[{"id":98359,"name":"The Extinction Agenda","trackName":"The Extinction Agenda","artistName":"Organized Konfusion","albumName":"Stress: The Extinction Agenda","duration":237.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"...the extinction agenda...\n\n...the extinction agenda...\n\nBack is the incredible o r g to the a\nN i z e d with a k\nO n f u s to the i o n\n\nVerse one: prince poetry\n\nEmerging up to another level there i stand\nHand to hand rap combat black\nBack in the land i expand data for the wack\nLeaving multilated bodies lacerated limbs grim sites\nAnd new jacks pick up six and grab the ore\nDig deep into the ghetto (absorb)\nI take you to a new realm\nLevitating above the norm anticipating me to pick up\nSeven more new jacks and commencing with others fading\n(So how dare you question)\nThe original aborigine\nIn the vicinity the city's committing consider me\nThe trilogy of terror, whatever i do i bring light\nYou're blinded by the glare of the trendsetter\nBeware when i strike, blueprints like no other\nThe soldier of fortune, the undercover\nRebel of rap attackin the ones who's attackin blacks\nI'm on a mission of peace, i make tracks\nElevate with the almighty god in front of me\nTeach seeds in the hood the truth, the wannabe\nCompetitor will have no other choice but to surrender\nCan't stand the pressure, the extinction agenda\n\nChorus: repeat 2x\n\nThe extinction agenda, hah!\nThe extinction agenda, uhh.\nThe extinction agenda, uhh\nThe extinction agenda, uhh\n\nVerse two: pharoahe monche\n\nI'm the poetical poltergeist i heist tracks from the past\nAnd return em to the present time in rhyme form\nWhat was once dead is now resurrected on the record\nAnd the physical words are mere residuals for my bidding\nFor my disposal to dispose of... who are you kidding\nNightfall, i stop the rook, then i'm looking for\n\nThe original book which contains the words of god\nSix hours until dawn, my quest to capture the queen\nWithout being seen by the pawns\nCall me bishop, bishop takes rook, rook takes pawn\nPawn takes knight, knight takes queen\nQueen takes the original king james version\nI'm surgin up when i'm emergin\nFalse clergymen you're urgin me to call you a virgin\nWind to save the lease\nWho can you trust when a priest is now the beast?\n(Who? what? why?)\nI'm the assassinator of rap\nHit rip rhyme rap ritual hit you with my best shot\nGet you sit you down, let you know i never get dropped\nWhen i flip-flop hip-hop, when i wreck shop (nigga)\nI move, with the finesse and the smoothness\nEven inside of the grooves of a record, check it\nCheck it again, check it again, check it again\nCheck the metaphors, make sure they're making sense and then\nGimme one-hundred percent credit\nLet it, medi-tate, in your brain, like a seda-tive\nI said it and i read it twelve in your bloodstream\nLet it live\nThe verses of curses that burst in the face of the first time offenders\nIn the realm of the extinction agenda\n\nChorus","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: The Extinction Agenda\n artist: Organized Konfusion\n album: 'Stress: The Extinction Agenda'\n duration_ms: 237000\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n ...the extinction agenda...\n\n ...the extinction agenda...\n\n Back is the incredible o r g to the a\n N i z e d with a k\n O n f u s to the i o n\n\n Verse one: prince poetry\n\n Emerging up to another level there i stand\n Hand to hand rap combat black\n Back in the land i expand data for the wack\n Leaving multilated bodies lacerated limbs grim sites\n And new jacks pick up six and grab the ore\n Dig deep into the ghetto (absorb)\n I take you to a new realm\n Levitating above the norm anticipating me to pick up\n Seven more new jacks and commencing with others fading\n (So how dare you question)\n The original aborigine\n In the vicinity the city's committing consider me\n The trilogy of terror, whatever i do i bring light\n You're blinded by the glare of the trendsetter\n Beware when i strike, blueprints like no other\n The soldier of fortune, the undercover\n Rebel of rap attackin the ones who's attackin blacks\n I'm on a mission of peace, i make tracks\n Elevate with the almighty god in front of me\n Teach seeds in the hood the truth, the wannabe\n Competitor will have no other choice but to surrender\n Can't stand the pressure, the extinction agenda\n\n Chorus: repeat 2x\n\n The extinction agenda, hah!\n The extinction agenda, uhh.\n The extinction agenda, uhh\n The extinction agenda, uhh\n\n Verse two: pharoahe monche\n\n I'm the poetical poltergeist i heist tracks from the past\n And return em to the present time in rhyme form\n What was once dead is now resurrected on the record\n And the physical words are mere residuals for my bidding\n For my disposal to dispose of... who are you kidding\n Nightfall, i stop the rook, then i'm looking for\n\n The original book which contains the words of god\n Six hours until dawn, my quest to capture the queen\n Without being seen by the pawns\n Call me bishop, bishop takes rook, rook takes pawn\n Pawn takes knight, knight takes queen\n Queen takes the original king james version\n I'm surgin up when i'm emergin\n False clergymen you're urgin me to call you a virgin\n Wind to save the lease\n Who can you trust when a priest is now the beast?\n (Who? what? why?)