Battle of the Classics

Shyne · 12-06-2006, 11:17 AM

vs.

Both classic albums but to me Stress was always the better of the 2, the production had a smooth Jazzy feel, they had great concept tracks, and Pharoahe Monch put on the performance of a lifetime, his flow is absolutely amazing and his lyrics are just as impressive, with Po right there neck and neck with him. Stress has to be 1 of my favorite albums of all time.

Standout Lyrics/Tracks
Organized Konfusion - Open Your Eyes
*Pharoahe Monch
There's just too many rages
Too many infinite screams at night we're living in concrete cages
Another child is doomed to be torn in his mother's womb
by the spark of the twelve gauges
Sometimes it seems like I can't go on I can't go on
But when I envision a black man with thorns in his hand
on a crucifix I get strong
Never will I ever let a devil deceive me again (HA!) mislead me
Cause what I'ma hit you with's gonna hurt (yeah)
Because the flesh is meaningless it remains amongst the dirt
But the soul is uplifted
10-31-67 I'm God gifted
MC's are changing it grows like a fungus
Beware of the evil that walks among us, behold
a fallen angel, hark, the rebel
The mark of 6-6-6, the Devil
You better beware cause he's comin behind you
No it doesn't take long for him to find you
It's a sneak attack black, he's gonna smack you
In the form of a rock that's inside of a capsule
Or maybe in the form of a man
that says to trust me and then begins to shake your hand
But when you examined your hand you learned
you're alarmed that your palm was disfigured and burned
No no no no, it's not surprising
Open your book, look to the horizon
Start scoping, open your eyes and strive to
study the holy Qu'ran or read the holy Bible
I'm making a getaway, plan it's gonna be a better way
There's gotta be a better day

Organized Konfusion - Releasing Hypnotical Gases
*Prince Po
Twenty-thousand leagues down below,
minus one-hundred and forty-three degrees
Seize the info, gather the archaelogists
The aftermath needs to follow this cause it's, deep
Equivalent to the esophagus, spreads to scientists
a.k.a. Optimus Prime -- time, television is, dead
on this issue and very much irrelevant to this intuition
de-leting any alias info and descriptive
Mortal calm, partition with infrared light, vision
precision, beams
Colors, reds, fuschias, lime-greens
Black, don't you know my formulas form dope lyrics
uplift spirits and yo I hear it's fatal
to walk the path of Konfusion, where it's
torture some cherish, while most human-like beings perish
Subjected to death
Their bodies don't agree with the hypnotical intellect
Poetical acid is burning up flesh
At the end of corridor do you see me sitting there
Johnny More Grotesque
Literature somewhat equivalent to concentrated sodium hyperchloride
Insight, foresight, more sight
The clock on the wall reads a quarter past midnight
You feel nauseous
Forever you will avoid my royal presence as I step into darkness

Stress - Stray Bullet
*Pharoahe Monch
Let the trigger finger put the pressure to the mechanism
Which gives a response, for the automatic *bang*
Clip to release projectiles in single
file forcing me to ignite then travel
through the barrel, headed for the light
At the end of a tunnel, with no specific target in sight
Slow the flow like H2O water
Visualize, the scene of a homicide, a slaughter
No remorse for the course I take when you pull it
The result's a stray bullet
Niggaz who knew hit the ground runnin and stay down
Except for the kids who played on the playground
Cause for some little girl she'll never see
more than six years of life, trif-le-ing
When she fell from the seesaw
But umm wait, my course isn't over
Fled out of the other side of her head towards
a red, Range, Rover, then I ricochet
Fast past a brother's ass, oh damn, what that nigga say
Aww fuck it, next target's Margaret's face *bang*
and I struck it
Now it's a flood of blood in circumfrence to her face
and an abundance of brains all over the street
Shame how we had to meet *bang*
Dashin, buckin, greet by fuckin family
They follow behind me in a orderly fashion
Bashin through flesh I'm wild
Crashin through the doors of projects hallways
to deflect off of the tile
I'm coming for you little girl
Once inside I shatter your world
Swirl, no more dreams no hopes when I spray
You better pray, to the Pope or the Vatican
Before I go rat-tat-a-tat again
I'm mad again brother somebody's mother will be sad again
but, whose blue skies will turn grey
from the attack, of the Mac-11, I'm a stray, bullet

