Lyrics The Extinction Agenda - Organized Konfusion
...the
extinction
agenda...
...the
extinction
agenda...
Back
is
the
incredible
o
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g
to
the
a
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z
e
d
with
a
k
O
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f
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s
to
the
i
o
n
Verse
one:
prince
poetry
Emerging
up
to
another
level
there
i
stand
Hand
to
hand
rap
combat
black
Back
in
the
land
i
expand
data
for
the
wack
Leaving
multilated
bodies
lacerated
limbs
grim
sites
And
new
jacks
pick
up
six
and
grab
the
ore
Dig
deep
into
the
ghetto
(absorb)
I
take
you
to
a
new
realm
Levitating
above
the
norm
anticipating
me
to
pick
up
Seven
more
new
jacks
and
commencing
with
others
fading
(So
how
dare
you
question)
The
original
aborigine
In
the
vicinity
the
city's
committing
consider
me
The
trilogy
of
terror,
whatever
i
do
i
bring
light
You're
blinded
by
the
glare
of
the
trendsetter
Beware
when
i
strike,
blueprints
like
no
other
The
soldier
of
fortune,
the
undercover
Rebel
of
rap
attackin
the
ones
who's
attackin
blacks
I'm
on
a
mission
of
peace,
i
make
tracks
Elevate
with
the
almighty
god
in
front
of
me
Teach
seeds
in
the
hood
the
truth,
the
wannabe
Competitor
will
have
no
other
choice
but
to
surrender
Can't
stand
the
pressure,
the
extinction
agenda
Chorus:
repeat
2x
The
extinction
agenda,
hah!
The
extinction
agenda,
uhh.
The
extinction
agenda,
uhh
The
extinction
agenda,
uhh
Verse
two:
pharoahe
monche
I'm
the
poetical
poltergeist
i
heist
tracks
from
the
past
And
return
em
to
the
present
time
in
rhyme
form
What
was
once
dead
is
now
resurrected
on
the
record
And
the
physical
words
are
mere
residuals
for
my
bidding
For
my
disposal
to
dispose
of...
who
are
you
kidding
Nightfall,
i
stop
the
rook,
then
i'm
looking
for
The
original
book
which
contains
the
words
of
god
Six
hours
until
dawn,
my
quest
to
capture
the
queen
Without
being
seen
by
the
pawns
Call
me
bishop,
bishop
takes
rook,
rook
takes
pawn
Pawn
takes
knight,
knight
takes
queen
Queen
takes
the
original
king
james
version
I'm
surgin
up
when
i'm
emergin
False
clergymen
you're
urgin
me
to
call
you
a
virgin
Wind
to
save
the
lease
Who
can
you
trust
when
a
priest
is
now
the
beast?
(Who?
what?
why?)
I'm
the
assassinator
of
rap
Hit
rip
rhyme
rap
ritual
hit
you
with
my
best
shot
Get
you
sit
you
down,
let
you
know
i
never
get
dropped
When
i
flip-flop
hip-hop,
when
i
wreck
shop
(nigga)
I
move,
with
the
finesse
and
the
smoothness
Even
inside
of
the
grooves
of
a
record,
check
it
Check
it
again,
check
it
again,
check
it
again
Check
the
metaphors,
make
sure
they're
making
sense
and
then
Gimme
one-hundred
percent
credit
Let
it,
medi-tate,
in
your
brain,
like
a
seda-tive
I
said
it
and
i
read
it
twelve
in
your
bloodstream
Let
it
live
The
verses
of
curses
that
burst
in
the
face
of
the
first
time
offenders
In
the
realm
of
the
extinction
agenda
Chorus
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1 Intro
2 Stress
3 The Extinction Agenda
4 Thirteen
5 Black Sunday
6 Drop Bombs
7 Bring It On
8 Why
9 Let's Organize
10 3-2-1
11 Keep It Koming
12 Stray Bullet
13 Maintain
14 Stress - Remix
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