Best of Organized Konfusion

So yo, why you trying to play me though?
Out like a sucker (Repeat 4x)

[Pharoahe Monch]
You're sneaking around like a sneaker baby, what's the beeper for?
Used to do my chores, now you're acting like a whore
Phones at my grip with you off to the store
For now, you don't love me no more?
Hey, by the way who's Curt?
Left a message on my machine said you didn't come to work
You AWOL from the job, plus who's Rob?
The way you're acting, I think you've been slobbing him
Sometimes I swear I think about robbing 'em
But my papa told me never to snuff no girls
You give 'em diamond, jewels, furs, pearls
Rings and shoes and cars and things
From time to time I want to diss her
You couldn't play me if I cheated like Amy Fisher
And dismiss her from the courtroom in a Yugo
You know, something like Joe Buttafuco
Well deep inside my heart, the pain still stings
When I think back and remember I was gonna swing her a ring
For her fing finger, yes I used to bang her
Like "inga binga bunga" but I'm out like Philip Summers

So yo, why you trying to play me though?
Out like a sucker (Repeat 4x)

[Prince Poetry]
I reminice back when I was swinging with Mish pretty young thing
she got a kick outta, my jeep and a meal at Burger King
And a shotta, ??? down with my maturity
Getting papers from Port Authority doing security
Uh, she just used to climb up in my whipper whip
Just to stress a nigga quick, young she's on a ego trip
Quit being "ha ha" I had to stop the pigeon
Step, find a dove who comprehends exactly how I'm living
So I met a girl around the way from the uptown
Set, we used to drown in sweat, uh
She was my dollar til I lost my 9 to 5
She started dissing listen pretend then shitting on my pride
She tried to crush my pride so cut off to the next
Uh, not for the sex, this one used to run through the projects
Gossiping with the next about the next
Loved to cover her neck, for stress gave her a cat as a pet (Meow)
It's major in a which, when she wanted to flow
Flowing with this nosey hoochie when I was out doing my shows
Doing a demo, demo, dembo, dembo
Dembo you can't front, you used to bust a load on Prince Po
And fall fast asleep into the morn
Girlfriend started flipping, so yo Prince had to be gone
I'm just another brother trying to get around the Feds
And keep my mental state, no matter what it takes

So yo, why you trying to play me though?
Out like a sucker (Repeat 4x)

[Prince Poetry]
The sun reflects off of the waves at sea
Rain support roots that implants the tree
There's a breeze - in the park, kites fly high
Under the branches, con-vertibles fly by
The sky..

[Pharoahe Monch]
..blue, fields green
Paints a picture that creates a scene
of the destiny that controls my fate
Reflections of light, creates shapes

[Prince Poetry]
Inside of this particular sphere, I see kids in the street
When I pass, I go Beep! Beep! Beep!

[Pharoahe Monch]
See the black boy over there runnin scared
His old man runs numbers summers
Come in and he'll feel dumb if his son
doesn't have a new pair of sneakers
So he combinates people's numbers in sequence
when play straight, but not in the leaders

[Organized Konfusion]
Hip-Hop pumps inside of Jeeps and cars
It's daytime but we still peep stars
Parties every night, we gotta move, we gotta go
We gotta step, let's, jet!

We gotta get away, we gotta do it now
We gotta walk into the sun! Ha hah
We gotta get away, we gotta do it now
We gotta walk into the sun!
We gotta get away, we gotta do it now
We gotta walk into the sun! Ha hah
We gotta get away, we gotta do it now
We gotta walk.. in..to.. the.. sun..

[Pharoahe Monch]
Love and hate, black and white
Right or wrong, who is right?
Some smoke joints to anoint their brain
to the vanishing point, so they won't go insane

[Prince Poetry]
Mother may I? Yes you may
Take some giant steps, to go out, and play
I got next, sorry Duke, I got my five
You better call next, and step to the side

[Pharoahe Monch]
There's no specific topic of speech in this rhyme
I just want to go on a ride
on a kaleidoscopic tree, visually..

[Prince Poetry]
..individually, we go our separate ways
to get our haircuts and mustaches trimmed
Rockin a t-shirt, shorts with thick socks
with my boots that I nickname Tim-ber
Here comes dayfall
I can remember when we used to chill and hang
with Paul, Sea..

[Organized Konfusion]
We gotta get away, we gotta do it now
We gotta walk into the sun! Ha hah
We gotta get away, we gotta do it now
We gotta walk.. in..to.. the.. sun..

