Organized Konfusion

Organized Konfusion - Let's Organize lyrics

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[Q Tip]
 Yeah  check it out  we here with the big O
 With the big big O  and you know
 What we want y'all to do is just bounce bounce bounce bounce bounce
 C'mon bounce  c'mon (c'mon we gotta) bounce
 (C'mon  hah) Bounce (We do it like this one time  uhh  sup  sup)

 Verse One: Prince Poetry  Pharoahe Monche

 Do you wanna hear  the boogie bear
 jump up and do the freak funk, throw your hands in the air
 Compare me, with none
 The son, of the king, triple crown, just to get the job done
 I surpass fast dash through a mass of traps fliers
 and blow up the spot, and Organize on that ass, I'm hot
 black, with no sugar straight coffee
 You stalk me, because your girl wanna hawk me
 Jock me clock me watch me mutilate the mic
 Rip it apart, shatter your brain when I strike
 Add a syringe of raps to cleanse you fall apart
 Style damage you amateur cause I'm blowin your file
 Honey-dips see me and they yellin Organized
 And they know -- Pharoahe Monche's got skills for the wise

 Ohhhhhh, huh, shit! Look who walked in the door
 Directly to the gut, when I strut on mics
 makes my windpipe erupt
 Better back off, I jack off of wack MC's in the vicinity
 Nigga please, I make em bounce

 Chorus: repeat 8X

 [Q-Tip] Let's organize, c'mon (we gotta bounce) we gotta bounce

 Verse Two: Prince Poetry, O.C.

 I make you stomp back and forth like an army brigade
 Diode cuts love kid wherever skills is displayed
 Raid your block blow your mind like fans
 In the summer or like Redman, ready to rock
 Expanding my cleverness on wax, to Japan and back
 Ask for Prince and hon I hope ya got
 just five seconds for black Prince to flex
 It's not all about sex
 I like ears smooth skin and sensitive necks
 Victoria's Secret couldn't keep you from the Prince Poe
 so peep it when I funky technique it
 For those who slept, wake up, ya better make space
 Taste the bread I break off, as I take it to your face! Whew
 Can you keep up like skeleton watch Organized Konfusion troop up
 li-li-li-li-live with the style that's fly
 Prince Poe I, flow smooth like Silk so Freak Me
 Cause I ain't Shai!
 So, O.C., let em know how we go
 Come again my friend with another funk flow

 Look who just came in, O.C.'s gamin
 Crew's I set you up, to lynch for a hangin
 Bangin, bodies up in a tree like a pinata
 Many, claim masculine, but sport garters
 Whose the artist, not video, more-so to Luke
 It's like square dancing on your toes so bounce

 Chorus 1/2

 Verse Three: Prince Poetry

 Well here's a toke one time for you mind
 most just can't cope, dope def, booty nope I woke you up
 I poke your brain I poke your main artery
 Batter me, with your fattery your flattery will never ever shatter me
 Prince Poe, the exec with the intellectual concepts
 that elevates you like steps
 A&R reps, take steps, bounce your ass through the hoods
 Here's the goods, an ounce, enough for you to bounce


 {Q-Tip shouts out various hip-hop boroughs and people
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Author: Patrice Rushen, Pharoahe Monch, Prince Po

Composer: ?

Publisher: Hollywood BASIC


Released in: 1994

Language: English

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