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the bone\n  Leave your name and your number and a brief message at the end of the tone\n  BOOP!\n  Oooooh, and I like it\n  Cause I`m Poetry the psychic\n  Intellectual level would rather\n  nah, nah I don`t like that\n  {talking} one more time\n  Rollin lyrics, off the tip of my tongue [swing]\n  I swing [swing], I swang [swang], I swung [swung]\n  Bringin you the news like Kaity Chung\n  But I`m not a pretty oriental specimen from\n  `Hong Kong Fooey, numba one supa guy`\n  I love the women but I don`t try to see em\n  I`d rather make the money bein on the cover of E.M.\n  Get MCs mad make em flare up nostrils\n  I`m Poetry the rap fanatic I get hostile\n  Verse Two: Pharaoh Monch][\n  Pressure presssure pressure pressure pressure pressure cooker\n  I leave the party when I mass a lot of hookers\n  Slip and slide, I slid the sludge\n  [fudge] fudge [pudge] pudge, but I never hold a grudge\n  Up against the wall, I caught you with the drugs\n  [The organism`s on the jury] guess who`s the judge\n  I hit the hook HEAVY\n  Ready no chitter-chatter I figure since I`m bigger why pitter-patter\n  Props in no particular poetry persists to pertriculate ?\n  You`re just a pussy [MEOW]\n  Cat when I`m deckin you\n  Disrespectin you\n  Clever whenever I select a new dialogue\n  One plus one get it together\n  Girls don`t despair cause I`ll be your `Fair Weather Friend`\n  No I don`t have a Benz and no I don`t have an Infiniti\n  I figure the eight inches of ME, will be the remedy\n  Cause when I pull up to the bumper\n  Cause I`ll be down to thump a girl like Heather Hunter\n  I tell you now you never hated\n  The triple X when it comes to sex is what I`m rated\n  I tell you know that I can give good love\n  Yes I`m the one you should love\n  So don`t try to diss fudge pudge\n  `Cause it`s al-right, with, me`\n  Kick slick rhymes out of a mouth\n  Tricky in a joust, plus I`m down with Mickey Mouse\n  C`mon everyone, lets flow to the rhy\n"},{"id":29358664,"name":"Fudge pudge","trackName":"Fudge pudge","artistName":"Organized Konfusion","albumName":"Fudge pudge 12\"","duration":325.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Here we go again with the funkyPeople approach me knowin' I'm the Prince Po E T R\nY, yes, and I'm the first batter\nThe Pharoahe usually go first, but it don't matter\n(Nah it don't matter)\n\nFunky slices of beats like this comes once in a blue\nBut it's not hard for me to chew\nSo kick off your shoes and don't forget your socks\nI wash and wash them emcees like Clorox\n\nSkills I have, good and plenty\nIf you want dope lyrics, but still gimmicks gimme\nBeats, equivalent to just something that I can\nFlow, flow, flow, flow, float on\n\nIt's gettin' breezy so kiddies'll keep ya coat on\nWhen I proceed to light the party\nIn the summer, somethin' like a Mardi Gras\nBikinis, panties, bras\n\nJuicin' 'em and I'm suckin' the girls up like straws\nOops, upside ya dome, I don't answer the phone\nWhen I'm home not alone on the bone\nLeave your name and your number\n\nAnd a brief message at the end of the tone, boop\nOoh, and I like it 'cause I'm Poetry, the psychic\nIntellectual level would rather, nah, nah, I don't like that\nYo, scratch that one more time\n(You can do better than that)\n\nRollin' lyrics off the tip of my tongue, swing\nI swing, swing, I swang, swang, I swung, swung\nBringin' you the news like Kaity Chung\nBut I'm not a pretty oriental specimen from 'Hong Kong Fooey'\n\nNumba one supa guy, I love the women but I don't try to see 'em\nI'd rather make the money bein' on the cover of E.M.\nGet emcees mad, make them flare up nostrils\nI'm Poetry, the rap fanatic, I get hostile\n\nYeah, can I, can I get a beat?\n(Hostile, hostile, hostile)\nYo, Pharoahe's up next, yo, yo Monch\nKick it, Monch\n\nPressure, pressure, pressure, pressure, pressure, pressure cooker\nI leave the party when I mass a lot of hookers\nSlip and slide, I sling the sludge\nFudge, fudge, pudge, pudge, but never hold a 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mouth\n\nTricky in a joust, plus I'm down with Mickey Mouse\nC'mon, everyone, lets flow to the rhythm of my tongue\nTo the rhythm of a drum, emcees wanna battle\nBut they can't get with the capital M O N C H on the mic\n\nI get swifter than the rest of them, maybe even the best\nScorin' one, oh, one on a poetical test\nSo O.C. if you know who you are\nGet on the mic become a superstar\n\nThe form I signify is cultivated, why spread it\nMany, many lyrics memorized, inbedded\nIn my think, tank sharp as a shank knife\nI strike the mic just as quick as a snake bite\n\nSuck out the poison, yeah, go 'head, try it\nSkills of an assassin', watch as I'll fly\nThorough, doesn't matter the borough, I'm swingin'\nClear to the end, keep the party people clingin'\n\nTreatin' emcees like government cheese\nShred 'em like cheddar, cut 'em up 'cause P's\nLaid out on the bed while we write to the tracks\nHe's so funny when it comes to the snaps\n\nWrite a hardcore rhyme, that's what the boy said\nI could whip up a rhyme that