Stress - Maintain
*Prince Po
I'm sitting at the edge of my bed and I'm fed
Up with negative thoughts running straight through my head
Life's ready and I can't make moves, it's hard
And I thought it would have been nice to buy papa dukes some shoes
Niggas try to get over, pressure on my shoulders
Dropped the fat LP in '91 of October
Now that I'm older and my man pops is gone
My focus is stronger, mom pick up your head, gotta move on
Do you remember Mr. J used to say the beats was fat
But when it comes to business, nigga don't play
I look beyond all this stress to seek fate
Mad homicides, unemployment rates sky high
Shorty busting caps, cops caught him out there
Daytime drama and his mama didn't care
That's why I should be rapping and packing pistols on the bully
But niggas be stressing me and I ain't paid in fully
So I'm dropping something fatter, not for props
We're respecting the matter, hops
I'm fat, check my stats, Prince drops data for me and my man Pops
Rolls-Royce and myself are always getting mad harassed by the cops
So now I'm in the chop shop creating masterpieces
So it don't matter money what my funny label releases
Thanks to the streets and my peeps that made me
And the la-la-lee, la-la-lee

Best Verse
Organized Konfusion - Prisoners 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

Best Flow
Stress - Bring It On
*Pharoahe Monch
MONCH!
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 fast 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-style
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

Just_Blaze · 12-06-2006, 11:22 AM

I've only heard stress... so I think that wins my vote.

D-TEK1 · 12-06-2006, 11:39 AM

Organized Konfusion .

mouad · 12-06-2006, 01:31 PM

i'm just like you, i always thought that Stress was the better one. but both are very great

Rebel INS {CF} · 12-06-2006, 04:22 PM

did u make this little thread cus i made u mad ? awwwwwwwww shyne, that so lovley, u know that Organized Konfusion owns Stress left, right and god damned centre doggie, even if my copy does only play out of one side of the speakers - yeah, that RIGHT, thats how much it owns !

Pennsylvania KING · 12-06-2006, 07:57 PM

havent heard Stress yet..........

and Compton your driving on the wrong side

DJ Shinobi [RA] · 12-07-2006, 01:22 PM

Stress!~!~!~!

Rebel INS {CF} · 12-07-2006, 02:33 PM

*wonders what bhob is on about ....*

View Poll Results: Better Album?
Organized Konfusion	3	30.00%
Stress	7	70.00%
Voters: 10. You may not vote on this poll

