Organized Konfusion - Let's Organize Lyrics
[q-tip]Yeah, check it out, we here with the big oWith the big big o, and you knowWhat we want yall to do is just bounce bounce bounce bounce bounceCmon bounce, cmon (cmon we gotta) bounce(cmon, hah) bounce (we do it like this one time, uhh, sup, sup)Verse one: prince poetry, pharoahe moncheDo you wanna hear, the boogie bearJump up and do the freak funk, throw your hands in the airCompare me, with noneThe son, of the king, triple crown, just to get the job doneI surpass fast dash through a mass of traps fliersAnd blow up the spot, and organize on that ass, Im hotBlack, with no sugar straight coffeeYou stalk me, because your girl wanna hawk meJock me clock me watch me mutilate the micRip it apart, shatter your brain when I strikeAdd a syringe of raps to cleanse you fall apartStyle damage you amateur cause Im blowin your fileHoney-dips see me and they yellin organizedAnd they know -- pharoahe monches got skills for the wiseOhhhhhh, huh, shit! look who walked in the doorRyyyyyuuuu-kick, tiger tiger uppercutDirectly to the gut, when I strut on micsMakes my windpipe eruptBetter back off, I jack off of wack mcs in the vicinityNigga please, I make em bounceChorus: repeat 8x[q-tip] lets organize, cmon (we gotta bounce) we gotta bounceVerse two: prince poetry, o.c.I make you stomp back and forth like an army brigadeDiode cuts love kid wherever skills is displayedRaid your block blow your mind like fansIn the summer or like redman, ready to rockExpanding my cleverness on wax, to japan and backAsk for prince and hon I hope ya gotJust five seconds for black prince to flexIts not all about sexI like ears smooth skin and sensitive necksVictorias secret couldnt keep you from the prince poeSo peep it when I funky technique itFor those who slept, wake up, ya better make spaceTaste the bread I break off, as I take it to your face! whewCan you keep up like skeleton watch organized konfusion troop upLi-li-li-li-live with the style thats flyPrince poe i, flow smooth like silk so freak meCause I aint shai!So, o.c., let em know how we goCome again my friend with another funk flowLook who just came in, o.c.s gaminCrews I set you up, to lynch for a hanginBangin, bodies up in a tree like a pinataMany, claim masculine, but sport gartersWhose the artist, not video, more-so to lukeIts like square dancing on your toes so bounceChorus 1/2Verse three: prince poetryWell heres a toke one time for you mindMost just cant cope, dope def, booty nope I woke you upI poke your brain I poke your main arteryBatter me, with your fattery your flattery will never ever shatter mePrince poe, the exec with the intellectual conceptsThat elevates you like stepsA&r reps, take steps, bounce your ass through the hoodsHeres the goods, an ounce, enough for you to bounceChorus{q-tip shouts out various hip-hop boroughs and people}