could slice a boar's head\nNo, that's ham and we don't digest that\nOrganism, that's when a dog ate a rat\n\nSo fee-fi-fum everybody's 'Funky Drummin' it\nWhen you hear the bassline, you'll be hummin' it\nI'm keepin' it simple 'cause I can swing many ways\nRappers get Met, 'cause Met it pays\n\nIt's a mad, mad, mad, mad world and it's best to never wild out\nGo against me and I'm quick to pull out\nThe driveway by the way, hey\nPicked up your girl 'cause she was goin' my way\n\nHand on the stick, foot on the clutch\nFlowin' over eighty miles per hour, I'll pull it on outta\nSkid marks left on the ground like tattoos\nThe rubber smells badder than the doodoo on your shoes\n\nYou stink, better think wise, is what I advise\n'Cause O.C. has skills to kill a whole tribe\nOff, awkward, spaghetti, I'll sauce it\nLyrics flow like fluid out of a faucet, yeah","syncedLyrics":"[00:09.63] Here we go again with the funkyPeople approach me knowin' I'm the Prince Po E T 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inbedded\n[03:05.24] In my think, tank sharp as a shank knife\n[03:07.94] I strike the mic just as quick as a snake bite\n[03:09.72] Suck out the poison, yeah, go 'head, try it\n[03:12.57] Skills of an assassin', watch as I'll fly\n[03:14.38] Thorough, doesn't matter the borough, I'm swingin'\n[03:17.00] Clear to the end, keep the party people clingin'\n[03:18.84] Treatin' emcees like government cheese\n[03:21.60] Shred 'em like cheddar, cut 'em up 'cause P's\n[03:23.47] Laid out on the bed while we write to the tracks\n[03:26.26] He's so funny when it comes to the snaps\n[03:28.97] Write a hardcore rhyme, that's what the boy said\n[03:30.77] I could whip up a rhyme that could slice a boar's head\n[03:32.53] No, that's ham and we don't digest that\n[03:35.40] Organism, that's when a dog ate a rat\n[03:38.13] So fee-fi-fum everybody's 'Funky Drummin' it\n[03:41.70] When you hear the bassline, you'll be hummin' it\n[03:42.62] I'm keepin' it simple 'cause I can swing many ways\n[03:44.43] 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Picked up your girl 'cause she was goin' my way\n\n  Hand on the stick, foot on the clutch\n  Flowin' over eighty miles per hour, I'll pull it on outta\n  Skid marks left on the ground like tattoos\n  The rubber smells badder than the doodoo on your shoes\n\n  You stink, better think wise, is what I advise\n  'Cause O.C. has skills to kill a whole tribe\n  Off, awkward, spaghetti, I'll sauce it\n  Lyrics flow like fluid out of a faucet, yeah\n"},{"id":34268766,"name":"Fudge Pudge","trackName":"Fudge Pudge","artistName":"Organized Konfusion feat. 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Yeah I think so\nI think so too, get it live\n\nHere we go again with the funky intro\nPeople approach me knowin' I'm the Prince Po-\nE-T-R-Y, yes, and I'm the first batter\nThe Pharoahe usually go first, but it don't matter\n(Nah, it don't matter)\nFunky slices of beats like this\nComes once in a blue, but it's not hard for me to chew\nSo kick off your shoes and don't forget your socks\nI wash and wash them emcees like Clorox\nSkills, I have good and plenty\nIf you want dope lyrics plus ill gimmicks gimme\nBeats equivalent to this, something that I can\nFloat (Float), float (Float), float on\nIt's gettin' breezy to kiddies who keep their coat on\nWhen I will proceed to light the party\nIn the summer, somethin' like a Mardi\nGras, bikinis, panties, bras\nJuicin' 'em and I'm suckin' the girls up like straws\nOops upside ya dome\nI don't answer the phone when I'm home not alone on the bone\nLeave your name and your number and a brief message\nAt the end of the tone (Boop)\nOoh, and I 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Yeah I think so\n  I think so too, get it live\n\n  Here we go again with the funky intro\n  People approach me knowin' I'm the Prince Po-\n  E-T-R-Y, yes, and I'm the first batter\n  The Pharoahe usually go first, but it don't matter\n  (Nah, it don't matter)\n  Funky slices of beats like this\n  Comes once in a blue, but it's not hard for me to chew\n  So kick off your shoes and don't forget your socks\n  I wash and wash them emcees like Clorox\n  Skills, I have good and plenty\n  If you want dope lyrics plus ill gimmicks gimme\n  Beats equivalent to this, something that I can\n  Float (Float), float (Float), float on\n  It's gettin' breezy to kiddies who keep their coat on\n  When I will proceed to light the party\n  In the summer, somethin' like a Mardi\n  Gras, bikinis, panties, bras\n  Juicin' 'em and I'm suckin' the girls up like straws\n  Oops upside ya dome\n  I don't answer the phone when I'm home not alone on the bone\n  Leave your name and your number and a brief message\n  At the end of the tone (Boop)\n  Ooh, and I like it\n  'Cause I'm Poetry the psychic\n  Intellectual lovable brother— nah, nah I don't like that\n  Yo, scratch that, yo (You can do better than that), one more time\n  Rollin' lyrics off the tip of my tongue (Swing)\n  I swing (Swing), I swang (Swang), I swung (Swung)\n  Bringin' you the news like Kaity Tong\n  But I'm not a pretty oriental specimen from\n  Hong Kong Phooey, number one super guy\n  I love the women, but I don't try to see 'em\n  I'd rather make the money bein' on the cover of EM\n  Get emcees mad, make them flare up nostrils\n  I'm Poetry the rap fanatic, I get hostile\n\n  Yeah (Hostile, hostile, hostile)\n  Can I, can I get a beat?