12-06-2006, 11:17 AM	#1
Shyne Sons Of Liberty Join Date: Jun 2004 Location: Iowa Posts: 5,552 Repped: 3 Repped 2,054 Times in 849 Posts Neg Reps: 0 Neg Repped at 151 Times in 95 Posts	Battle of the Classics Battle of the Classics vs. Both classic albums but to me Stress was always the better of the 2, the production had a smooth Jazzy feel, they had great concept tracks, and Pharoahe Monch put on the performance of a lifetime, his flow is absolutely amazing and his lyrics are just as impressive, with Po right there neck and neck with him. Stress has to be 1 of my favorite albums of all time. *Standout Lyrics/Tracks* Organized Konfusion - Open Your Eyes Pharoahe Monch There's just too many rages Too many infinite screams at night we're living in concrete cages Another child is doomed to be torn in his mother's womb by the spark of the twelve gauges Sometimes it seems like I can't go on I can't go on But when I envision a black man with thorns in his hand on a crucifix I get strong Never will I ever let a devil deceive me again (HA!) mislead me Cause what I'ma hit you with's gonna hurt (yeah) Because the flesh is meaningless it remains amongst the dirt But the soul is uplifted 10-31-67 I'm God gifted MC's are changing it grows like a fungus Beware of the evil that walks among us, behold a fallen angel, hark, the rebel The mark of 6-6-6, the Devil You better beware cause he's comin behind you No it doesn't take long for him to find you It's a sneak attack black, he's gonna smack you In the form of a rock that's inside of a capsule Or maybe in the form of a man that says to trust me and then begins to shake your hand But when you examined your hand you learned you're alarmed that your palm was disfigured and burned No no no no, it's not surprising Open your book, look to the horizon Start scoping, open your eyes and strive to study the holy Qu'ran or read the holy Bible I'm making a getaway, plan it's gonna be a better way There's gotta be a better day Organized Konfusion - Releasing Hypnotical Gases* Prince Po Twenty-thousand leagues down below, minus one-hundred and forty-three degrees Seize the info, gather the archaelogists The aftermath needs to follow this cause it's, deep Equivalent to the esophagus, spreads to scientists a.k.a. Optimus Prime -- time, television is, dead on this issue and very much irrelevant to this intuition de-leting any alias info and descriptive Mortal calm, partition with infrared light, vision precision, beams Colors, reds, fuschias, lime-greens Black, don't you know my formulas form dope lyrics uplift spirits and yo I hear it's fatal to walk the path of Konfusion, where it's torture some cherish, while most human-like beings perish Subjected to death Their bodies don't agree with the hypnotical intellect Poetical acid is burning up flesh At the end of corridor do you see me sitting there Johnny More Grotesque Literature somewhat equivalent to concentrated sodium hyperchloride Insight, foresight, more sight The clock on the wall reads a quarter past midnight You feel nauseous Forever you will avoid my royal presence as I step into darkness Stress - Stray Bullet* Pharoahe Monch Let the trigger finger put the pressure to the mechanism Which gives a response, for the automatic bang* Clip to release projectiles in single file forcing me to ignite then travel through the barrel, headed for the light At the end of a tunnel, with no specific target in sight Slow the flow like H2O water Visualize, the scene of a homicide, a slaughter No remorse for the course I take when you pull it The result's a stray bullet Niggaz who knew hit the ground runnin and stay down Except for the kids who played on the playground Cause for some little girl she'll never see more than six years of life, trif-le-ing When she fell from the seesaw But umm wait, my course isn't over Fled out of the other side of her head towards a red, Range, Rover, then I ricochet Fast past a brother's ass, oh damn, what that nigga say Aww fuck it, next target's Margaret's face bang and I struck it Now it's a flood of blood in circumfrence to her face and an abundance of brains all over the street Shame how we had to meet bang Dashin, buckin, greet by fuckin family They follow behind me in a orderly fashion Bashin through flesh I'm wild Crashin through the doors of projects hallways to deflect off of the tile I'm coming for you little girl Once inside I shatter your world Swirl, no more dreams no hopes when I spray You better pray, to the Pope or the Vatican Before I go rat-tat-a-tat again I'm mad again brother somebody's mother will be sad again but, whose blue skies will turn grey from the attack, of the Mac-11, I'm a stray, bullet Stress - Maintain Prince Po I'm sitting at the edge of my bed and I'm fed Up with negative thoughts running straight through my head Life's ready and I can't make moves, it's hard And I thought it would have been nice to buy papa dukes some shoes Niggas try to get over, pressure on my shoulders Dropped the fat LP in '91 of October Now that I'm older and my man pops is gone My focus is stronger, mom pick up your head, gotta move on Do you remember Mr. J used to say the beats was fat But when it comes to business, nigga don't play I look beyond all this stress to seek fate Mad homicides, unemployment rates sky high Shorty busting caps, cops caught him out there Daytime drama and his mama didn't care That's why I should be rapping and packing pistols on the bully But niggas be stressing me and I ain't paid in fully So I'm dropping something fatter, not for props We're respecting the matter, hops I'm fat, check my stats, Prince drops data for me and my man Pops Rolls-Royce and myself are always getting mad harassed by the cops So now I'm in the chop shop creating masterpieces So it don't matter money what my funny label releases Thanks to the streets and my peeps that made me And the la-la-lee, la-la-lee Best Verse* Organized Konfusion - Prisoners 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 Best Flow* Stress - Bring It On *Pharoahe Monch MONCH! 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 fast 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-style 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 __________________ myspace.com/vocabthemc http://coldglassofoj.blogspot.com

