| Song | Bring It On |
| Artist | Organized Konfusion |
| Album | Stress: The Extinction Agenda |
| Bring it on motherfucker bring it on (4x) | |
| Verse one：pharoahe monch | |
| Mind chip | |
| I even be gettin more graphic than an 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 out | |
| That itty bitty style you upchuck | |
| Betta believe i buttfuck mc's from the rear it appears you're stuck up | |
| It's my terminology that strike up mind and rips this beat apart | |
| You know the many styles i choose will bruise crews from the start | |
| I flow awkwardly cause 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 se-se-selecting a ne-ne-ne-new style | |
| Live for pa-pa-pa-pile-piles of mc's who try to get bu-bu-bu-buck-buckwild | |
| Fu-fu-fu-fuck dat, 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 (8x) | |
| Verse two: prince poetry | |
| 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 so raps get trampled | |
| Fe-fi-foe 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 | |
| Over names of rappers in the lobby as a hobby... i'll! | |
| Rip your nitshit 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 centifugal never typical stand attention | |
| I'm, mystical rip shit til the power blows | |
| Those chose to compete we delete em -- observe defeat | |
| That's sending 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, bring it on, bring it on motherfucker bring it on (2x) |
| Bring it on motherfucker bring it on 4x | |
| Verse one: pharoahe monch | |
| Mind chip | |
| I even be gettin more graphic than an neo geo | |
| Thirtytwo bit computer chip be slipped between my lips | |
| And then i' ll spit | |
| Spit it out spit it out go ahead spit out | |
| That itty bitty style you upchuck | |
| Betta believe i buttfuck mc' s from the rear it appears you' re stuck up | |
| It' s my terminology that strike up mind and rips this beat apart | |
| You know the many styles i choose will bruise crews from the start | |
| I flow awkwardly cause 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 ph gimme the ar gimme the oa gimme the he, 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 seseselecting a nenenenew style | |
| Live for papapapilepiles of mc' s who try to get bubububuckbuckwild | |
| Fufufufuck dat, 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 8x | |
| Verse two: prince poetry | |
| 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 so raps get trampled | |
| Fefifoe 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 | |
| Over names of rappers in the lobby as a hobby... i' ll! | |
| Rip your nitshit 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 centifugal never typical stand attention | |
| I' m, mystical rip shit til the power blows | |
| Those chose to compete we delete em observe defeat | |
| That' s sending 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, bring it on, bring it on motherfucker bring it on 2x |