Organized Konfusion - Roosevelt Franklin Lyrics
Dont forget to do that thing for your mother roosevelt!Yeah yeah yeah, alright, alright[prince poetry]Running upon the jagged edge, *****, the rough lifeWhen you have to gain much respectAs an individual keepin negativity minimumRequires havin courage respect him his intellectSo you gotta be on that specific type of setLike roosevelt, especially when your cards are dealtYou see me, frankly, I dont give a hootAbout the blanks you shoot out of your mental bank seeI like roosevelt, cause he aint bootyMoody maybe, baby youre mad cause he smashed up your cutiePlayin the courts, takin the loss, to whereverSome clever college edu-ma-cated individualWith financial status just to mess what the bank statedGirls love it, and you cant look above it you hate itPeeped his method, you laid, you waitedYou never ever contemplated if I pull a automaticWill I leave the artillery out or just flightCheck in the night, youre out to snipe, my manYou cant stand upon sight of himOut to fatally ignite himRoosevelt felt staticky, he knew things were shadyGrady had, bradleys uzi, but he always packed a clip or twoBelongin to a nickel-plated .380Givin off the impression of a clever nerdNever was a suspect when a homicide occured, in the suburbsHe was referred, to as a respectable intellectualHighly acceptable rebel from the ghetto on the levelOf an intelligent rapper, create him just like giupettoThe aggresive type, and hes not your puppetStickin quickin enough to pull a skeezer with repetitionAfter takin aim and buckin and blowin the smoke awayThen tuckin and jettin home, hopin that no stunts are stuck in itHe needs sleep, for eight oclock classSo as fast as he crash, he might lastFor six hours of bed passed, cause roosevelts a scholarIvy league material, cully-head kid with brainpowerSix foot two, and we wear the same size shoeHe drinks brew, and he runs with my crew, my herdOn a continuous basis, in the same, placesRollin out five deep, but its only four facesSo I dont, give a two, drip-drops about, what those have feltAnd if I die (and if he die) and if I die (and if he dieeeeeeee)And if I die its because of my man rooseveltRoosevelt, roosevelt, roosevelt, roosevelt franklinRoosevelt, roosevelt, roosevelt franklin, roosevelt franklinRoosevelt, roosevelt, roosevelt, roosevelt franklinRoosevelt, roosevelt, roosevelt franklin, roosevelt franklin[pharoahe monch]Ooooooooooooh Im so confuuuuuuuuused.. damn, it hurts!People persist to treat me like dirtI dont sleep at night, time cause dimes I dont dropI sling and clockers ceaseCommanders in chiefs when I pop rocksDig deep within, you might recognize meIm the one with the bloodshot eyesHot rays of sun, beat down upon my face as if Ill melt baconWhy the hell my mother named me roosevelt franklin?I .. dont .. know, so I strive to gainOnly the lord knows my eyes have seen the painTears comin down my cheeks like rainI was abused, they stripped the mind for amusementNow I walk the path of organized konfusionBut its only a temporary formalityCause my man scott turns illusion into realityA loaf of bread (a loaf of bread), a stick of butterSomebodys mother lies, dead in the gutterSo I move quick fast, to get past quicklySwiftly, at last, cops cant get with meCant hit me, nah never Im too nifty, people shittin meProducts in the projects so I pump fiftiesIn soda cans so dogs wont sniff meIm takin the proper precautions (yeah)Cause once my mother told me she was gonna get an abortionI cant keep track.. of the fluctuation.. of timeHallucinogenics keep, abusin my mindGotta pick up, gotta pick up, gotta pick up, gotta pick upMore product, gotta move, gotta go I cant get stuck; not hereNot if I wanna become roosevelt franklin the employee of the yearI wear baseball caps over my eyes so you cant make outMe at night when Im standin on the corner eatin chinese takeout.. damn I almost forgot, yo yo I have to break outYo dont forget your moms told you to get that stuffA loaf of bread, a stick of butter, container of milkA loaf of bread (a loaf of bread) a stick of butter(stick of butter), umm.. container of milk (container of milk)