12-06-2006, 11:22 AM	#2
Just_Blaze Thread Jacker Numero Uno! Join Date: Aug 2006 Location: Nu Jers.. It's that on top muzik! Posts: 3,641 Repped: 131 Repped 146 Times in 103 Posts Neg Reps: 11 Neg Repped at 4 Times in 4 Posts	I've only heard stress... so I think that wins my vote. __________________ "tell blaze to stop it wit the embarassing posts.....he's making everything die" - Grandmaster G

12-06-2006, 04:22 PM	#5
Rebel INS {CF} - iLLuminati ~ Rapsody - Join Date: Dec 2004 Location: Ireland Posts: 11,453 Repped: 151 Repped 645 Times in 302 Posts Neg Reps: 1 Neg Repped at 77 Times in 69 Posts	did u make this little thread cus i made u mad ? awwwwwwwww shyne, that so lovley, u know that Organized Konfusion owns Stress left, right and god damned centre doggie, even if my copy does only play out of one side of the speakers - yeah, that RIGHT, thats how much it owns ! __________________ "Fighting Ignorance every day is gettin weary" [name pending] --- The Gateway Drug --- Sometime Soon --- myspace.com/namepending08

12-07-2006, 01:22 PM	#7
DJ Shinobi [RA] Slangologist nahmsayin? Join Date: Jun 2004 Location: California Posts: 2,488 Repped: 82 Repped 69 Times in 52 Posts Neg Reps: 0 Neg Repped at 0 Times in 0 Posts	Stress!~!~!~! __________________ Minorities gotta stick together. Fight the power! - ILLogic “I respect hip-hop and i dont know one word of Midnight Marauders and truthfully dont have the interest to go and find out…” - Lupe Fiasco

12-06-2006, 11:39 AM	#3
D-TEK1 1 Join Date: Aug 2005 Location: Ny Posts: 4,729 Repped: 147 Repped 182 Times in 94 Posts Neg Reps: 0 Neg Repped at 0 Times in 0 Posts	Organized Konfusion .

12-06-2006, 01:31 PM	#4
mouad Veteran Join Date: Jun 2005 Posts: 2,962 Repped: 3 Repped 205 Times in 66 Posts Neg Reps: 0 Neg Repped at 1 Time in 1 Post	i'm just like you, i always thought that Stress was the better one. but both are very great

12-06-2006, 07:57 PM	#6
Pennsylvania KING 12/24....Tape Of The Week Join Date: Oct 2006 Posts: 1,099 Repped: 3 Repped 204 Times in 48 Posts Neg Reps: 0 Neg Repped at 1 Time in 1 Post	havent heard Stress yet.......... and Compton your driving on the wrong side

12-07-2006, 02:33 PM	#8
Rebel INS {CF} - iLLuminati ~ Rapsody - Join Date: Dec 2004 Location: Ireland Posts: 11,453 Repped: 151 Repped 645 Times in 302 Posts Neg Reps: 1 Neg Repped at 77 Times in 69 Posts	wonders what bhob is on about .... __________________ "Fighting Ignorance every day is gettin weary" [name pending] --- The Gateway Drug --- Sometime Soon --- myspace.com/namepending08

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