of hyperactive viper
To wipe away the enemy with no remedy
Cause I'm the epitome, so don't try to get rid of me
You little itty-bitty twenty-five automatic, you're killing me
Cause I'm a Glock 9 that will rock your mind, distorting it
Shorten your brainwaves
As the rhyme intertwine with the sign of the times
Don't sleep 'cause I creep attacking from the side that is blind
Therefore, I gotta be hard to the core
And I walk as a prisoner of war

[Verse 3: Pharoahe Monch]
Wake up to the mathematics of an erratic rap
Rejuvenator of rhyme, that sort of come automatic
Poetical medical medicine for the cerebellum
I divert 'em and flirt 'em, insert 'em then I repel 'em
A breakdown, poetical shakedown
Fifty-two pick-up a stick-up so get on the floor face-down
The ammo to keep the people stepping
Breaking open the vault because I'm like a verbal assault weapon
I'm mathematical, acrobatical
Attack the wack, take rap to the maximum
You're strung out, you're hung out when you heard the style that I brung out of thin air
Must come out my mouth where I stick my tongue out in the atmosphere
Take a good look at what's happening here
On the microphone, I'm rapping
Picking 'em, sticking 'em up
Breaking 'em, shaking 'em up and bashing
The lyric dictator, the aviator of antonym
All beware to prepare for the guillotine
Rhymes go express, expert, extreme
Be up to par with wisdom and intellect
Detaching one's head directly from one's neck
Still I've been illing and drilling your brain
Like a villain I came in the darkness to spark the literature for sure
When I rhyme for the prisoners of war

[Verse 4: Prince Poetry]
There is strength in my mental-bolism
Brains to spare upon info, knowledge, data
Greater aspects affects my future environment
So in the event I drop science to suit ya, uproot ya
Hunt ya down
Verbally attacking from the ground up to intellectually shoot ya
Lurking through the shadows of darkness, shots fired
The spark hits the trees, releasing lyrical ammo
While I camouflage in the flash of my stature
Mentally cease MCs that be surrounded, I capture
Enemy lines are crushed, bum-rushed
And plus your government officials are corrupted 'cause they're down with us
Poetical rebels on a rampage of wrecked dialects
Blown lyric projects
Heat is scoping you through my infrared twenty-twenty scope lens
Stepping upon base that's when the Organized Konfusion massacre begins with a blast
Never will an intruder approach 'cause they will never ever last
Cause the task is total termination
Poetry and the Pharoahe starts as the revelation



@thekid4576

I stand here before the forces of evil with a style
The poetically God-gifted child
Bringin' forth the story of a lyrical soldier
Blessed to manifest in the eyes of the beholder…

I stand here before the forces of evil with a style
The poetically God-gifted child
Bringin' forth the story of a lyrical soldier
Blessed to manifest in the eyes of the beholder
Words of wisdom never abuse the lines
They increase as I release a phrase like a Uzi 9
From the larynx, shot in repetition, words never heard before
But still the rendition of rap will enable me to attack
From dawn to dusk for liberation
Driven, I will never give in to interrogation
The rank given to me, the Pharoahe
'Cause every bro flows like a crossbow
Equipped to pierce your soul with a poison-tip arrow
Any man wearing a blindfold can be misled
But wise are the ones with the eyes in the backs of the head
Here's the key to unlock the door
Imagine a poet without poetical form
Rhymes are for sure as an attack
'Cause they adapt to combat
For the prisoners of war
I drop, smash and causin' damage equivalent
To a hydrogen bomb, raidin' villages like
A poetical soldier in Vietnam, poetry
Releasin' deadly gasses, bodies deteriorating
As they stalk past the fatal acid
As a rebel of rap, I stop, load the Luger
As I maneuver with the caution as I verbally counter attack
Striking like a mad sniper 'cause I'm the type of
Hyperactive viper to wipe away the enemy with no remedy
'Cause I'm the epitome so don't try to get rid of me
You, little itty-bitty, twenty-five automatic, you're killin' me
'Cause I'm a glock 9 that will rock your mind
Distortin' it, shorten your brainwaves
As the rhyme intertwine with the sign of the times
Don't sleep 'cause I creep attackin' from the side
That is blind, therefore I gotta be hard to the core
And I walk as a prisoner of war
Wake up to the mathematics of an erratic rap
Rejuvenator of rhyme, that sort of come automatic
Poetical medical medicine for the cerebellum
I divert 'em and flirt 'em, insert 'em then I repel 'em
A breakdown, poetical shakedown
Fifty-two, pick-up a stick-up so get on the floor facedown
The ammo to keep the people steppin'
Breakin' open the vault because I'm like a verbal assault weapon
I'm mathematical, acrobatical
Attack the wack, take rap to the maximum
You're strung out, you're hung out when you heard the style
That I brung out of faint, air must come out my mouth
Where I stick my tongue out in the atmosphere
Take a good look at what's happening here
On the microphone, I'm rappin'
Pickin' 'em, stickin' 'em up, breakin' 'em, shakin' 'em up and bashin'
The lyric dictator, the aviator of antonym
All beware to prepare for the guillotine
Rhymes go express, expert, extreme
Be up to par with wisdom and intellect
Detaching one's head directly from one's neck
Still I've been illing and drilling your brain
Like a villain I came in the darkness to spark the literature for sure
When I rhyme for the prisoners of war
There is strength in my mentalbolism, brains to spare
Upon info, knowledge, data, greater aspects
Affects my future environment, so in the event
I drop science to suit ya, uproot ya, hunt ya down
Verbally attackin' from the ground up to intellectually shoot ya
Lurkin' through the shadows of darkness, shots fired
The spark hits the trees releasin' lyrical ammo
While I camoflouge in the flash of my stature
Mentally cease MC's, that be surrounded I capture
And enemy lines are crushed, bumrushed
And plus your government officials are corrupted
'Cause they're down with us, poetical rebels on a rampage
Of wrecked dialects, blown lyric projects
Heat is scopin' you through my infrared twenty-twenty
Scope lens steppin' upon base that's when the
Organized Konfusion massacre begins with a blast
Never will an intruder approach
'Cause they will never ever last
'Cause the task is total termination
Poetry and the Pharoahe starts as the revelation



@Jakobe5

Top 10 fluency and rhyming ingenuity...£... no particular order@fused the hip hop/rap/gangsta/happy/lyrics. Greatest ever .BIG.PAC.
Gza
Kane
Serch
Kool g rap
Kool keith..etc
Krs
Guru
Plugs 1,2,3----I cheated
Cube
Pun



All comments from YouTube:

@Baa072

Back in 1991 Pharoahe set the bar so hight, 30 years later only a hand full of emcees could reach it.

@BlueOysterStan

Raised the bar so high, that the bar’s afraid to look down

@htxflow

Pharoahe Monch second verse is immaculate.

@jkolaWOLE

perfect adjective

@htxflow

Thanks. I live in H-Town. Home of the screw music. I bump shit like Pharoahe Monch and MF DOOM in my car....LOUD.

@Smrda1312

"My perception of poetical injection is ejaculation
The Immaculate Conception"

@wadegomes7851

Lee Smoove both verses

@erfuaehimua6078

No doubt
I appreciate his first verse more tho

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@PucciPucci22893

2:01 - 2:54 greatest thing i've honestly EVER heard.

@karencomanche990

No cussing... pure.. flow.. that can never be understood. Coming from Native Americans. .. Power to the people.

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