some self promoting Lets just go to those who have an organized organized life So now we have an organized plan of action Most organized to our advantage
[Verse 1:] I know its insane, but I love you both the same And feelins like that are kinda hard to explain So I write to let you know what's goin on
Yo, Ice the organization say They can't stay in business with us any longer What you gonna do? We always knew we were gonna come to this point sooner
haunting my memory Music in the air I hear it ev'rywhere Rags, bones and old city songs Hear them, how they talk to me The organ grinder and his monkey
you can blow with that You can blow with this or you can blow with that Or you can blow with Organically grown through the hemisphere I roam To make
I don't believe in superstars Organic food or foreign cars I don't believe the price of gold The certainty of growing old That right is right and left
[Cynthia:] Get up and dance to the music! Get on up and dance to the fonky music! [All:] Dance to the Music, Dance to the Music [Freddie:] Hey Greg! [
like they had us do with theme music Spit like cars when the body releasin' fluid One, more tragic than ninety-one-one Also we fearsome Known as the Slum and that's just one organism
then they wonder why we start overreactin', Hey-ey-ey! You can pick and choose it, Right before you lose it, I'm'a hit you with my music, I'm fightin
'm livin' my dream, man, I sing what I'm livin' about And the words that come out of my mouth, they requires a random routine Of being organic granite
joint's prevalent in Fat Beats and Footworks I cater to these markets first, cause they gravitate to me And appreciate the vision of what I do musically
against freethinking individuals in order to force people to adhere to one way of life. An independently funded organization called ("Stop fucking downloading music
blazin' angel, known for raisin hell, And we don't plan on changin'. [Chorus:] New breed, full blooded thoroughbreds. Organized, don't kill without
's the hood dark and haunted See those crackheads with dead eyes their souls been torment Look at the old man throwing up his body organs Smell a odor
in it Y'all the roots still in it Ready plus willin it's all the true killer shit You know we got them Involved We too diligent They say the music is
' with me I'm way over your head, you like creativity? I'm a gangsta rapper, Lord, forgive the shit I'm sayin' But You'd be surprised where my music be
going to amount to a thing You set around with that silly looking guitar and sing You hang around them juke joints all the time Making music like some
sit myself at my instruments Here they sit at their instruments And the music fills and fills Terrifies, horrifies, forever scares The children of the night What music