\n I'm the assassinator of rap\n Hit rip rhyme rap ritual hit you with my best shot\n Get you sit you down, let you know i never get dropped\n When i flip-flop hip-hop, when i wreck shop (nigga)\n I move, with the finesse and the smoothness\n Even inside of the grooves of a record, check it\n Check it again, check it again, check it again\n Check the metaphors, make sure they're making sense and then\n Gimme one-hundred percent credit\n Let it, medi-tate, in your brain, like a seda-tive\n I said it and i read it twelve in your bloodstream\n Let it live\n The verses of curses that burst in the face of the first time offenders\n In the realm of the extinction agenda\n\n Chorus\n"},{"id":25049665,"name":"The Extinction Agenda","trackName":"The Extinction Agenda","artistName":"Organized Konfusion","albumName":"Stress (The Extinction Agenda)","duration":230.133333,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"...the extinction agenda...\n\n...the extinction agenda...\n\nBack is the incredible o r g to the a\nN i z e d with a k\nO n f u s to the i o n\n\nVerse one: prince poetry\n\nEmerging up to another level there i stand\nHand to hand rap combat black\nBack in the land i expand data for the wack\nLeaving multilated bodies lacerated limbs grim sites\nAnd new jacks pick up six and grab the ore\nDig deep into the ghetto (absorb)\nI take you to a new realm\nLevitating above the norm anticipating me to pick up\nSeven more new jacks and commencing with others fading\n(So how dare you question)\nThe original aborigine\nIn the vicinity the city's committing consider me\nThe trilogy of terror, whatever i do i bring light\nYou're blinded by the glare of the trendsetter\nBeware when i strike, blueprints like no other\nThe soldier of fortune, the undercover\nRebel of rap attackin the ones who's attackin blacks\nI'm on a mission of peace, i make tracks\nElevate with the almighty god in front of me\nTeach seeds in the hood the truth, the wannabe\nCompetitor will have no other choice but to surrender\nCan't stand the pressure, the extinction agenda\n\nChorus: repeat 2x\n\nThe extinction agenda, hah!\nThe extinction agenda, uhh.\nThe extinction agenda, uhh\nThe extinction agenda, uhh\n\nVerse two: pharoahe monche\n\nI'm the poetical poltergeist i heist tracks from the past\nAnd return em to the present time in rhyme form\nWhat was once dead is now resurrected on the record\nAnd the physical words are mere residuals for my bidding\nFor my disposal to dispose of... who are you kidding\nNightfall, i stop the rook, then i'm looking for\n\nThe original book which contains the words of god\nSix hours until dawn, my quest to capture the queen\nWithout being seen by the pawns\nCall me bishop, bishop takes rook, rook takes pawn\nPawn takes knight, knight takes queen\nQueen takes the original king james version\nI'm surgin up when i'm emergin\nFalse clergymen you're urgin me to call you a virgin\nWind to save the lease\nWho can you trust when a priest is now the beast?\n(Who? 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what? why?)\n I'm the assassinator of rap\n Hit rip rhyme rap ritual hit you with my best shot\n Get you sit you down, let you know i never get dropped\n When i flip-flop hip-hop, when i wreck shop (nigga)\n I move, with the finesse and the smoothness\n Even inside of the grooves of a record, check it\n Check it again, check it again, check it again\n Check the metaphors, make sure they're making sense and then\n Gimme one-hundred percent credit\n Let it, medi-tate, in your brain, like a seda-tive\n I said it and i read it twelve in your bloodstream\n Let it live\n The verses of curses that burst in the face of the first time offenders\n In the realm of the extinction agenda\n\n Chorus\n"},{"id":29167347,"name":"The Extinction Agenda","trackName":"The Extinction Agenda","artistName":"Organized Konfusion","albumName":"Stress: The Extinction Agenda (deluxe redux)","duration":211.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"...the extinction agenda...\n\n...the extinction agenda...\n\nBack is the incredible o r g to the a\nN i z e d with a k\nO n f u s to the i o n\n\nVerse one: prince poetry\n\nEmerging up to another level there i stand\nHand to hand rap combat black\nBack in the land i expand data for the wack\nLeaving multilated bodies lacerated limbs grim sites\nAnd new jacks pick up six and grab the ore\nDig deep into the ghetto (absorb)\nI take you to a new realm\nLevitating above the norm anticipating me to pick up\nSeven more new jacks and commencing with others fading\n(So how dare you question)\nThe original aborigine\nIn the vicinity the city's committing consider me\nThe trilogy of terror, whatever i do i bring light\nYou're blinded by the glare of the trendsetter\nBeware when i strike, blueprints like no other\nThe soldier of fortune, the undercover\nRebel of rap attackin the ones who's attackin blacks\nI'm on a mission of peace, i make tracks\nElevate with the almighty god in front of me\nTeach seeds in the hood the truth, the wannabe\nCompetitor will have no other choice but to surrender\nCan't stand the pressure, the extinction agenda\n\nChorus: repeat 2x\n\nThe extinction agenda, hah!\nThe extinction agenda, uhh.\nThe extinction agenda, uhh\nThe extinction agenda, uhh\n\nVerse two: pharoahe monche\n\nI'm the poetical poltergeist i heist tracks from the past\nAnd return em to the present time in rhyme form\nWhat was once dead is now resurrected on the record\nAnd the physical words are mere residuals for my bidding\nFor my disposal to dispose of... who are you kidding\nNightfall, i stop the rook, then i'm looking for\n\nThe original book which contains the words of god\nSix hours until dawn, my quest to capture the queen\nWithout being seen by the pawns\nCall me bishop, bishop takes rook, rook takes pawn\nPawn takes knight, knight takes queen\nQueen takes the original king james version\nI'm surgin up when i'm emergin\nFalse clergymen you're urgin me to call you a virgin\nWind to save the lease\nWho can you trust when a priest is now the beast?