Sittin on a stoop, while the Johnny-pump shoots
water while we eat fruits
The radio pumps, rockin to L.O.N.S. and yes
the girls display flesh by the way they dress

[Prince Poetry]
The Ave surprises, the fulfilling collage
of scratches that strike like sticky matches
Attacking techniques with combinating
Constantly motivating highly elevating the light steps

[Pharoahe Monch]
When the air gets thick and you can feel the tension
I bypass Howard, and detour Benson
Cause I don't really feel like fencing today
So I chill in my own dimension and listen to the sax blow..
.. flow, abstract the sax always seems to relax you
But at the same time, it attacks you
In this particular era of darkness
Bust a rhyme that might enlighten the mind and spark this
trail to follow the light that's guiding you from
the evil that you walk into the sun
From what I see it's an addiction
I'll explain to the brain about pain affliction
Grab my hand, hold it tightly
Close your eyes and maybe you might see what I see
Yo, what I said simplistic
But what I see's not materialistic

[Prince Poetry]
My hayfever is actin up, so I took a couple of antihistamines
WHEW! I got struck with relief
Now patiently, I wait for the summer
Cause the spring brings pollen and that can be a bummer
A terrific brother was havin a specific get-together by the beach
Rolling Rock's, plus Peach Schnapps, served on the rocks
The Organisms play the boardwalk, pullin numbers from Pros' Peak
The scenario, where we go pumpin the Alpine stereo
Hop along the turnpike on our way to the merry-go-
-round up the herbs at six flags; we're on a mission
Hittin the streets of New York in zig-zags
Walkin to the park, hark, the herald, named Erald
who creates with charts
Central Park swarms with intellectual dialects
With the potential, of the city's best emergency medical techs
So I dip dip dive
Listen to the musicians in the park play live
The Funky Drummer was drummin even though he was a bum
Some couldn't comprehend, the vibe that blended
With the sum, there were some, who wasn't dumb
I supported with the hum, dropped five bucks, cause he was the one
Yo, I gave a clap, I gave a wink, I gave a shout
I gotta meet the Monch, STRIKE THREE, and I was out!

[Prince Poetry]
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
And I thought it would have been nice to buy papa dukes some shoes
Niggas try to get over, pressure on my shoulders
Dropped the fat LP in '91 of October
Now that I'm older and my man pops is gone
My focus is stronger, mom pick up your head, gotta move on
Do you remember Mr. J used to say the beats was fat
But when it comes to business, nigga don't play
I look beyond all this stress to seek fate
Mad homicides, unemployment rates sky high
Shorty busting caps, cops caught him out there
Daytime drama and his mama didn't care
That's why I should be rapping and packing pistols on the bully
But niggas be stressing me and I ain't paid in fully
So I'm dropping something fatter, not for props
We're respecting the matter, hops
I'm fat, check my stats, Prince drops data for me and my man Pops
Rolls-Royce and myself are always getting mad harassed by the cops
So now I'm in the chop shop creating masterpieces
So it don't matter money what my funny label releases
Thanks to the streets and my peeps that made me
And the la-la-lee, la-la-lee

We gotta maintain (Repeat 8x)

[Pharoahe Monch]
Now it's been saaaaaaaaaaid, a grown man ain't supposed to cry
So whyyyyyy, are there tears inside my eyes?
I wake up in the morning, get some new problem
I just can't solve 'em
Yo, extreme kid, I'm telling you man, I'm on the brink of ???
Who's that man in the mirror? Ha!
The picture's getting clearer and clearer, ha!
The end is coming nearer and nearer, ha!
Take a good look at what you fear, ha!
Time marches on and it's a new song
It's a new morning, it's a new dawn
Feet don't fail me now, I got to make it to the studio someway somehow
But I need a little bit of nourishment first
I stop at the store to quench my thirst
Why are they watching me buy my juice?
Why must they clock my buy my juice?
Just give me my change and please put my change in my hand
Man would you listen to me if I didn't have a tan?
All you have to do is show some decency
But you want to bring out the beast in me
Papa always told me...be all you can be
And maintain, gotta maintain

(Ad-libs to end)

[Poetry] Yo, yo, yo, yo Pharoahe
[Monch] Right, right
[Poetry] Brother why don't you explain
How did hip-hop get caught up in this ill rap game?

[Pharoahe Monch]
Yo, I got a question - in hip-hop, who they followin? (Uhh)
The niggaz with skills or them niggaz who be hollerin?