\n  Yo, Pharoahe's up next, yo, yo Monch\n  Kick it, Monch\n\n  Pressure, pressure, pressure, pressure, pressure, pressure cooker\n  I leave the party with a mass amount of hookers\n  Slip and slide, I sling the sludge\n  (Fudge) fudge (Pudge) pudge\n  Will never hold a grudge\n  Up against the wall\n  I caught you with the drugs (The organisms are the jury)\n  Guess who's the judge?\n  (You) I hit the hook heavy\n  Ready no chitter-chatter\n  I figure since I'm bigger why pitter-patter\n  Prouncin' on particular poets who\n  Persist to portray professional punks\n  You're just a pussy (Meow)\n  Cat when I'm deckin' you\n  Disrespectin' you, clever whenever I select\n  A new dialogue, one plus one\n  Get it together, girls don't despair 'cause I'll be your\n  Fair weather friend, friend\n  No, I don't have a Benz and no I don't have an Infiniti\n  I figure the eight inches of meat will be the remedy\n  When I pull up to your bumper\n  'Cause I'll be down to thump a girl like Heather Hunter\n  I tell you now, you'll never hate it (Hate it)\n  The triple X when it comes to sex is what I'm rated\n  I tell you now that I can give good love\n  Yes, I'm the one you should love (Tell us about it)\n  So don't try to diss Fudge Pudge\n  'Cause it's alright with me\n  Kick slick rhymes out of the mouth\n  Tricky in a joust, plus I'm down with Mickey Mouse\n  C'mon everyone, let's flow to the rhythm of my tongue\n  To the rhythm of a drum\n  Emcees wanna battle, but they can't get with the\n  Capital M-O-N-C-H on the mic I get swifter\n  Than the rest of them maybe even the best\n  Scoring 101 in a poetical test\n  So O.C., if you know who you are\n  Get on the mic, become a superstar\n\n  The form I signify is cultivated, why spread it?\n  Many many lyrics memorized embedded\n  In my think tank, sharp as a shank knife\n  I strike the mic just as quick as a snake bite\n  Suck out the poison, yeah go 'head, try it\n  Skills of an assassin, watch as I'll fly\n  Thorough, doesn't matter the borough I'm swingin'\n  Clear to the end keepin' the party people clingin'\n  Treatin' emcees like government cheese\n  Shred 'em like cheddar, cut 'em up 'cause P's\n  Laid out on the bed while we write to the tracks\n  He's so funny when it comes to the snaps\n  Write a hardcore rhyme, that's what the boy said\n  I could whip up a rhyme that could slice a boar's head\n  No, that's ham, and we don't digest that\n  Organism that's made of dog and a rat\n  So fee-fi-fum, everybody's funky drummin' it\n  When you hear the bassline, you'll be hummin' it\n  I'm keepin' it simple, cause I can swing many ways\n  Rappers get met, 'cause MET it pays\n  It's a mad, mad world and it's best to never wild out\n  Go against me and I'm quick to pull out\n  The driveway, by the way, hey\n  Picked up your girl 'cause she was goin' my way\n  Hand on the stick, foot on the clutch\n  Flowin' over eighty miles per hour, I'll pull it on outta (O.C.)\n  Skid marks left on the ground like tattoos\n  The rubber smell badder than the doodoo on your shoes\n  You stink, better think wise is what I advise\n  'Cause O.C. has skills to kill a whole tribe\n  Off, awkward, spaghetti, I'll sauce it\n  Lyrics flow like fluid out of a faucet\n\n  Yeah, here we go (Woo)\n  Here we go, here we go\n  Pump it up (Hollywood BASIC's in full effect)\n  Check this out, check this out, look\n  To the organisms, to the organisms\n  To the organisms, to the organisms\n  Pharoahe Monchichi to the organisms\n  Prince Poetry to the organisms\n  Extreme to the organisms\n  To the organisms, to the organisms\n  To the organisms, to the organisms\n  South side to the organisms\n  Georgia to the organisms\n  Paul C to the organisms\n  To the organisms, to the organisms\n  Cali to the organisms\n  Texas to the organisms\n  Washington to the organisms\n  Idaho to the organisms\n  Brooklyn to the organisms\n  Princess Di to the organisms\n  South side to the organisms\n  Ow, to the organisms\n  Paul C to the organisms\n  Paul C to the organisms\n  Paul C to the organisms\n  Let the beat ride (And Anton)\n  Ayy, let the beat ride\n  Gettin' funky, uh\n"},{"id":24184060,"name":"Fudge Pudge","trackName":"Fudge Pudge","artistName":"Organized Konfusion","albumName":"MF Doom Blends Mixed by DJ Foo","duration":234.971429,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"[Verse One: Prince Poetry]\nHere we go again with the funky intro\nPeople approach me knowin I`m the Prince Po\ne-t, are-why, and I`m the first batter\nThe Pharaoh usually go first, but it don`t matter\nFunky slices of beats like this\nComes once in a blue, but it`s not hard for me to chew\nSo kick off your shoes and don`t forget your socks\nI wash and wash them emcess like Clorox\nSkills I have, good and plenty\nIf you want dope lyrics but still gimmicks gimme\nBeats, equivalent to just something that I can\nFlow [flow] flow [flow] FLOAT ONnnnnn\nIt`s gettin heavy so heavy and keep ya coat on\nWhen I, proceed to, light the party\nIn the summer, somethin like a Mardi, Gras\nBikinis, panties, bras\nJuicin em and I`m suckin the girls up like straws\nOOPS upside ya dome\nI don`t answer the phone when I`m home not alone\non the bone\nLeave your name and your number and a brief message at the end of the tone\nBOOP!