Lyrics Black Sunday - Organized Konfusion
Lawd,
help
me
out
now
We
gotta
get
together
We
gotta
Organize
No
matter
the
weather
It's
a
Black
Sunday,
hey.
(Pharoahe
Monch)
I
used
to
watch
my
grandmother
catch
the
Holy
Ghost
in
church
For
her
soul
she
would
search
Five
years
later
now
I'm
off
to
work
In
a
department
store,
I'm
foldin
pants
and
shirts-ah
At
the
end
of
the
week-ah,
lawd
Just
enough
loot
to
put
some
cheap
sneakers
on
my
feet
That's
when
I
made
a
promise
to
my
momma
I
said
"I
betcha
you
see
me
at
the
Apollo
one
day
and
I'ma.
Be
kickin
that
fat
funk
shit;
Black,
mackadocious
--
speakers
in
the
back
trunk
shit"
Cause
the
boss
is
boss
and
need
is
costing
me
To
miss
classes
and
I
feel
he
spoke
to
me
To
be
a
jackass
in
the
future;
then,
who's
gonna
shoot
ya?
At
this
point
in
my
life
is
where
I
chose
to
write
rhymes.
. Instead
of
doing
crimes
Nineteen
eighty-six
to
nineteen
eighty-nine
Organized
Konfusion,
did
not,
get,
signed
But
we
will
soon
one
day,
until
then
I
return
at
twelve
at
noon
on
the
track,
Black
Sunday
Chorus:
Lawd,
help
me
out-ah
We
gotta
get
together
We
gotta
Organize
No
matter
the
weather
It's
a
Black
Sunday
(Prince
Poetry)
Yeah,
remember
losing
a
loved
one,
lawwwd
help
us
to
make
it
over
Delete
the
pork
cigarettes
and
forty-nine
cent
soda
We
came
a
long
way
and
I'm
still
runnin
for
my
freedom
Still
have
one
hundred
miles
to
go,
escape
from
the
Crack
villllles,
so,
you
can
feed
that
baby
I
used
to
ride
the
elevator
with
the
crazy
lady
I
year
later
I
made
demo
cassettes
with
the
Monch
And?
Tastik?
was
on
the
fader,
rhymes
ran
out
quick
so
I
Encouraged
Monch
to
start
writing
rhymes
And
Mrs.
J
cooked
dinner
then
we
came
into
same
hard
times
Sour
contract
shouldn't
have
been
on
the
plate
Two
apes
escaped,
back
to
L.A.
with
our
demo
tape
The
state
of
mind
I
was
in
since
Paul
Sea
died
is
that
I
gotta
get
mines,
representin
40
projects
so
I'm
All-in,
gotta
make
papes
and
all
that
Close
my
own
record
deal
cause
I
can't
fall
for
that
Old
snake
shit,
hissin
in
the
grass
For
the
cash,
little
cents,
intuition
listen
If
you're
missin
my
money,
my
fist
you
will
be
kissin
Dang...
I
don't
even
understand
Chorus:
Lord,
help
me
out
now
We
gotta
get
together
We
gotta
Organize
No
matter
the
weather
It's
a
Black
Sunday
Outro:
Check
it
out
Like
to
say
whassup
to
my
whole
herd
Like
to
say
rest
in
peace
to
my
man?
Dilu?
And
rest
in
peace
to
my
man
Juice
Three
strikes
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1 Why
2 Walk Into The Sun
3 Sway & Tech Radio Promo
4 Sugah Shorty
5 Stress
6 Stray Bullets
7 Somehow, Someway
8 Roosevelt Franklin
9 Releasing Hypnotical Gases
10 Questions
11 Passion (Unreleased)
12 Open Your Eyes
13 Maintain
14 Let's Organize
15 Late Night Action
16 Invetro
17 Fudge Pudge
18 Bring It On
19 Black Sunday
20 9xs Out Of 10
21 Right to Know (Bonus)
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