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Organized Konfusion

gonna shoot ya? At this point in my life is where I chose to write rhymes Instead of doing crimes Nineteen eighty-six to nineteen eighty-nine Organized Konfusion

ease the mental Our instrumentals are too much for the average fan So I bring the jamacian funk (uh!) that's what it is I am too dope, too fat, organized konfusion

it on There is no equivalent one consider me the epitome of rhymes Rhythm to techs execution is parallel to them With an exception of the organisms

a lot of hookers Slip and slide, I sling the sludge Fudge, fudge, pudge, pudge, but never hold a grudge Up against the wall, I caught you with the drugs The organism

By the grace of God, I give a speech like Malcolm Expressin', flexin', flaunt the style that's wicked (Uhh) Inflicted, addicted, now people can't understand

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strikes, the main event, there's no dull moment They frail cause their shell lack one component That's the motive of locs, big payback shit Organizin

I'm sitting at the edge of my bed and I'm fed Up with negative thoughts running straight through my head Life's ready and I can't make moves, it's hard

We keep it koming We keep it koming, huh We keep it koming We keep it koming, uhh And when it's time to Organize We stick together through the times