\nOooooh, and I like it\nCause I`m Poetry the psychic\nIntellectual level would rather\nnah, nah I don`t like that\n{talking} one more time\nRollin lyrics, off the tip of my tongue [swing]\nI swing [swing], I swang [swang], I swung [swung]\nBringin you the news like Kaity Chung\nBut I`m not a pretty oriental specimen from\n`Hong Kong Fooey, numba one supa guy`\nI love the women but I don`t try to see em\nI`d rather make the money bein on the cover of E.M.\nGet MCs mad make em flare up nostrils\nI`m Poetry the rap fanatic I get hostile\nVerse Two: Pharaoh Monch][\nPressure presssure pressure pressure pressure pressure cooker\nI leave the party when I mass a lot of hookers\nSlip and slide, I slid the sludge\n[fudge] fudge [pudge] pudge, but I never hold a grudge\nUp against the wall, I caught you with the drugs\n[The organism`s on the jury] guess who`s the judge\nI hit the hook HEAVY\nReady no chitter-chatter I figure since I`m bigger why pitter-patter\nProps in no particular poetry persists to pertriculate ?\nYou`re just a pussy [MEOW]\nCat when I`m deckin you\nDisrespectin you\nClever whenever I select a new dialogue\nOne plus one get it together\nGirls don`t despair cause I`ll be your `Fair Weather Friend`\nNo I don`t have a Benz and no I don`t have an Infiniti\nI figure the eight inches of ME, will be the remedy\nCause when I pull up to the bumper\nCause I`ll be down to thump a girl like Heather Hunter\nI tell you now you never hated\nThe triple X when it comes to sex is what I`m rated\nI tell you know that I can give good love\nYes I`m the one you should love\nSo don`t try to diss fudge pudge\n`Cause it`s al-right, with, me`\nKick slick rhymes out of a mouth\nTricky in a joust, plus I`m down with Mickey Mouse\nC`mon everyone, lets flow to the rhy","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Fudge Pudge\n  artist: Organized Konfusion\n  album: MF Doom Blends Mixed by DJ Foo\n  duration_ms: 234971\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  [Verse One: Prince Poetry]\n  Here we go again with the funky intro\n  People approach me knowin I`m the Prince Po\n  e-t, are-why, and I`m the first batter\n  The Pharaoh usually go first, but it don`t matter\n  Funky slices of beats like this\n  Comes once in a blue, but it`s not hard for me to chew\n  So kick off your shoes and don`t forget your socks\n  I wash and wash them emcess like Clorox\n  Skills I have, good and plenty\n  If you want dope lyrics but still gimmicks gimme\n  Beats, equivalent to just something that I can\n  Flow [flow] flow [flow] FLOAT ONnnnnn\n  It`s gettin heavy so heavy and keep ya coat on\n  When I, proceed to, light the party\n  In the summer, somethin like a Mardi, Gras\n  Bikinis, panties, bras\n  Juicin em and I`m suckin the girls up like straws\n  OOPS upside ya dome\n  I don`t answer the phone when I`m home not alone\n  on the bone\n  Leave your name and your number and a brief message at the end of the tone\n  BOOP!\n  Oooooh, and I like it\n  Cause I`m Poetry the psychic\n  Intellectual level would rather\n  nah, nah I don`t like that\n  {talking} one more time\n  Rollin lyrics, off the tip of my tongue [swing]\n  I swing [swing], I swang [swang], I swung [swung]\n  Bringin you the news like Kaity Chung\n  But I`m not a pretty oriental specimen from\n  `Hong Kong Fooey, numba one supa guy`\n  I love the women but I don`t try to see em\n  I`d rather make the money bein on the cover of E.M.\n  Get MCs mad make em flare up nostrils\n  I`m Poetry the rap fanatic I get hostile\n  Verse Two: Pharaoh Monch][\n  Pressure presssure pressure pressure pressure pressure cooker\n  I leave the party when I mass a lot of hookers\n  Slip and slide, I slid the sludge\n  [fudge] fudge [pudge] pudge, but I never hold a grudge\n  Up against the wall, I caught you with the drugs\n  [The organism`s on the jury] guess who`s the judge\n  I hit the hook HEAVY\n  Ready no chitter-chatter I figure since I`m bigger why pitter-patter\n  Props in no particular poetry persists to pertriculate ?\n  You`re just a pussy [MEOW]\n  Cat when I`m deckin you\n  Disrespectin you\n  Clever whenever I select a new dialogue\n  One plus one get it together\n  Girls don`t despair cause I`ll be your `Fair Weather Friend`\n  No I don`t have a Benz and no I don`t have an Infiniti\n  I figure the eight inches of ME, will be the remedy\n  Cause when I pull up to the bumper\n  Cause I`ll be down to thump a girl like Heather Hunter\n  I tell you now you never hated\n  The triple X when it comes to sex is what I`m rated\n  I tell you know that I can give good love\n  Yes I`m the one you should love\n  So don`t try to diss fudge pudge\n  `Cause it`s al-right, with, me`\n  Kick slick rhymes out of a mouth\n  Tricky in a joust, plus I`m down with Mickey Mouse\n  C`mon everyone, lets flow to the rhy\n"},{"id":28996839,"name":"Fudge Pudge","trackName":"Fudge Pudge","artistName":"Organized Konfusion","albumName":"Rap & Hip Hop Movement","duration":273.