paroles de chanson Organized Konfusion - Organized Konfusion
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P-to-the-R-to-the,
I-to-the-N-to-the-C-to
The-E-to-the-P-to-the-O-to-the-E.
TRY
harder,
don′t
bother
Prince
Poetry,
the
man,
not
a
myth
I'm
not
the
type
that
you
can
walk
up
and
EFF
with
Don′t
sleep,
just
peep
the
whole
damn
connnnn-cept
I'M
OUT
TO
WRECK!
Sucker
MC's
steppin
to
me
with
garbage
I′m
Goldilocks
and
I′m,
taxin
your
porridge
(yeah!)
Ooooooh,
cold
but
yummy
I
slept
in
your
bed,
and
your
girl
sucks
funny
I'm
out
to
bash,
beats
and,
drop
snares
Crush
tables
and
smash
up
chairs,
YEAH
So
consider
me
on
a
rampage
I
spread
out
and
hit
ya
like
a
sawed
off
twelve
gauge
So
back
up,
don′t
play
me
close
Most
boast
to
be
the
best,
but
you
can't,
and
will
never
Ever
in
your
life,
come
close
to
a
mic,
assassinator
I′m
playin
you
out
like
Beta
I'm,
watchin
you,
front
Flaunt
your
puss-head
lookin
just
like
bark
This
is
just
a
verbal
whippin
For
all
you
who
don′t
fall,
but
you
keep
slippin
Shootin
the
gift
for
the
GUH-GUH-GAB
I'm
gonna
dunk
on
your
neck
just
like
Kareem
Ab-dul,
yo
and
ain't
cool
So
don′t
let
me
act
like
a
fool
Cause
I′m
takin
off
from
the
tip-top
of
the
key
With
the
rock
passed
by
the
Pharoahe
M-O-N,
C-H
The
chosen
lyrical
soldier
who
backs
me
up
When
punks
verbally
and,
physically
try
to
get
over
With
no
skills,
no
comp.petition
Havin
you
reminiscin
about
a
brother
Who
don't
give
a
DAMN
about
dissin
Black
and
white,
clever
like
a
superstition
Cause
concepts
flow,
with
the
use
of
a
Pen,
a
sheet,
and
when
braincells
meet
Brain-bustin
MC′s
try
to
get
hype
but
Smell
like
doo-doo
cause
they
can't
even
wipe
butt
Stuck-up
and
quite
conceited
Your
one
hit
song,
all
year
long,
at
shows
Everybody
knows
it
cause
you′re
gonna
repeat,
like
reruns
Put
your
iron
away,
cause
I
got
three
guns
Now
that
we've
got
things
up
and
out
in
the
open
And
clear
yo,
grab
a
chair
Cause
I
swing
with
a
style
that′s
rather
ill
The
illiterate
can't
consider
it
legitimate
so
I
Kick
simplistic
rhymes
for
the
plain
For
the
peanuts,
I
commence
to
go
insane
Shredder
of
a
competitor,
makin
it
better
for
Rap
listeners,
cause
I'm
headed
for
The
top
of
the
hill
where
Jack
can′t
chill
Just
me
and
Jill
cause
Jack
has
no
skills
Now
tell
me
why
everybody
wants
to
be
a
Prince
No
skills,
no
sense,
NONSENSE
I′m
steppin
up
front,
and
to
be
quite,
Blunt
a
radical
creator
of
a
poetical
hypnotical
mathematical
Slang
slurs
punch,
that
stuns
and
amazes
PRINCE
POETRY
SHOOTS
POWERFUL
PHRASES
Interrupting
your
braincells,
dilutin
your
thoughts
Causin
side
effects
fully
disintegratin
body
parts
Cause
I
stalk
when
I
pray
upon
in
the
form
of
the
flesh
Now
weaken
when
Prince
Poetry
commence
speakin
Side
by
side
I
rock
with
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
beats
that
you
find
Konfusin
(Pharoahe
Monch)
Yeah.
here
we
go.
