Текст песни Walk Into The Sun - Organized Konfusion
[Prince
poetry]
The
sun
reflects
off
of
the
waves
at
sea
Rain
support
roots
that
implants
the
tree
There's
a
breeze
in
the
park
kites
fly
high
Under
the
branches
con
vertibles
fly
by
The
sky.
[Pharoahe
monch]
.Blue
fields
green
Paints
a
picture
that
creates
a
scene
Of
the
destiny
that
controls
my
fate
Reflections
of
light
creates
shapes
[Prince
poetry]
Inside
of
this
particular
sphere,
i
see
kids
in
the
street
When
i
pass,
i
go
beep!
beep!
beep!
[Pharoahe
monch]
See
the
black
boy
over
there
runnin
scared
His
old
man
runs
numbers
summers
Come
in
and
he'll
feel
dumb
if
his
son
Doesn't
have
a
new
pair
of
sneakers
So
he
combinates
people's
numbers
in
sequence
When
play
straight,
but
not
in
the
leaders
[Organized
konfusion]
Hip-hop
pumps
inside
of
jeeps
and
cars
It's
daytime
but
we
still
peep
stars
Parties
every
night,
we
gotta
move,
we
gotta
go
We
gotta
step,
let's,
jet!
We
gotta
get
away,
we
gotta
do
it
now
We
gotta
walk
into
the
sun!
ha
hah
We
gotta
get
away,
we
gotta
do
it
now
We
gotta
walk
into
the
sun!
We
gotta
get
away,
we
gotta
do
it
now
We
gotta
walk
into
the
sun!
ha
hah
We
gotta
get
away,
we
gotta
do
it
now
We
gotta
walk.
in.to.
the.
sun.
[Pharoahe
monch]
Love
and
hate,
black
and
white
Right
or
wrong,
who
is
right?
Some
smoke
joints
to
annoint
their
brain
To
the
vanishing
point,
so
they
won't
go
insane
[Prince
poetry]
Mother
may
i?
yes
you
may
Take
some
giant
steps,
to
go
out,
and
play
I
got
next,
sorry
duke,
i
got
my
five
You
better
call
next,
and
step
to
the
side
[Pharoahe
monch]
There's
no
specific
topic
of
speech
in
this
rhyme
I
just
wanna
go
on
a
ride
On
a
kaleidoscopic
tree,
visually.
[Prince
poetry]
.Individually,
we
go
our
seperate
ways
To
get
our
haircuts
and
mustaches
trimmed
Rockin
a
t-shirt,
shorts
with
thick
socks
With
my
boots
that
i
nickname
tim-ber
Here
comes
dayfall
I
can
remember
when
we
used
to
chill
and
hang
With
paul,
sea.
[Organized
konfusion]
We
gotta
get
away,
we
gotta
do
it
now
We
gotta
walk
into
the
sun!
ha
hah
We
gotta
get
away,
we
gotta
do
it
now
We
gotta
walk.
in.to.
the.
sun.
Sittin
on
a
stoop,
while
the
johnny-pump
shoots
Water
while
we
eat
fruits
The
radio
pumps,
rockin
to
l.o.n.s.
and
yes
The
girls
display
flesh
by
the
way
they
dress
[Prince
poetry]
The
ave
surprises,
the
fulfilling
collage
Of
scratches
that
strike
like
sticky
matches
Attacking
techniques
with
combinating
Constantly
motivating
highly
elevating
the
light
steps
[Pharoahe
monch]
When
the
air
gets
thick
and
you
can
feel
the
tension
I
bypass
howard,
and
detour
benson
Cause
i
don't
really
feel
like
fencing
today
So
i
chill
in
my
own
dimension
and
listen
to
the
sax
blow.
. Flow,
abstract
the
sax
always
seems
to
relax
you
But
at
the
same
time,
it
attacks
you
In
this
particular
era
of
darkness
Bust
a
rhyme
that
might
enlighten
the
mind
and
spark
this
Trail
to
follow
the
light
that's
guiding
you
from
The
evil
that
you
walk
into
the
sun
From
what
i
see
it's
an
addiction
I'll
explain
to
the
brain
about
pain
affliction
Grab
my
hand,
hold
it
tightly
Close
your
eyes
and
maybe
you
might
see
what
i
see
Yo,
what
i
said
simplistic
But
what
i
see's
not
materialistic
[Prince
poetry]
My
hayfever
is
actin
up,
so
i
took
a
couple
of
antihistamines
Whew!
i
got
struck
with
relief
Now
patiently,
i
wait
for
the
summer
Cause
the
spring
brings
pollen
and
that
can
be
a
bummer
A
terrific
brother
was
havin
a
specific
get-together
by
the
beach
Rolling
rock's,
plus
peach
schnapps,
served
on
the
rocks
The
organisms
play
the
boardwalk,
pullin
numbers
from
pros'
peak
The
scenario,
where
we
go
pumpin
the
alpine
stereo
Hop
along
the
turnpike
on
our
way
to
the
merry-go-
-Round
up
the
herbs
at
six
flags;
we're
on
a
mission
Hittin
the
streets
of
new
york
in
zig-zags
Walkin
to
the
park,
hark,
the
herald,
named
erald
Who
creates
with
charts
Central
park
swarms
with
intellectual
dialects
With
the
potential,
of
the
city's
best
emergency
medical
techs
So
i
dip
dip
dive
Listen
to
the
musicians
in
the
park
play
live
The
funky
drummer
was
drummin
even
though
he
was
a
bum
Some
couldn't
comprehend,
the
vibe
that
blended
With
the
sum,
there
were
some,
who
wasn't
dumb
I
supported
with
the
hum,
dropped
five
bucks,
cause
he
was
the
one
Yo,
i
gave
a
clap,
i
gave
a
wink,
i
gave
a
shout
I
gotta
meet
the
monch,
strike
three,
and
i
was
out!
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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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