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Here we go again with the funkyPeople approach me knowin' I'm the Prince Po E T R\nY, yes, and I'm the first batter\nThe Pharoahe usually go first, but it don't matter\n(Nah it don't matter)\n\nFunky slices of beats like this comes once in a blue\nBut it's not hard for me to chew\nSo kick off your shoes and don't forget your socks\nI wash and wash them emcees like Clorox\n\nSkills I have, good and plenty\nIf you want dope lyrics, but still gimmicks gimme\nBeats, equivalent to just something that I can\nFlow, flow, flow, flow, float on\n\nIt's gettin' breezy so kiddies'll keep ya coat on\nWhen I proceed to light the party\nIn the summer, somethin' like a Mardi Gras\nBikinis, panties, bras\n\nJuicin' 'em and I'm suckin' the girls up like straws\nOops, upside ya dome, I don't answer the phone\nWhen I'm home not alone on the bone\nLeave your name and your number\n\nAnd a brief message at the end of the tone, boop\nOoh, and I like it 'cause I'm Poetry, the psychic\nIntellectual level would rather, nah, nah, I don't like that\nYo, scratch that one more time\n(You can do better than that)\n\nRollin' lyrics off the tip of my tongue, swing\nI swing, swing, I swang, swang, I swung, swung\nBringin' you the news like Kaity Chung\nBut I'm not a pretty oriental specimen from 'Hong Kong Fooey'\n\nNumba one supa guy, I love the women but I don't try to see 'em\nI'd rather make the money bein' on the cover of E.M.\nGet emcees mad, make them flare up nostrils\nI'm Poetry, the rap fanatic, I get hostile\n\nYeah, can I, can I get a beat?\n(Hostile, hostile, hostile)\nYo, Pharoahe's up next, yo, yo Monch\nKick it, Monch\n\nPressure, pressure, pressure, pressure, pressure, pressure cooker\nI leave the party when I mass a lot of hookers\nSlip and slide, I sling the sludge\nFudge, fudge, pudge, pudge, but never hold a grudge\n\nUp against the wall, I caught you with the drugs\nThe organism's on the jury, guess who's the judge\nI hit the hook heavy, ready no chitter-chatter\nI figure since I'm bigger, why pitter-patter\n\nProuncin' on particular poets who persist to portray professional punks\nYou're just a pussy, meow, cat when I'm deckin' you\nDisrespectin' you, clever whenever I select a new dialogue\nOne plus one, get it together\n\nGirls don't despair 'cause I'll be your 'Fair Weather Friend', friend\nNo, I don't have a Benz and no, I don't have an Infiniti\nI figure the eight inches of meat, will be the remedy\nWhen I pull up to the bumper\n\n'Cause I'll be down to thump a girl like Heather Hunter\nI tell you now you never hated\n(Hated)\nThe triple X when it comes to sex is what I'm rated\nI tell you, know that I can give good love\n\nYes, I'm the one you should love\n(Tell us about it)\nSo don't try to diss 'Fudge Pudge'\n'Cause it's alright with me\nKick, slick rhymes out of a mouth\n\nTricky in a joust, plus I'm down with Mickey Mouse\nC'mon, everyone, lets flow to the rhythm of my tongue\nTo the rhythm of a drum, emcees wanna battle\nBut they can't get with the capital M O N C H on the mic\n\nI get swifter than the rest of them, maybe even the best\nScorin' one, oh, one on a poetical test\nSo O.C. if you know who you are\nGet on the mic become a superstar\n\nThe form I signify is cultivated, why spread it\nMany, many lyrics memorized, inbedded\nIn my think, tank sharp as a shank knife\nI strike the mic just as quick as a snake bite\n\nSuck out the poison, yeah, go 'head, try it\nSkills of an assassin', watch as I'll fly\nThorough, doesn't matter the borough, I'm swingin'\nClear to the end, keep the party people clingin'\n\nTreatin' emcees like government cheese\nShred 'em like cheddar, cut 'em up 'cause P's\nLaid out on the bed while we write to the tracks\nHe's so funny when it comes to the snaps\n\nWrite a hardcore rhyme, that's what the boy said\nI could whip up a rhyme that could slice a boar's head\nNo, that's ham and we don't digest that\nOrganism, that's when a dog ate a rat\n\nSo fee-fi-fum everybody's 'Funky Drummin' it\nWhen you hear the bassline, you'll be hummin' it\nI'm keepin' it simple 'cause I can swing many ways\nRappers get Met, 'cause Met it pays\n\nIt's a mad, mad, mad, mad world and it's best to never wild out\nGo against me and I'm quick to pull out\nThe driveway by the way, hey\nPicked up your girl 'cause she was goin' my way\n\nHand on the stick, foot on the clutch\nFlowin' over eighty miles per hour, I'll pull it on outta\nSkid marks left on the ground like tattoos\nThe rubber smells badder than the doodoo on your shoes\n\nYou stink, better think wise, is what I advise\n'Cause O.C. has skills to kill a whole tribe\nOff, awkward, spaghetti, I'll sauce it\nLyrics flow like fluid out of a