the vicinity Nigga, please, I make 'em bounce Let's organize, c'mon, we gotta bounce (We gotta bounce) Let's organize, c'mon, we gotta bounce (We gotta bounce) Let's organize
, yo, check it Now add it up, uhh, add it up, uhh Check it out, we're like Three LP's precise from my Five Deadly Venoms With international plugs like nine Organized
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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
* knock at the door * [mayor] jesus christ, who is it? !? ! [dapig] officer fleming! [mayor] come in! hey, good morning, how ya doin? [dapig] good morning
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
the pain Tears comin' down my cheeks like rain I was abused, they stripped the mind for amusement Now I walk the path of Organized Konfusion But it'
Aww, man, you like the best thing I've seen all day I'm saying, "Give me a moment One minute, one minute Aww, come on, sis" Shugah Shorty, why you backin
the Pharoahe Watch you decomposin' MC's and look there's only a shadow Too late 'cause I'm gone, I explode And I drop a hip-hop again, atomic atom bomb Releasin' lyrics that you better not be usin' Organizin
Yo, yo, yo, yo, Pharoahe Right, right Brother, why don't you explain How did hip-hop get caught up in this ill rap game? Yo, I got a question, in hip
*sounds of a baby crying* *pharaohe monch whining* Pharoahe: God why is it so difficult to get it through these niggas heads They can't fuck with me
-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
Crush, kill, destroy, stress Crush, kill, destroy, stress Crush, kill, destroy, stress Crush, kill, destroy, stress Pain, stress, my brain, can't even
Plateaus, rippin' shows with this cosmic sex Love on CD's and cassettes and DAT's (Now all rise) Now who masters the Funk when it's time to Flex? (Organized
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
Yo, grip, you got your eyes fixed On me like as if a bitch caught me in a glitch Reachin' at cases, no beef just fish, straight pitch What the fuck is
South Side's a town with a lot of hustle and bustle A kid got stuck for a buck under the trussle Died with pride, he thought he had a big heart muscle
Let the trigger finger put the pressure to the mechanism Which gives a response, for the automatic Clip to release projectiles in single file Forcing