[Prince Poetry]
Them niggaz that be hollerin is substitute, modelin
niggaz with skills always and forever keeps a followin

[both] Swallowin pride
[Monch] Never we be imperialistic
[both] Who rips shit, without bein materialistic
[Monch] Statistics show
[Poet] Ask miss she know
[Apani] Just cause the niggaz got dough don't mean they got that flow
[Monch] Riiiight
[both] Just cause them niggaz got dough don't mean they got that flow

[Prince Poetry]
What?! Nigga you can consider it the bomb if I spit on it, get on it
Ride for a little bit, feel how your inner get
From internet, intellect, vibes that I'm sendin it
Now your soul bubblin brown sugar so you'll remember it
Legitimate, imminent, crash course for illiterate
From August to September, Prince is heavenly given it
From center split, train of thoughts that's mad booty
Cause you twisted and rudey don't mean everything's
GROOVY when you hear it, the world's gonna feel it before I say it
Now some pop some shit, but the labels get the big G's from sales
(Whooo!) Nobody sayin shit it just smells
Here's some Southside Saturday love like Shamelle's
My syndicate is tight, quite right for these times
Contradictin all the hype, the berry-more-black shines
ALL MINE, fine wines to dine rhymes
for forty projects, keepin it Naughty like Treach

[Monch] Ahhhhhhhh YO PRINCE
[Poetry] Yes sir
[Monch] My brother why don't you explain
How did hip-hop get caught up in this ill rap game?

[Prince Poetry]
Yo, I got a question - in hip-hop, who they followin? (Right)
The niggaz with skills or them niggaz who be hollerin?

[Pharoahe Monch]
Them niggaz that be hollerin be substitute, modelin
The niggaz with the skills forever keeps a followin

[both] Swallowin pride
[Poet] Never we be imperialistic
[both] Who rips shit, without bein materialistic
[Poet] Statistics show
[Monch] Ask Duke, he knows
[Duke] Cause them niggaz got dough don't mean they got that flow
[Poet] Hahhhh
[both] Cause them niggaz got dough don't mean they got that flow

[Pharoahe Monch]
Pleeease man
I done burned some of the most fattest MC's like chromium percolinate
It's not even tangible for them to understand the holy weight
It takes soul to make a crowd animated
Prince stated, hey wait 'til we get off that label
and I waited twelve months (twelve months) for the perfect opportunity
To thump (thump) bump (bump) somethin loved by my community (c'mon)
I'm movin on all you punk Bambino bastards
Your style's depleted like muscles without amino acids
I blast kids with mass times matter
Forever clingin to endeavors defined, clever words
thus waiting never, frustrating verbs to rip
My rap ratings erradicate (erradicate shit)
For me to take rhythms and mate 'em with rhymes in mating season
Creating shit never before made it
I'm makin hybrids, created potent enough to open eyelids
and leave pupils dilated, stress is alleviated
Now it's easier, plus economically feasible
for me to leave rap listeners queasy and inebriated
We made it we came, dedicated we rated supreme
Even with or without the cream

[Poetry] Yo, yo Pharoahe
[Monch] Yes sit
[Poetry] Brother why don't you explain
How did hip-hop get caught up in this ill rap game?

[Pharoahe Monch]
Nahhh I got a question - in hip-hop, who they followin? (Uhh)
The niggaz with skills or them niggaz who be hollerin?

[Prince Poetry]
The niggaz that be hollerin is substitute, modelin
Niggaz with skills always and forever keeps a followin

[both] Swallowin pride
[Monch] Never we be imperialistic
[both] Who rips shit, without bein materialistic
[Monch] Statistics show
[Poet] Ask miss she know
[Apani] Just cause them niggaz got dough don't mean they got that flow
[both] That's right
[both] Just cause them niggaz got dough don't mean they got that flow

Don't forget to do that thing for your mother Roosevelt!
Yeah yeah yeah, alright, alright

[Prince Poetry]
Running upon the jagged edge, FUCK, THE ROUGH LIFE
when you have to gain much respect
As an individual keepin negativity minimum
requires havin courage respect him his intellect
so you gotta be on THAT specific type of SET
Like Roosevelt, especially when your cards are dealt
You see me, frankly, I don't give a hoot
about the blanks you shoot out of your mental bank see
I like Roosevelt, cause he ain't booty
Moody maybe, baby you're mad cause he smashed up your cutie
Playin the courts, takin the loss, to wherever
some clever college edu-ma-cated individual
With financial status JUST to mess what the BANK stated
Girls love it, and you can't look above it you hate it
Peeped his method, you laid, you waited
You never ever contemplated if I pull a automatic
will I leave the artillery out or just flight
Check in the night, you're out to snipe, my man
you can't stand upon sight of him
Out to fatally ignite him
Roosevelt felt staticky, he knew things were shady
Grady had, Bradley's uzi, but he always packed a clip or two
belongin to a nickel-plated .380
Givin off the impression of a clever nerd
Never was a suspect when a homicide occurred, in the suburbs
He was referred, to as a respectable intellectual
Highly acceptable rebel from the ghetto on the level
of an intelligent rapper, create him just like Giupetto
The aggresive type, and he's not your puppet
Stickin quickin enough to pull a skeezer with repetition
after takin aim and buckin and blowin the smoke away
then tuckin and jettin home, hopin that no stunts are stuck in it
He needs sleep, for eight o'clock class
so as fast as he crash, he might last
for six hours of bed passed, cause Roosevelt's a scholar
Ivy league material, cully-head kid with BRAINPOWER
Six foot two, and we wear the same size shoe
He drinks brew, and he runs with my crew, my herd
on a continuous basis, in the same, places
Rollin out five deep, but it's only four faces
So I don't, give a two, drip-drops about, what those have felt
And if I die (and if he die) and if I die (and if he DIEEEEEEEE)
And if I die it's because of my man Roosevelt