\n(Who? 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strikes!\n Blood rushes my head when I come across roads\n With dead mics and wack promoted shows it's hard\n But with the presence of God\n\n I'm true to the game\n So I'm back black, to take charge, and recap-ture\n The time, wish it could never be wack, I'm pure\n I insert my lifeline into the track, the energy\n In me is a poison with no un-revealed remedy\n I'm spreading, like leprosy, throughout the record label\n\n 'Cause mines put me and Monch's career in jeopardy\n Can you come see me in the ghetto where it's dark\n Bullets are real lost peeps lurks in the heart\n Lord knows it hurts, we kick the Hertz to the curb\n Execute first things first, and put blunted minds to work\n My herd's tight and my fans supports\n So I'm a-ight, for the time being seeing peace\n But taking no shorts (no shorts)\n\n Crush, kill, destroy, stress\n Crush, kill, destroy, stress\n Crush, kill, destroy, stress\n Stress\n\n You will now consider me the apocalyptic one\n After this rhyme, henceforth, there is none\n No more will exist, when I emerge\n From the mist in whence I was born into, scorned\n Most of you can't even comprehend what I am saying\n To you even in my human form the message I'm relaying\n\n Why do you choose to mimic these wack MC's?\n Why do you choose to listen to R&B?\n Why must you believe that something is fat\n Just because it's played on the radio, 20 times per day?\n My perception of poetical injection is ejaculation\n The Immaculate Conception\n The hall walker, who stalks bodies in Central Park\n\n Soon emergency services'll outline that body in chalk\n Then I begin to walk away and spit\n Then when I walk away I talk shit!\n Huh, a driver sprayed my face with mace\n She didn't know that I enjoyed the taste of radioactive waste\n When I'm in the backseat of your mid-town taxi\n Don't even ask me for the cash G\n The four cabs before didn't pick me up\n Now ask yourself who the fuck's gonna stick me up\n\n Crush, kill, destroy, stress\n Crush, kill, destroy, stress\n Crush, kill, destroy, stress\n Crush, kill, destroy, stress\n\n Crush, stress\n Crush, stress\n Crush, stress\n Crush, kill, destroy, stress\n\n Stress\n Kill, destroy, stress\n Stress\n"},{"id":98646,"name":"Thirteen","trackName":"Thirteen","artistName":"Organized Konfusion","albumName":"Stress: The Extinction Agenda","duration":232.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"[Pharoahe monch]\nComin ahh comin ahh\nI'm comin like a redneck trucker!\nWatch your back *screech* you can't steer it\nFace the bass; crumb you run when you hear it\nIt's the most incredible rap individual style\n\nPiles up like drug cases in queens\nCountry criminal court shorty step back\nNigga you oughta watch it my whole herd's packin\nFuck rappin let's take it to the corner of the block\nAnd battle with the (techs) and the (glocks)\nBut if you would like it to the stage and mic it\nC'mon dere, that's how i like it, uhh\nHit me in the face why don't ya\nPrince po will hunt ya and puncture your voodoo doll\nPharoahe, i'm no slave to a rhythm i whip it\nThen i take it's name and change it's religion\nThen i chop the foot off the fuckin beat\nFor trying to escape the track, now it's obsolete\nThat's just the state of mind that i'm in when i...\n\nChorus\n\nI, i used to play beats on the lunchroom table\nThis it really enables me to stay stable inside of my mind\nThus allowing me to climb and then shine\nThis is a process that will occur in due time\nBust, everything i thrust is activated\nStyles i file are not decaffinated, i'm rough\nTougher than tonka, why i even electrify the sky\nAs if i was blanka\nKids follow me and my phillies like willy wonka\nSilly, i assault and conquer, the cult and brainwash\nAnd squash your little minds with rhymes\nRhymes that are rituals\nSo i say motherfucker, bitch-ass and glock to spark brain cells\nNot to sell units, you know\nThey say motherfucker, bitch-ass and glock\nFor the periodical table of contents symbol au\nHey you, you can't deny when i bust caps the whole block scatters\nScraps of matter shatter mad glass and what not\nCrazy medical attention is needed to make a cop stop bleedin\nThen i'm proceedin up the block with prince po, renegade\nRaps shatter shows like grenades\nI rip your shit like sinead when i...\n\nChorus\n\nPa-pa-pa power power, augh, i got the power\nGimme a pen and a pad i'll be back in an hour\nWith some more fat shit, i tell your empty mind\nTeachin i'm kickin the poor black shit now\nLa-di-da, i flip it la-di\nLive at a mardi gras, or even at a party\nGive me bacardi (hah) i smoke blunts\nStunts i wanna hump, chumps i wanna pump em full of *blam*\nI never ask the crowd to \"jump\"\nI kick a rhyme, that ask-es you to use your mind\nFlippin it for the masses, kickin a lot of asses\nThe m-o-n-c-h-e i drink, forties of brew\nWith the crew that rolls deeper than the mediterranean\nHere comes the rain again!\nFlowin on my head like a memory, now i got energy\nThat's for the enemies, that's in the industry\nWho don't wanna be friends with me, i say fuck em\nSuck my dick, from the back\nWith a crazy straw, you lazy whore\nDo that shit to make a dick expand but whatcha did\nNo chief, no heads\nMooley, what am i an asshole?