faucet, yeah","syncedLyrics":"[00:09.63] Here we go again with the funkyPeople approach me knowin' I'm the Prince Po E T R\n[00:13.22] Y, yes, and I'm the first batter\n[00:16.11] The Pharoahe usually go first, but it don't matter\n[00:17.99] (Nah it don't matter)\n[00:18.81] Funky slices of beats like this comes once in a blue\n[00:21.53] But it's not hard for me to chew\n[00:22.47] So kick off your shoes and don't forget your socks\n[00:25.15] I wash and wash them emcees like Clorox\n[00:27.82] Skills I have, good and plenty\n[00:29.62] If you want dope lyrics, but still gimmicks gimme\n[00:32.38] Beats, equivalent to just something that I can\n[00:34.19] Flow, flow, flow, flow, float on\n[00:37.00] It's gettin' breezy so kiddies'll keep ya coat on\n[00:38.83] When I proceed to light the party\n[00:41.66] In the summer, somethin' like a Mardi Gras\n[00:44.36] Bikinis, panties, bras\n[00:46.19] Juicin' 'em and I'm suckin' the girls up like straws\n[00:47.92] Oops, upside ya dome, I don't answer the phone\n[00:51.78] When I'm home not alone on the bone\n[00:53.58] Leave your name and your number\n[00:55.36] And a brief message at the end of the tone, boop\n[00:58.03] Ooh, and I like it 'cause I'm Poetry, the psychic\n[01:02.53] Intellectual level would rather, nah, nah, I don't like that\n[01:05.24] Yo, scratch that one more time\n[01:07.07] (You can do better than that)\n[01:07.96] Rollin' lyrics off the tip of my tongue, swing\n[01:09.79] I swing, swing, I swang, swang, I swung, swung\n[01:12.48] Bringin' you the news like Kaity Chung\n[01:13.33] But I'm not a pretty oriental specimen from 'Hong Kong Fooey'\n[01:18.86] Numba one supa guy, I love the women but I don't try to see 'em\n[01:23.30] I'd rather make the money bein' on the cover of E.M.\n[01:25.17] Get emcees mad, make them flare up nostrils\n[01:27.98] I'm Poetry, the rap fanatic, I get hostile\n[01:30.61] Yeah, can I, can I get a beat?\n[01:36.07] (Hostile, hostile, hostile)\n[01:36.90] Yo, Pharoahe's up next, yo, yo Monch\n[01:37.85] Kick it, Monch\n[01:39.64] Pressure, pressure, pressure, pressure, pressure, pressure cooker\n[01:41.45] I leave the party when I mass a lot of hookers\n[01:44.17] Slip and slide, I sling the 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to sex is what I'm rated\n[02:27.67] I tell you, know that I can give good love\n[02:31.31] Yes, I'm the one you should love\n[02:32.29] (Tell us about it)\n[02:33.23] So don't try to diss 'Fudge Pudge'\n[02:35.12] 'Cause it's alright with me\n[02:36.97] Kick, slick rhymes out of a mouth\n[02:38.72] Tricky in a joust, plus I'm down with Mickey Mouse\n[02:41.53] C'mon, everyone, lets flow to the rhythm of my tongue\n[02:45.24] To the rhythm of a drum, emcees wanna battle\n[02:47.93] But they can't get with the capital M O N C H on the mic\n[02:50.69] I get swifter than the rest of them, maybe even the best\n[02:53.39] Scorin' one, oh, one on a poetical test\n[02:56.09] So O.C. if you know who you are\n[02:57.86] Get on the mic become a superstar\n[03:00.66] The form I signify is cultivated, why spread it\n[03:02.43] Many, many lyrics memorized, inbedded\n[03:05.24] In my think, tank sharp as a shank knife\n[03:07.94] I strike the mic just as quick as a snake bite\n[03:09.72] Suck out 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leaders\n\n[Organized konfusion]\nHip-hop pumps inside of jeeps and cars\nIt's daytime but we still peep stars\nParties every night, we gotta move, we gotta go\nWe gotta step, let's, jet!\n\nWe gotta get away, we gotta do it now\nWe gotta walk into the sun! ha hah\nWe gotta get away, we gotta do it now\nWe gotta walk into the sun!\nWe gotta get away, we gotta do it now\nWe gotta walk into the sun! ha hah\nWe gotta get away, we gotta do it now\nWe gotta walk. in.to. the. sun.\n\n[Pharoahe monch]\nLove and hate, black and white\nRight or wrong, who is right?\nSome smoke joints to annoint their brain\nTo the vanishing point, so they won't go insane\n\n[Prince poetry]\nMother may i? yes you may\nTake some giant steps, to go out, and play\nI got next, sorry duke, i got my five\nYou better call next, and step to the side\n\n[Pharoahe monch]\nThere's no specific topic of speech in this rhyme\nI just wanna go on a ride\nOn a kaleidoscopic tree, visually.\n\n[Prince poetry]\n.Individually, we go our seperate ways\nTo get our haircuts and mustaches trimmed\nRockin a t-shirt, shorts with thick socks\nWith my boots that i nickname tim-ber\nHere comes dayfall\nI can remember when we used to chill and hang\n\nWith paul, sea.\n\n[Organized konfusion]\nWe gotta get away, we gotta do it now\nWe gotta walk into the sun! ha hah\nWe gotta get away, we gotta do it now\nWe gotta walk. in.to. the. sun.\n\nSittin on a stoop, while the johnny-pump shoots\nWater while we eat fruits\nThe radio pumps, rockin to l.o.n.s. and yes\nThe girls display flesh by the way they dress\n\n[Prince poetry]\nThe ave surprises, the fulfilling collage\nOf scratches that strike like sticky matches\nAttacking techniques with combinating\nConstantly motivating highly elevating the light steps\n\n[Pharoahe monch]\nWhen the air gets thick and you can feel the tension\nI bypass howard, and detour benson\nCause i don't really feel like fencing today\nSo i chill in my own dimension and listen to the sax blow.