Aiyyo
umm
Prince
(yo!)
Brothers
try
to
swing
on
me
Nut
I
don′t
think
they
can
hit
it
(nah)
These
(these)
styles,
MC'S
they,
JUST
CAN′T
GET
IT
(why?)
The
way
I
ar-ti-cu-late
my
flows
(my
flows!)
Sometimes
I
think
I
know
some
shit
Some
MC's
just
don't
know;
THE
Quicker
I′m
kickin
the
style
Slippin
and
stickin
the
words
hit
quicker
Better
figure
the
verbs
are
thick
in
you
While
the
poetical
fanatical
rap
acrobatical
style
Static
never
had
any
so
I′m
packin
a
black
Automatic
pistol
itchy
by
the
C.I.A.
By
the
way,
my
display
of
rhymes
that
I
will
lay
Down
on
wax,
distributed
from
a
zodiac
Digitally,
with
a
funky
appeal
From
the
reel
to
reel,
it
doesn't
matter
I
still
got
the
skill
to
get
ill
Straight
literature
when
you
try
to
hit
em
with
your
WACK
STYLE,
the
critics
are
sore
to
crack
smiles
So
back
up
black
cause
you
lack
the
skills
When
I
ask
your
girl,
tax
your
girl
She
said
she
wanted
it
from
the
back
so
I
WAXED
your
girl
So
why
would
you
try
to
swing,
on
a
nigga
With
a
itchy
trigger
finger
better
bring
a
bigger
auto
Hit,
swing
a
nigga
if
you
wanna
get
rid
of
me
(damn)
Your
first
mistake,
was
to
consider
me
A
new
jack
black
when
I
ahhhh-lready
knew
that
So
get
back,
step
back,
move
back,
out
of
my
way
When
I
roll
offbeat
(offbeat)
again
Again
and
again
and
again
and
again
and
again
Blending
the
style,
mending
it
like
this
So
that
you
can
check
it
out
when
I
flow
awkwardly
Awkwardly
I
flow,
yo,
let′s
go
Most
don't
recollect
me
as
T-R-O,
Y
Cause
I′ma
get
fly,
with
a
microphone
Dope
with
a
microphone,
you
can't
cope
with
a
microphone
Cause
I′ma
be
illin,
buckin
off
into
your
grill
and
Fillin
your
face
with
knuckles
and
watchin
the
blood
spill
in
Down
the
sewer,
always
knew
I
could
do
a
brother
With
a
crew
of,
good
MC's
Or
maybe
even
a
few
are
stale
MC's
I
scatter
data
that′ll
catapault
a
metaphor
The
epitcle
epilogue
editor
Trendsetter,
letters
are
formin
together
In
the
jaw
side
of
my
mouth,
I′m
alphabetic
Call
me
a
librarian,
rhymes
are
scary
when
I
mix
verbs
and
phrases
and
put
the
vocabulary
in
places
Where,
only
the
M-O-N-C-H
can
do
it
So
don't
ever
despise
Red
is
the
color
when
you
look
in
to
my
Organized/eyes
You′ll
see
Konfusion
When
I'm
usin
a
style
for
abusin
MC′s
are
loosin.
quick
The
O-R-G-A-N-I-Z-E-D-K-O-N-F-U-S-I-N-G
will
TRANSMIT!
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1 Fudge Funk
2 Fudge Pudge
3 Walk Into The Sun
4 Releasing Hypnotical Gases
5 Audience Pleasers
6 Jimenez Críqueta
7 Prisoners Of War
8 The Rough Side Of Town
9 Organized Konfusion
10 P.S. 48
11 Roosevelt Franklin
12 Who Stole My Last Piece Of Chicken (remix)
13 Open Your Eyes
14 Intro
15 Who Stole My Last Piece Of Chicken
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