\n\n[Prince poetry]\nAsshole!\nWhat am i?... ahh! uhh! mmm, hah!","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Thirteen\n artist: Organized Konfusion\n album: 'Stress: The Extinction Agenda'\n duration_ms: 232000\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n [Pharoahe monch]\n Comin ahh comin ahh\n I'm comin like a redneck trucker!\n Watch your back *screech* you can't steer it\n Face the bass; crumb you run when you hear it\n It's the most incredible rap individual style\n\n Piles up like drug cases in queens\n Country criminal court shorty step back\n Nigga you oughta watch it my whole herd's packin\n Fuck rappin let's take it to the corner of the block\n And battle with the (techs) and the (glocks)\n But if you would like it to the stage and mic it\n C'mon dere, that's how i like it, uhh\n Hit me in the face why don't ya\n Prince po will hunt ya and puncture your voodoo doll\n Pharoahe, i'm no slave to a rhythm i whip it\n Then i take it's name and change it's religion\n Then i chop the foot off the fuckin beat\n For trying to escape the track, now it's obsolete\n That's just the state of mind that i'm in when i...\n\n Chorus\n\n I, i used to play beats on the lunchroom table\n This it really enables me to stay stable inside of my mind\n Thus allowing me to climb and then shine\n This is a process that will occur in due time\n Bust, everything i thrust is activated\n Styles i file are not decaffinated, i'm rough\n Tougher than tonka, why i even electrify the sky\n As if i was blanka\n Kids follow me and my phillies like willy wonka\n Silly, i assault and conquer, the cult and brainwash\n And squash your little minds with rhymes\n Rhymes that are rituals\n So i say motherfucker, bitch-ass and glock to spark brain cells\n Not to sell units, you know\n They say motherfucker, bitch-ass and glock\n For the periodical table of contents symbol au\n Hey you, you can't deny when i bust caps the whole block scatters\n Scraps of matter shatter mad glass and what not\n Crazy medical attention is needed to make a cop stop bleedin\n Then i'm proceedin up the block with prince po, renegade\n Raps shatter shows like grenades\n I rip your shit like sinead when i...\n\n Chorus\n\n Pa-pa-pa power power, augh, i got the power\n Gimme a pen and a pad i'll be back in an hour\n With some more fat shit, i tell your empty mind\n Teachin i'm kickin the poor black shit now\n La-di-da, i flip it la-di\n Live at a mardi gras, or even at a party\n Give me bacardi (hah) i smoke blunts\n Stunts i wanna hump, chumps i wanna pump em full of *blam*\n I never ask the crowd to \"jump\"\n I kick a rhyme, that ask-es you to use your mind\n Flippin it for the masses, kickin a lot of asses\n The m-o-n-c-h-e i drink, forties of brew\n With the crew that rolls deeper than the mediterranean\n Here comes the rain again!\n Flowin on my head like a memory, now i got energy\n That's for the enemies, that's in the industry\n Who don't wanna be friends with me, i say fuck em\n Suck my dick, from the back\n With a crazy straw, you lazy whore\n Do that shit to make a dick expand but whatcha did\n No chief, no heads\n Mooley, what am i an asshole?\n\n [Prince poetry]\n Asshole!\n What am i?... ahh! uhh! mmm, hah!\n"},{"id":96120,"name":"Maintain","trackName":"Maintain","artistName":"Organized Konfusion","albumName":"Stress: The Extinction Agenda","duration":257.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"[Edi - talking]\nUh, time done came, maintain\nThis for all them niggaz in the game, you know? hustlin, street life\nGettin that money, niggaz gotta maintain, you know? holla! (yeah)\n\n[Napolean - verse 1]\nThe streets is a mother fucker, and i done said it before\nDrive-bys, crack heads knockin at your front door\nAll them race for the money at the end of the road\nFully-loaded by my waist, i'm bout to explode\nI'm on a mission for the money, ain't shit funny\nPut a hole in your tummy, leave you smellin like a mummy\nYou crossed the game that the streets don't like\nAnd fuckin with the outlawz will get you killed tonight\nI guzzle my pipe and think about the shit i ain't never had (uh-huh)\nJust write my frustrations on my notepad\nAnd life ain't nothin but a toe-tag\nWhen i was three years old, i done known that\n\n[Supreme c - verse 2]\nAnd yo the game got a nigga fucked up\nI don't know who to trust, but i know just who to bust (bow)\nChange your main form to ashes to dust\nMinds stay corrupt, i'm a killa in the cut\nI crush any competitor, writin back his editor\nLeave your body leakin, it's supreme c speakin\nPledge you then a edge you on, yo you just a pawn\nYou're runnin with the big boys, one move you're gone\nI'm explosive when my rap over-doses\nLabel me ferocious on 'wanted' signs posted\nSee me on the screen like blood on murder scenes\nMidnight screams, sharp-shooter team\nThe williest, silliest, but yet i'm dead serious\nHate me with a passion up in the club mashin\nFoul minds, i'm in your ears like a loud nine\nHoldin off screamin, yeah niggaz it's about time\nIt's on again, got a brother feelin born again\nI swore to win then, naturally my order's in\nRecorded and stated, let the record show i made it\nThis dated when we blewin, and how you mother fuckers traded\nOutlawz!\n\n[Chorus - napolean & edi]\nGettin that money it ain't no tellin man (ain't no tellin)\nYou hustlin and strugglin and niggaz say you changed (huh)\nOne time, knockin they hotter with change (with change)\nThey eyes was watchin, but still we maintain (maintain)\nYour baby momma gone say she want some change (ain't that a bitch)\nNiggaz used to know, since you rollin game (oh)\nFuckin with that money now your brain tame\nYou fuckin the game and yo we maintain!