Organized Konfusion - The Extinction Agenda Lyrics
...the extinction agenda......the extinction agenda...back is the incredible o-r, g-to-the-aN-i, z-e, d with a kO-n-f-u-s-to-the-i-o-nVerse one: prince poetryEmerging up, to another level, there I standHand to hand rap combat blackBack in the land I expand data for the wackLeaving multilated bodies lacerated limbs grim sitesAnd new jacks, pick up six and grab the oreDig deep into the ghetto (absorb)I take you to a new realmLevitating above the norm anticipating me to pick upSeven more new jacks and commencing with this and fading(so how dare you question) the original aborigineIn the vicinity the citys committee consider meThe trilogy of terror, whatever I do I bring lightYoure blinded by the glare of the trendsetterBeware when I strike, blueprints like no otherThe soldier of fortune, the undercoverRebel of rap attackin the ones whos attackin blacksIm on a mission of peace, I make tracksElevate with the almighty God in front of meTeach seeds in the hood the truth, the wannabeCompetitor will have no other choice but to surrenderCant stand the pressure, the extinction agendaChorus: repeat 2xThe extinction agenda, hah!The extinction agenda, uhh.The extinction agenda, uhhThe extinction agenda, uhhVerse two: pharoahe moncheIm the poetical poltergeist I heist tracks from the pastAnd return em to the present time in rhyme formWhat was once dead is now resurrected on the recordAnd the physical words are mere residuals for my biddingFor my disposal to dispose of... who are you kiddingNightfall, I stuff the rook, then Im looking forThe original book which contains the words of godSix hours until dawn, my quest to capture the queenWithout being seen by the pawnsCall me bishop, bishop takes rook, rook takes pawnPawn takes knight, knight takes queenQueen takes the original king james virgin (check)Im surgin up when Im emerginFalse clergymen youre urgin me to call you a virginWhen to say the leastWho can you trust when a priest is now the beast?(who? what? why? and when? )Im the assassinator of rapHit rip rhyme rap ritual hit you with my best shotGet you sit you down, let you know I never get droppedWhen I flip-flop hip-hop, when I wreck shop (nigga)I move, with the finesse and the smoothnessEven inside of the grooves of a record, check itCheck it again, check it again, check it againCheck the metaphors, make sure theyre making sense and thenGimme one-hundred percent creditLet it, medi-tate, in your brain, like a seda-tiveI said it and I bet it dwelve in your bloodstream.... let it liveThe verses of curses that burst in the face of the first time offendersIn the realm of the extinction agendaChorus