\n. Flow, abstract the sax always seems to relax you\nBut at the same time, it attacks you\nIn this particular era of darkness\nBust a rhyme that might enlighten the mind and spark this\nTrail to follow the light that's guiding you from\nThe evil that you walk into the sun\nFrom what i see it's an addiction\nI'll explain to the brain about pain affliction\nGrab my hand, hold it tightly\nClose your eyes and maybe you might see what i see\nYo, what i said simplistic\nBut what i see's not materialistic\n\n[Prince poetry]\nMy hayfever is actin up, so i took a couple of antihistamines\nWhew! i got struck with relief\nNow patiently, i wait for the summer\nCause the spring brings pollen and that can be a bummer\nA terrific brother was havin a specific get-together by the beach\nRolling rock's, plus peach schnapps, served on the rocks\nThe organisms play the boardwalk, pullin numbers from pros' peak\nThe scenario, where we go pumpin the alpine stereo\nHop along the turnpike on our way to the merry-go-\n-Round up the herbs at six flags; we're on a mission\nHittin the streets of new york in zig-zags\nWalkin to the park, hark, the herald, named erald\nWho creates with charts\nCentral park swarms with intellectual dialects\nWith the potential, of the city's best emergency medical techs\nSo i dip dip dive\nListen to the musicians in the park play live\nThe funky drummer was drummin even though he was a bum\nSome couldn't comprehend, the vibe that blended\nWith the sum, there were some, who wasn't dumb\nI supported with the hum, dropped five bucks, cause he was the one\nYo, i gave a clap, i gave a wink, i gave a shout\nI gotta meet the monch, strike three, and i was out!","syncedLyrics":"[00:03.14] [Prince poetry]\n[00:19.48] The sun reflects off of the waves at sea\n[00:21.24] Rain support roots that implants the tree\n[00:23.04] There's a breeze in the park kites fly high\n[00:24.89] Under the branches con vertibles fly by\n[00:27.59] The sky.\n[00:28.35] [Pharoahe monch]\n[00:29.24] .Blue fields green\n[00:30.11] Paints a picture that creates a scene\n[00:31.93] Of the destiny that controls my fate\n[00:33.76] Reflections of light creates shapes\n[00:35.55] [Prince poetry]\n[00:37.35] Inside of this particular sphere, i see kids in the street\n[00:38.20] When i pass, i go beep! beep! beep!\n[00:40.06] [Pharoahe monch]\n[00:40.90] See the black boy over there runnin scared\n[00:42.79] His old man runs numbers summers\n[00:44.56] Come in and he'll feel dumb if his son\n[00:46.38] Doesn't have a new pair of sneakers\n[00:48.17] So he combinates people's numbers in sequence\n[00:50.02] When play straight, but not in the leaders\n[00:52.72] [Organized konfusion]\n[00:53.67] Hip-hop pumps inside of jeeps and cars\n[00:55.46] It's daytime but we still peep stars\n[00:57.24] Parties every night, we gotta move, we gotta go\n[00:59.06] We gotta step, let's, jet!\n[01:00.81] We gotta get away, we gotta do it now\n[01:13.46] We gotta walk into the sun! ha hah\n[01:14.38] We gotta get away, we gotta do it now\n[01:16.16] We gotta walk into the sun!\n[01:17.96] We gotta get away, we gotta do it now\n[01:19.73] We gotta walk into the sun! ha hah\n[01:22.54] We gotta get away, we gotta do it now\n[01:24.30] We gotta walk. in.to. the. sun.\n[01:27.08] [Pharoahe monch]\n[01:27.94] Love and hate, black and white\n[01:29.79] Right or wrong, who is right?\n[01:30.63] Some smoke joints to annoint their brain\n[01:32.48] To the vanishing point, so they won't go insane\n[01:35.11] [Prince poetry]\n[01:36.06] Mother may i? yes you may\n[01:36.95] Take some giant steps, to go out, and play\n[01:39.66] I got next, sorry duke, i got my five\n[01:41.42] You better call next, and step to the side\n[01:43.25] [Pharoahe monch]\n[01:44.13] There's no specific topic of speech in this rhyme\n[01:45.92] I just wanna go on a ride\n[01:47.74] On a kaleidoscopic tree, visually.\n[01:49.50] [Prince poetry]\n[01:50.50] .Individually, we go our seperate ways\n[01:52.31] To get our haircuts and mustaches trimmed\n[01:55.02] Rockin a t-shirt, shorts with thick socks\n[01:56.83] With my boots that i nickname tim-ber\n[01:59.59] Here comes dayfall\n[02:00.48] I can remember when we used to chill and hang\n[02:02.27] With paul, sea.\n[02:03.15] [Organized konfusion]\n[02:04.90] We gotta get away, we gotta do it now\n[02:06.73] We gotta walk into the sun! ha hah\n[02:08.54] We gotta get away, we gotta do it now\n[02:11.26] We gotta walk. in.to. the. sun.\n[02:14.00] Sittin on a stoop, while the johnny-pump shoots\n[02:15.78] Water while we eat fruits\n[02:17.50] The radio pumps, rockin to l.o.n.s. and yes\n[02:20.39] The girls display flesh by the way they dress\n[02:21.17] [Prince poetry]\n[02:22.14] The ave surprises, the fulfilling collage\n[02:23.99] Of scratches that strike like sticky matches\n[02:26.69] Attacking techniques with combinating\n[02:28.44] Constantly motivating highly elevating the light steps\n[02:30.21] [Pharoahe monch]\n[02:31.17] When the air gets thick and you can feel the tension\n[02:32.99] I bypass howard, and detour benson\n[02:34.77] Cause i don't really feel like fencing today\n[02:36.59] So i chill in my own dimension and listen to the sax blow.