\n\n[Young noble - verse 3]\nAnd you ain't never had a nigga that'll die for you\nAnd you ain't never had a nigga that'll cry for you\nAnd you ain't never had a nigga that'll pay your rent\nAnd you ain't never know niggaz that was truly legit\nAnd you ain't never had soldiers that'll hold you down\nAnd you ain't never know killers that loan you pounds\nAnd you ain't never had bitches that'll fuck the clan\nBetter yet, have bitches that'll fuck your man\nAnd you ain't never had soldiers to floss the week\nYou couldn't hustle down the way nor walk the beat\nAnd you ain't never had a clique that was thorough and tough\nAnd you ain't never know yak and pac so give it up!\n\n[Kastro - verse 4]\nI love bitches and all types of fast cars (hahaha... me too)\nLoud guns, money-runs, and those strip bars\nWe watch the sun turn to stars, back to sun again\nI put a box under rocks to dump a body in\nAnd i swin in sin, couldn't pretend it's all well\nMy world is a jail cell, i can't seem to find bail\nWe gas up, trouble, bubble in my belly (uh)\nEvery body knew it but ain't nobody try to tell me\nWe maintain!\n\nChorus\n\n[Mil - verse 5]\nI'm a hell-raisin nigga and i'll burn the place up (mil)\nThe streets made me, look at me now and i'm straighten up\nWhen i rolled on your block, all i see is your pump\nWhen you roll through my hood, niggaz'll fuck you up\nYou're weak, won't live long, niggaz rely on luck\nSpeak it cheap-goin nigga, i got the heart of a thug\nLeave your pillow like a puddle of a blood\nAnd i'm gonna show you how it is to stomp and never been love at all\n\n[Edi - verse 6]\nEvery day i'm stuck in this game so i got to play it\nYeah i made up my bed so i got to lay in it\nThere's only one way out, limo, window tinted\nMy momma prayin daily for my spirit\nFuck that! i'm here to stay nigga deal with it\nAnd i'm one of the real niggaz that's actually real with it\nMeals, i'm gonna get it, but it's about what happens when i get it\nWill these niggaz come clackin for my trinkets? think it's a joke?\nPart it out while i kick it and smoke\nWe live on the ropes, triple-beam hopes\nSimple schemes broke, two minutes to go alone\nFall or come up, fuck it, stack ones up\nI keep my guns up, for these killers\nMy eyes on these bitches\nAnd when it's me and the law, shit i'm the first to draw\nMaintain, till the end of the game\nMaintain, till the end of the game, you hear me man?\n\nChorus x 2\n\n[Kastro - talking over second chorus]\nFuck that! fuck that!\nFuck you too baby! fuck all y'all niggaz\nI'm on some maintain shit\nAll my money gettin niggaz maintain\nMost of the time, niggaz get money and only last for like a year\nI'm tryin to have money for twenty years, thirty years, forty years\nIt's called a general,\nIt's easy to get money in your pocket nigga, but can you keep it?\nCan you maintain?","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Maintain\n artist: Organized Konfusion\n album: 'Stress: The Extinction Agenda'\n duration_ms: 257000\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n [Edi - talking]\n Uh, time done came, maintain\n This for all them niggaz in the game, you know? hustlin, street life\n Gettin that money, niggaz gotta maintain, you know? holla! (yeah)\n\n [Napolean - verse 1]\n The streets is a mother fucker, and i done said it before\n Drive-bys, crack heads knockin at your front door\n All them race for the money at the end of the road\n Fully-loaded by my waist, i'm bout to explode\n I'm on a mission for the money, ain't shit funny\n Put a hole in your tummy, leave you smellin like a mummy\n You crossed the game that the streets don't like\n And fuckin with the outlawz will get you killed tonight\n I guzzle my pipe and think about the shit i ain't never had (uh-huh)\n Just write my frustrations on my notepad\n And life ain't nothin but a toe-tag\n When i was three years old, i done known that\n\n [Supreme c - verse 2]\n And yo the game got a nigga fucked up\n I don't know who to trust, but i know just who to bust (bow)\n Change your main form to ashes to dust\n Minds stay corrupt, i'm a killa in the cut\n I crush any competitor, writin back his editor\n Leave your body leakin, it's supreme c speakin\n Pledge you then a edge you on, yo you just a pawn\n You're runnin with the big boys, one move you're gone\n I'm explosive when my rap over-doses\n Label me ferocious on 'wanted' signs posted\n See me on the screen like blood on murder scenes\n Midnight screams, sharp-shooter team\n The williest, silliest, but yet i'm dead serious\n Hate me with a passion up in the club mashin\n Foul minds, i'm in your ears like a loud nine\n Holdin off screamin, yeah niggaz it's about time\n It's on again, got a brother feelin born again\n I swore to win then, naturally my order's in\n Recorded and stated, let the record show i made it\n This dated when we blewin, and how you mother fuckers traded\n Outlawz!\n\n [Chorus - napolean & edi]\n Gettin that money it ain't no tellin man (ain't no tellin)\n You hustlin and strugglin and niggaz say you changed (huh)\n One time, knockin they hotter with change (with change)\n They eyes was watchin, but still we maintain (maintain)\n Your baby momma gone say she want some change (ain't that a bitch)\n Niggaz used to know, since you rollin game (oh)\n Fuckin with that money now your brain tame\n You fuckin the game and yo we maintain!