Organized Konfusion

Organized Konfusion - Keep It Koming lyrics

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Intro/Chorus: repeat 2X
 We keep it koming
 We keep it koming  huh
 We keep it koming Spark that L!
 We keep it koming  uhh
 And when it's time to Organize
 We stick together through the times
 With the attitude like Miles
 We keep it koming

 Verse One: Prince Poetry

 I be flipping the scripts  ripping through hoods coming equipped
 Lifts out of my lyrics sippin forties in a whip
 Organized, rise raise up the level surprise!
 Niggaz watch Prince, open your eyes when I deliver
 give a honeydip a wink, thick chocolate bitch
 Switch up the pace, kick me the digits later you can taste
 the bass thumps for months, entrapped in the lab
 with mad blunts, creating formulas that you can grab
 I escape, the clutches of wackness, I'm like a mattress
 Lay it down for the South Side, Sounds of Blackness
 Uh, ohhh, I keep it koming stunning you're running
 through states, to make pace gunning you down with the drumming
 that rakes, in the dough
 Oh, my God, times are hard so I gotta flow
 Spark up the L, I excel over the stress
 Crushing the competition that I stomp from East to West
 Rest assured we will deliver the goods to the 'hoods
 for the youth, this is proof we should
 well, Organize got the bomb hard to stay calm
 Forming like Voltron and then attacking at dawn

 Chorus

 Verse Two: Pharoahe Monch

 When I'm fed up, I hold my head instead of me teasing
 Yo ooh ooh child, things are gonna get easier
 In my mind and in my soul
 I can take control of a beat whenever I roll
 Stroll up the block, 40-dog cocked back
 in my knapsack is a uzi-wop, BLACK WHASSUP!
 Spreading like malaria, but much scarier
 Migrating in the whole tri-state area
 Without a doubt, my niggaz never go out
 They rock, braids and fades and baldies
 and blow up and blew out throughout
 the entire night I'm peepin you and
 your entire crew out -- what's that all about!
 I suppose I be steppin to hoes when
 I'm masking overconfidence, cause I know my new shit
 is gonna go platinum, I'm mathin em
 Light skin ones inside of a Maxima
 On a passenger side, this is what I'm asking her
 Hey baby you look so good
 Why you driving through our neighborhood?
 If raps I wrote were cookies, I bet you'd bite a chip
 rookie fetch a product, cause it took a long time to ignite
 a fucking style from the end, back to the beginning
 Niggaz is winning, Prince, niggaz is winning
 Keep the fat drumming running up your back
 black, with stacks of facts for the tracks
 that you can react to

 Chorus 1/2

 Verse Three:

 We be the bread and butter making breaking crown facts around back
 Cracking gunner sound heart starts to stutter when the bass
 pounds butter, like this
 Rumbling CD crispy, no hiss
 Rush you like Russell, make you flip like Knipsie
 Wilson negative but can't see, but maybe one
 Organized take the favor rated is my tip
 To keep my peers motivated with funk, only we rip see
 For years tears shed it but never let it
 mislead a nigga figure that I'd be runnin dogs you know

 Chorus

 Nigga
 Yeah, uhh
 Check it out
 Extreme phat, with the Pharoahe Monch cheeba cheeba
 Mr. Prince Po will flow
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Copyrights:

Author: Cannonball Adderley

Composer: ?

Publisher: Hollywood BASIC

Details:

Released in: 1994

Language: English

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