paroles de chanson Stress - Remix - Organized Konfusion
Yo,
it's
the
verbal
assult
weapon
with
words
uncanny
You
can
fool
me
but
I
cannot
f**k
with
Rudy
Gulliani
Press
the
panic
button,
shit
it's
the
schizophranic,
can
it
I
can
kill
it
from
the
West
Coast
to
the
Atlantic
Nowadays
it
seems
it's
hard
to
maintain
Can't
take
the
stress,
yes
God,
I'm
going
insane
If
you
can
fill
my
veins
say
"Yes"
If
you
can
feel
the
pain
say
"Stress"
Pharoahe,
I
possess
the
skills
to
bring
it
to
yor
chest
With
lyrics
and
manifestation
for
the
entire
nation
With
his
excellency
Prince
standing
next
to
me
And
especially
Extra
P
on
the
SP
12
zero
zero,
I
stand
tall
and
be
a
hero
In
times
of
stress,
the
Pharoahe
won't
fess
Crush,
kill,
destroy,
stress
(Repeat
16x)
(Large
Professor)
Now
nothing
ain't
deeper
than
having
to
throw
a
nigga
in
the
sleeper
Don't
stress,
and
take
that
shit
from
Large
Profess
Cause
I
be
on
the
train
trying
to
maintain
Getting
lower
than
the
whole
while
the
record
man
gain
And
it
make
me
want
to
sting
somebody,
with
the
shottie
Cause
I
can't
relate
to
living
less
than
great
So
I
while
I
make
a
fat
beat
to
eat
Some
of
my
mans
from
John
Ball
high
school
are
sleeping
in
the
street
That
stress
shit
is
ill,
if
you
let
it,
it
will
Having
your
ass
on
the
staircase
smoking
a
scrill
Never
that
for
me,
nigga
my
name's
Extra
P
I
can't
afford
to
be
stressed
the
f**k
out
in
'93
Or
'94,
cause
everybody
knows
my
solution
To
being
stressed
is
looking
at
the
front
door
Crush,
kill,
destroy,
stress
(Repeat
8x)
(Prince
Poetry)
God
knows
I
can't
take
this
stress
Working
my
fingers
to
the
bone,
my
middle
fingers
for
all
you
rap
singers
Not
representing
your
hood
I
stroll
through
the
projects
giving
niggas
dap
cause
my
respect's
good
Verbal
assassinator,
sharp
with
the
tounge,
I
come
Out
of
my
pockets
to
fulfill
a
wish
before
another
brother
And
another
one,
that
you're
looking
for
Mr.
Bigot,
officer,
I'm
legit,
now
can
you
dig
it?
Hey
lady,
I
don't
want
your
pocketbook,
my
black
ass
Don't
like
my
ass
black?
I'd
rather
cross
the
street
leaving
a
stupid
look
On
your
grill,
spark
a
phil,
parlay?
Hosey
toe?
in
the
spot,
call
up?
Concay?
Extra
Large
Profess,
give
the
rest
of
the
old
funk
So
what
I
left
the
rhyme
on
the
dresser
My
man
Dy-Lou,
he's
in
this,
rest
in
peace,
you're
in
here?
Reckapice?
you
be
the
daddy,
God
knows
you're
in
there
Sincere's
the
queer
cause
the
East
is
representing
Baby
doll,
Prince
is
my
name,
shit's
real,
so
listen
![Organized Konfusion - Stress: The Extinction Agenda](https://pic.Lyrhub.com/img/c/4/5/w/t703ckw54c.jpg)
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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