\n\n [Young noble - verse 3]\n And you ain't never had a nigga that'll die for you\n And you ain't never had a nigga that'll cry for you\n And you ain't never had a nigga that'll pay your rent\n And you ain't never know niggaz that was truly legit\n And you ain't never had soldiers that'll hold you down\n And you ain't never know killers that loan you pounds\n And you ain't never had bitches that'll fuck the clan\n Better yet, have bitches that'll fuck your man\n And you ain't never had soldiers to floss the week\n You couldn't hustle down the way nor walk the beat\n And you ain't never had a clique that was thorough and tough\n And you ain't never know yak and pac so give it up!\n\n [Kastro - verse 4]\n I love bitches and all types of fast cars (hahaha... me too)\n Loud guns, money-runs, and those strip bars\n We watch the sun turn to stars, back to sun again\n I put a box under rocks to dump a body in\n And i swin in sin, couldn't pretend it's all well\n My world is a jail cell, i can't seem to find bail\n We gas up, trouble, bubble in my belly (uh)\n Every body knew it but ain't nobody try to tell me\n We maintain!\n\n Chorus\n\n [Mil - verse 5]\n I'm a hell-raisin nigga and i'll burn the place up (mil)\n The streets made me, look at me now and i'm straighten up\n When i rolled on your block, all i see is your pump\n When you roll through my hood, niggaz'll fuck you up\n You're weak, won't live long, niggaz rely on luck\n Speak it cheap-goin nigga, i got the heart of a thug\n Leave your pillow like a puddle of a blood\n And i'm gonna show you how it is to stomp and never been love at all\n\n [Edi - verse 6]\n Every day i'm stuck in this game so i got to play it\n Yeah i made up my bed so i got to lay in it\n There's only one way out, limo, window tinted\n My momma prayin daily for my spirit\n Fuck that! i'm here to stay nigga deal with it\n And i'm one of the real niggaz that's actually real with it\n Meals, i'm gonna get it, but it's about what happens when i get it\n Will these niggaz come clackin for my trinkets? think it's a joke?\n Part it out while i kick it and smoke\n We live on the ropes, triple-beam hopes\n Simple schemes broke, two minutes to go alone\n Fall or come up, fuck it, stack ones up\n I keep my guns up, for these killers\n My eyes on these bitches\n And when it's me and the law, shit i'm the first to draw\n Maintain, till the end of the game\n Maintain, till the end of the game, you hear me man?\n\n Chorus x 2\n\n [Kastro - talking over second chorus]\n Fuck that! fuck that!\n Fuck you too baby! fuck all y'all niggaz\n I'm on some maintain shit\n All my money gettin niggaz maintain\n Most of the time, niggaz get money and only last for like a year\n I'm tryin to have money for twenty years, thirty years, forty years\n It's called a general,\n It's easy to get money in your pocket nigga, but can you keep it?\n Can you maintain?\n"},{"id":95614,"name":"Keep It Koming","trackName":"Keep It Koming","artistName":"Organized Konfusion","albumName":"Stress: The Extinction Agenda","duration":236.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"We keep it koming\nWe keep it koming, huh\nWe keep it koming\nWe keep it koming, uhh\n\nAnd when it's time to Organize\nWe stick together through the times\nWith the attitude like Miles\nWe keep it koming\n\nWe keep it koming\nWe keep it koming, huh\nWe keep it koming\nWe keep it koming, uhh\n\nAnd when it's time to Organize\nWe stick together through the times\nWith the attitude like Miles\nWe keep it koming\n\nI be flipping the scripts, ripping through hoods coming equipped\nLifts out of my lyrics, sippin' forties in a whip\nOrganized, rise, raise up the level, surprise\nNiggaz, watch Prince open your eyes when I deliver\n\nGive a honeydip a wink, thick chocolate bitch\nSwitch up the pace, kick me, 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bounce bounce, bounce\n Bounce bounce, c'mon, bounce, c'mon, bounce, bounce\n (C'mon, we gotta, c'mon, hah)\n (We do it like this one time, uhh, sup, sup)\n\n Do you wanna hear the boogie bear?\n Jump up and do the freak funk, throw your hands in the air\n Compare me with none\n The son of the king, triple crown, just to get the job done\n\n I surpass, fast dash through a mass of traps fliers\n And blow up the spot and Organize on that ass\n I'm hot, black with no sugar, straight coffee\n You stalk me because your girl wanna hawk me\n\n Jock me, clock me, watch me mutilate the mic\n Rip it apart, shatter your brain when I strike\n Add a syringe of raps to cleanse, you fall apart\n Style, damage you, amateur 'cause I'm blowin' your file\n\n Honey-dips, see me and they yellin' Organized\n And they know, Pharoahe Monche's got skills for the wise\n\n Ohh, huh, shit, look who walked in the door\n Ryu, kick, Tiger, Tiger Uppercut\n Directly to the gut when I strut on mics\n Makes my windpipe erupt\n\n Better back off, I jack off of wack MC's in the vicinity\n Nigga, please, I make 'em bounce\n\n Let's organize, c'mon, we gotta bounce\n (We gotta bounce)\n Let's organize, c'mon, we gotta bounce\n (We gotta bounce)\n\n Let's organize, c'mon, we gotta bounce\n (We gotta bounce)\n Let's organize, c'mon, we gotta bounce\n (We gotta bounce)\n\n Let's organize, c'mon, we gotta bounce\n (We gotta bounce)\n Let's organize, c'mon, we gotta bounce\n (We gotta bounce)\n\n Let's organize, c'mon, we gotta bounce\n (We gotta bounce)\n Let's organize, c'mon, we gotta bounce\n (We gotta bounce)\n\n I make you stomp back and forth like an army brigade\n Diode cuts love, kid, wherever skills is displayed\n Raid your block, blow your mind like fans\n In the summer or like Redman, ready to rock\n\n Expanding my cleverness on wax to Japan and back\n Ask for Prince and hon I hope ya got\n Just five seconds for black Prince to flex\n It's not all about sex\n\n I like ears, smooth skin and 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(We gotta bounce)\n\n Well, here's a toke, one time for you mind\n Most just can't cope, dope def, booty, nope, I woke you up\n I poke your brain, I poke your main artery\n Batter me with your fattery, your flattery will never ever shatter me\n\n Prince Poe, the exec with the intellectual concepts\n That elevates you like steps\n A&R reps, take steps, bounce your ass through the hoods\n Here's the goods, an ounce enough for you to bounce?