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Organized Konfusion

Organized Konfusion

Organized Konfusion

1991

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,

rush failures
Because there is no glory in defeat

Water won't ever be hotter by itself
Trouble your mind it won't tire itself
Your mind needs change
Not

the one-two gauge, Baritone to the izm fan 
Trees fall so I can play ground with my ink 
So let me need ya to my M's go 
I push the infinite and carry it
My

gone...)

Part three
2:57 AM
I think we're both so afraid of
being alone
That we pretend we are
To feel less when It happens
In my dream I thought you hated

The Grey Cock

Eliza Carthy

Voice of Folk

1996

three hours before it was day,
And before twas day, my love had to leave me,
Not by light of the moon nor light of the sun.
"So Willy dear, oh dearest

H2oproof

Ras Kass

Rasassination

1998

like (Chaka?) fuckin Chewbacca
Connect the dots, murder by design
Shit on your intellect, and fertilize your mind (mind)
Pull out the gauge and we can

in the Buick
Three up front, three in the back
I'm trying to get my dreaming back on track
Trying to get my credit back to black

Once credit was

in the Buick 
Three up front, three in the back 
I'm trying to get my dreaming back on track 
Trying to get my credit back to black 

Once credit was

My Morning Jacket X and Evil Urges
Beware and Be Grateful by Maps and Atlases
Menomena Friend and Foe
John Mayer Continuum and Trio
The Civil Wars

get angry and hate
Cause when you live inside the ego, it's a
dangerous place
I made some space and paved my own lane
Hit the streets like road rage
No

imagination, my determination, I'm just gonna back my own
Always independent, gonna go by myself, gonna go out all of that night setting that hover light

but ya times up
Time to hang it up
You retiring from the game of life 
You've been fired
Situation dire
Now a bunch of red eyes watch you
Songs by

Nicki Minaj's eyeliner is a
Precision event, a marvel
As if drawn on by the kind of
Pre-programmed robot arm used
For laparoscopic surgeries
It is

Blue is on a rampage, and green is the truth
Blood runs red but it all turns to grey
Claiming that we're colour blind to get us through the day

EMC

and buy your publishin'
Aye look at him i own my publishin'
Then why you gettin' all worked up? I mean
If you broke and you own your publishin'
Well thanks

And lately the money just knock at my door

Do it for the family, do it for the homies
Had to go and make a couple bands by my lonely
Can't chase no honey

round or flat
If Jesus was real his lips would be fat
Don't judge me by the colour of my skin I'm BLUE on the inside
This so called "African child" has

Lord Tell Me Why

Z-Ro

Look What You Did to Me

1998

wanto to die by the hands of my own kind
Really to get true to the overdose and free my own mind, hell yeah

(Chorus - 2x)

(Z-Ro)
I no longer need

made of red clay

Looking above
By climbing he realized
He could not scape
Looking around
He found a passage
Dug down in the wall
It was so tight, so

Tyson
Aiming for the Lam but the drive by’s in a Camry
Gotta leave Toronto for now I’m in Miami 
Why these niggas hating on me? I do my own shit
Why they

Pimp Without a Caddy

Tone-Loc

Cool Hand Loc

1991

and stiletto, hoe
Some say that I grew up in a wild hood
Not even knowin where I spent my childhood
The voice of panic hittin hard to make you hyper
The rhymes

times
Cause the truth will always loom by your side
She said
Shakin it up as you walk the line

Colour me red
You're leaving babe
Three is a crowd in your

We Livin Gangsta Like

Tha Dogg Pound

Dillinger & Young Gotti

2001

answered then they hung up
Three niggas kicked the front door with they guns up,
Cover my son up, and let the lead off
Get the pump to pumping, Xzibit took

skies, all is dead
There is no colour in my eyes, seeing red
I couldn't smile if you drew it on my face
The roof above me isn't blocking out the rain