Roosevelt, Roosevelt, Roosevelt, Roosevelt Franklin
Roosevelt, Roosevelt, Roosevelt Franklin, Roosevelt Franklin
Roosevelt, Roosevelt, Roosevelt, Roosevelt Franklin
Roosevelt, Roosevelt, Roosevelt Franklin, Roosevelt Franklin

[Pharoahe Monch]
Ooooooooooooh I'm so confuuuuuuuuused.. DAMN, IT HURTS!
People persist to treat me like dirt
I don't sleep at night, time cause dimes I DON'T DROP
I sling and clockers cease
Commanders in Chiefs when I pop rocks
Dig deep within, you might recognize me
I'm the one with the bloodshot eyes
Hot rays of sun, beat down upon my face as if I'll melt bacon
Why the hell my mother named me Roosevelt Franklin?
I .. don't .. know, so I strive to gain
only the Lord knows my eyes have seen the pain
Tears comin down my cheeks like rain
I was abused, they stripped the mind for amusement
Now I walk the path of ORGANIZED KONFUSION
But it's only a temporary formality
Cause my man Scott turns illusion into reality
A loaf of bread (a loaf of bread), a stick of butter
Somebody's mother lies, dead in the gutter
So I move QUICK FAST, to get past quickly
Swiftly, at last, cops can't get WITH ME
Can't hit me, nah never I'm TOO NIFTY, people SHITTIN ME
Products in the projects so I pump FIFTIES
in soda cans so dogs won't SNIFF ME
I'm takin the proper precautions (yeah)
Cause once my mother told me she was gonna get an abortion
I can't keep track.. of the fluctuation.. of time
Hallucinogenics keep, abusin my mind
Gotta pick up, gotta pick up, gotta pick up, gotta pick up
more product, gotta move, gotta go I can't get stuck; not here
Not if I want to become Roosevelt Franklin the employee of the year
I wear baseball caps over my eyes so you can't make out
me at night when I'm standin on the corner eatin Chinese takeout
.. damn I almost forgot, yo yo I have to break out

Yo don't forget your moms told you to get that stuff
A loaf of bread, a stick of butter, container of milk
A loaf of bread (a loaf of bread) a stick of butter
(stick of butter), umm.. container of milk (container of milk)

Chorus: (repeat x2)
Somehow, Someway
We be comin up wit funky fly shit
Like Every single day

[Prince Poetry]
Check it
Intelligent wordz, iz colaz
Inside of this rap visual, liquid dye
Focus, clistion unlike baptism
I bless souls through the worldz second religion
From the left With angles to enlarge the prizm
Prince Po, I, out of the south-side slums
Claimin spots around all these hypo-critical tongues
Repeatin tha same topic, misleadin the sea topic
Wit 2 yearz outta da picture
I still rock it and rock well
A level that my stiggy gets you gel (what)
I strickly international ghetoo, clientel
Freaky like James Bond, wit infra-red views inject propellin
Was a 7, my steps, and wit da few
I make power jewels, drop jewelz, wit da crewz
Inside a, outta da eyez of god can't lose
batter and bruise crewz
and let the heat spark, the feuls
Got ya boyz cryin while you're stretched out in front of da church fews
Foolz hit da dance floor, to shake shoes
Intect ya like a hip hop monsta who sucks Oooohhhs
Outta da power that I used that I used ta sock prower
Want more, I stick ya butt naked and raw

Chorus

[Pharoahe Monch]
Only inches beyond my eyez, lord hail out the soul
Of a nigga who fights the lyrical which's inside himself
Pharoahe, egar to see febal intermediate MCs
Immediately, to leaded, repeatiatly
y'all know the unpresidented without herb
every single word'll be verbally demented
Presented, so that when it desinigrates
unsentaments, are meninetated
Standin aloneit gets you tinimented
It's it bug how I bust lyrical slugs
And thugs that mug niggaz for loot and sell drugz
When the band gets struck, by thesis
I'm only rollin wit da most superior Profile, to my species, see my thesis
Release these bombz by all meanz
Yes, attack the mic rapz until itz a crack fiend
Mase the bass with aids and misplaced the vaccine
Pharoahe pullin out on the pole
To compare cause ??? wit scriptures that I wrote and know
My physical form iz like Nam and sane like Sadaam Hussein buit still calm

Chorus