\n\n Let's organize, c'mon, we gotta bounce\n (We gotta bounce)\n Let's organize, c'mon, we gotta bounce\n (We gotta bounce)\n\n Let's organize, c'mon, we gotta bounce\n (We gotta bounce)\n Let's organize, c'mon, we gotta bounce\n (We gotta bounce)\n\n Let's organize, c'mon, we gotta bounce\n (We gotta bounce)\n Let's organize, c'mon, we gotta bounce\n (We gotta bounce)\n\n Let's organize, c'mon, we gotta bounce\n (We gotta bounce)\n Let's organize, c'mon, we gotta bounce\n (We gotta bounce)\n"},{"id":98029,"name":"Stray Bullet","trackName":"Stray Bullet","artistName":"Organized Konfusion","albumName":"Stress: The Extinction Agenda","duration":222.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Verse one: pharoahe monche\n\nLet the trigger finger put the pressure to the mechanism\nWhich gives a response for the automatic *bang*\nClip to release projectiles in single\nFile forcing me to ignite then travel\nThrough the barrel headed for the light\nAt the end of a tunnel with no specific target in sight\nSlow the flow like h2o water\nVisualize the scene of a homicide a slaughter\nNo remorse for the course i take when you pull it\nThe result's a stray bullet\nNiggaz who knew hit the ground runnin and stay down\nExcept for the kids who played on the playground\nCause for some little girl she'll never see\nMore than six years of life, trif-le-ing\nWhen she fell from the seesaw\nBut umm wait, my course isn't over\nFled out of the other side of her head towards\nA red, range, rover, then i ricochet\nFast past a brother's ass, oh damn, what that nigga say\n\"Aww fuck it\", next target's margaret's face *bang*\nAnd i struck it\nNow it's a flood of blood in circumfrence to her face\nAnd an abundance of brains all over the street\nShame how we had to meet *bang*\nDashin, buckin, greet by fuckin family\nThey follow behind me in a orderly fashion\nBashin through flesh i'm wild\nCrashin through the doors of projects hallways\nTo deflect off of the tile\nI'm coming for you little girl\nOnce inside i shatter your world\nSwirl, no more dreams no hopes when i spray\nYou better pray, to the pope or the vatican\nBefore i go rat-tat-a-tat again\nI'm mad again brother somebody's mother will be sad again\nBut, whose blue skies will turn grey\n\nFrom the attack, of the mac-11, i'm a stray, bullet\n\n[Nobody seen shit, nobody heard it -- 4x]\n\nVerse two: prince poetry\n\nGun balls of fire, i'm travelling at higher speeds\nTo proceed to penetrate flesh, hitting the splint\nAfter splitting the chest of a queens fiend\nAge of pagers shredded to pieces from the glock 9\nAnd it's hollow tips, it releases the polices\nIn back of the ambulance\nBlood loss as i shift across your chest\nArrest, rupture, i mess up ya, slasher\nShall i bust ya liver, faster, blood pours *bang*\nNow it's up to the master, boom, as i crash open the doors\nThank me for spraying the operating room\nThe body still consumes me, doc had to remove me\nMmm lord, why do they use me? *bang*\nI'm takin individual for keeps hobbes\nSo peep the cops, in the ghetto bustin shots for props\nAnd when i hit, shit *bang bang bang bang*\nSoon you forgets-me-not\nCops tried to explain to his pops what i done\nI flip up the hollow tipper and i'm not the one\nAnd as a human i'm the surprising one\nPrince po i flow the ripper, either way\nYou never, ever know how i'm coming\nMetamorphasizing, rising in turbulence\nCondensed into a bullet, pull it, now i'm making moves\nWith no sympathizing, uhh, so take a hit nigga, sprint *bang*\nOnto the scenario, i'm at a party with o\nA lot of honies parlay and the dj's playin the fudge pudge flow\nFive niggaz come up in the club for a rub\n[Yo o peep it, oh shit o duck (oh shit!, oh shit!)\n*Pop pop pop pop pop* *woman screams*]\nAnother hit, another struck\nHere comes mr. stray bullet\nFive, the tip, getting my jollies from the screams of the ripped\nIn your chest, then i flip\nNip your liver, blood flowin like a river\nMoney starts to shiver then i give a delivery of burns\nBruises fake shoes is your renaissance\nNo response your moms is out cold\nFigure i'm bigger takin your heart nigga at twenty years old\nStray bullet","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Stray Bullet\n artist: Organized Konfusion\n album: 'Stress: The Extinction Agenda'\n duration_ms: 222000\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n Verse one: pharoahe monche\n\n Let the trigger finger put the pressure to the mechanism\n Which gives a response for the automatic *bang*\n Clip to release projectiles in single\n File forcing me to ignite then travel\n Through the barrel headed for the light\n At the end of a tunnel with no specific target in sight\n Slow the flow like h2o water\n Visualize the scene of a