\n[02:39.24] . Flow, abstract the sax always seems to relax you\n[02:45.50] But at the same time, it attacks you\n[02:47.31] In this particular era of darkness\n[02:49.19] Bust a rhyme that might enlighten the mind and spark this\n[02:51.81] Trail to follow the light that's guiding you from\n[02:54.62] The evil that you walk into the sun\n[02:56.40] From what i see it's an addiction\n[02:58.23] I'll explain to the brain about pain affliction\n[03:00.05] Grab my hand, hold it tightly\n[03:02.70] Close your eyes and maybe you might see what i see\n[03:05.42] Yo, what i said simplistic\n[03:07.22] But what i see's not materialistic\n[03:09.05] [Prince poetry]\n[03:09.92] My hayfever is actin up, so i took a couple of antihistamines\n[03:10.86] Whew! i got struck with relief\n[03:13.50] Now patiently, i wait for the summer\n[03:15.39] Cause the spring brings pollen and that can be a bummer\n[03:17.15] A terrific brother was havin a specific get-together by the beach\n[03:19.98] Rolling rock's, plus peach schnapps, served on the rocks\n[03:21.79] The organisms play the boardwalk, pullin numbers from pros' peak\n[03:25.35] The scenario, where we go pumpin the alpine stereo\n[03:28.04] Hop along the turnpike on our way to the merry-go-\n[03:30.74] -Round up the herbs at six flags; we're on a mission\n[03:32.54] Hittin the streets of new york in zig-zags\n[03:34.34] Walkin to the park, hark, the herald, named erald\n[03:37.98] Who creates with charts\n[03:38.84] Central park swarms with intellectual dialects\n[03:40.61] With the potential, of the city's best emergency medical techs\n[03:43.37] So i dip dip dive\n[03:45.12] Listen to the musicians in the park play live\n[03:46.92] The funky drummer was drummin even though he was a bum\n[03:48.74] Some couldn't comprehend, the vibe that blended\n[03:51.56] With the sum, there were some, who wasn't dumb\n[03:53.37] I supported with the hum, dropped five bucks, cause he was the one\n[03:55.19] Yo, i gave a clap, i gave a wink, i gave a shout\n[03:57.88] I gotta meet the monch, strike three, and i was out!\n[05:00.13] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Walk into the sun\n  artist: Organized Konfusion\n  album: Fudge pudge 12\"\n  duration_ms: 298000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: '[Prince poetry]'\n  start_ms: 3140\n  end_ms: 19480\n- text: The sun reflects off of the waves at sea\n  start_ms: 19480\n  end_ms: 21240\n- text: Rain support roots that implants the tree\n  start_ms: 21240\n  end_ms: 23040\n- text: There's a breeze in the park kites fly high\n  start_ms: 23040\n  end_ms: 24890\n- text: Under the branches con vertibles fly by\n  start_ms: 24890\n  end_ms: 27590\n- text: The sky.\n  start_ms: 27590\n  end_ms: 28350\n- text: '[Pharoahe monch]'\n  start_ms: 28350\n  end_ms: 29240\n- text: .Blue fields green\n  start_ms: 29240\n  end_ms: 30110\n- text: Paints a picture that creates a scene\n  start_ms: 30110\n  end_ms: 31930\n- text: Of the destiny that controls my fate\n  start_ms: 31930\n  end_ms: 33760\n- text: Reflections of light creates shapes\n  start_ms: 33760\n  end_ms: 35550\n- text: '[Prince poetry]'\n  start_ms: 35550\n  end_ms: 37350\n- text: Inside of this particular sphere, i see kids in the street\n  start_ms: 37350\n  end_ms: 38200\n- text: When i pass, i go beep! 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yes you may\n  Take some giant steps, to go out, and play\n  I got next, sorry duke, i got my five\n  You better call next, and step to the side\n\n  [Pharoahe monch]\n  There's no specific topic of speech in this rhyme\n  I just wanna go on a ride\n  On a kaleidoscopic tree, visually.\n\n  [Prince poetry]\n  .Individually, we go our seperate ways\n  To get our haircuts and mustaches trimmed\n  Rockin a t-shirt, shorts with thick socks\n  With my boots that i nickname tim-ber\n  Here comes dayfall\n  I can remember when we used to chill and hang\n\n  With paul, sea.\n\n  [Organized konfusion]\n  We gotta get away, we gotta do it now\n  We gotta walk into the sun! ha hah\n  We gotta get away, we gotta do it now\n  We gotta walk. in.to. the. sun.\n\n  Sittin on a stoop, while the johnny-pump shoots\n  Water while we eat fruits\n  The radio pumps, rockin to l.o.n.s. and yes\n  The girls display flesh by the way they dress\n\n  [Prince poetry]\n  The ave surprises, the fulfilling collage\n  Of scratches that strike like sticky matches\n  Attacking techniques with combinating\n  Constantly motivating highly elevating the light steps\n\n  [Pharoahe monch]\n  When the air gets thick and you can feel the tension\n  I bypass howard, and detour benson\n  Cause i don't really feel like fencing today\n  So i chill in my own dimension and listen to the sax blow.\n  . 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