homicide a slaughter\n No remorse for the course i take when you pull it\n The result's a stray bullet\n Niggaz who knew hit the ground runnin and stay down\n Except for the kids who played on the playground\n Cause for some little girl she'll never see\n More than six years of life, trif-le-ing\n When she fell from the seesaw\n But umm wait, my course isn't over\n Fled out of the other side of her head towards\n A red, range, rover, then i ricochet\n Fast past a brother's ass, oh damn, what that nigga say\n \"Aww fuck it\", next target's margaret's face *bang*\n And i struck it\n Now it's a flood of blood in circumfrence to her face\n And an abundance of brains all over the street\n Shame how we had to meet *bang*\n Dashin, buckin, greet by fuckin family\n They follow behind me in a orderly fashion\n Bashin through flesh i'm wild\n Crashin through the doors of projects hallways\n To deflect off of the tile\n I'm coming for you little girl\n Once inside i shatter your world\n Swirl, no more dreams no hopes when i spray\n You better pray, to the pope or the vatican\n Before i go rat-tat-a-tat again\n I'm mad again brother somebody's mother will be sad again\n But, whose blue skies will turn grey\n\n From the attack, of the mac-11, i'm a stray, bullet\n\n [Nobody seen shit, nobody heard it -- 4x]\n\n Verse two: prince poetry\n\n Gun balls of fire, i'm travelling at higher speeds\n To proceed to penetrate flesh, hitting the splint\n After splitting the chest of a queens fiend\n Age of pagers shredded to pieces from the glock 9\n And it's hollow tips, it releases the polices\n In back of the ambulance\n Blood loss as i shift across your chest\n Arrest, rupture, i mess up ya, slasher\n Shall i bust ya liver, faster, blood pours *bang*\n Now it's up to the master, boom, as i crash open the doors\n Thank me for spraying the operating room\n The body still consumes me, doc had to remove me\n Mmm lord, why do they use me? *bang*\n I'm takin individual for keeps hobbes\n So peep the cops, in the ghetto bustin shots for props\n And when i hit, shit *bang bang bang bang*\n Soon you forgets-me-not\n Cops tried to explain to his pops what i done\n I flip up the hollow tipper and i'm not the one\n And as a human i'm the surprising one\n Prince po i flow the ripper, either way\n You never, ever know how i'm coming\n Metamorphasizing, rising in turbulence\n Condensed into a bullet, pull it, now i'm making moves\n With no sympathizing, uhh, so take a hit nigga, sprint *bang*\n Onto the scenario, i'm at a party with o\n A lot of honies parlay and the dj's playin the fudge pudge flow\n Five niggaz come up in the club for a rub\n [Yo o peep it, oh shit o duck (oh shit!, oh shit!)\n *Pop pop pop pop pop* *woman screams*]\n Another hit, another struck\n Here comes mr. stray bullet\n Five, the tip, getting my jollies from the screams of the ripped\n In your chest, then i flip\n Nip your liver, blood flowin like a river\n Money starts to shiver then i give a delivery of burns\n Bruises fake shoes is your renaissance\n No response your moms is out cold\n Figure i'm bigger takin your heart nigga at twenty years old\n Stray bullet\n"},{"id":93468,"name":"Bring It On","trackName":"Bring It On","artistName":"Organized Konfusion","albumName":"Stress: The Extinction Agenda","duration":195.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Bring it on motherfucker, bring it on!\nBring it on motherfucker, bring it on!\nBring it on motherfucker, bring it on!\nBring it on motherfucker, bring it on!\nI even be gettin' more graphic than a Neo-Geo, thirty-two bit computer chip\nBe slipped between my lips and then I'll spit!\nSpit it out, spit it out, go ahead spit out, that itty bitty style you upchuck\nBetta believe I buttfuck MC's from the rear it appears you're stuck up!\nIt's my terminology that strikes the mind and rips this beat apart\nYou know the many styles I choose will bruise crews from the start\nI flow awkwardly that's awkwardly I flow that's to the rhythm\nIncisions are made into the brain and then I begin to give em\nA lobotomy, follow me!\nI'm shapin your brain like pottery\n(All over the track!)\nGimme the P-H, gimme the A-R\nGimme the O-A gimme the H-E, Pharoahe\nCrazy poison tip arrows are hittin you from all directions\nYou cannot dodge or manage to dislodge them from the point at which they are connecting\nI am selecting a new style\nFor the piles of MC's who try to get buckwild\nFuck that! When I'm in a renovative state of mind\nI'm innovative, never been afraid of rockin' the microphone\nI'm prone to be eliminating\nCling when I sing a song of sixpence, if it makes sense then sing along\nCling along to my nuts if you got guts then bring it on\nBring it on motherfucker, bring it on!\nBring it on motherfucker, bring it on!\nBring it on motherfucker, bring it on!\nBring it on motherfucker, bring it on!\nBring it on motherfucker, bring it on!\nBring it on motherfucker, bring it on!\nBring it on motherfucker, bring it on!\nBring it on motherfucker, bring it on!\nThere is no equivalent one consider me the epitome of rhymes\nRhythm to techs execution is parallel to them with an exception of the organisms\nMy telepathy cannot be dismantled so stop sweatin' me\nAdvanced data, now watch your geater updates and raps get trampled\nFe fi foe steps up elevations show\nThat I'm ahead of your time, specifically right behind a dope rhyme\nRippin' shit up at prime time I'm, Optimus Prime-time material\nImperial wizard of vocabularic havoc I eat MC's like cereal!\nThat's soggy, milky skills like Mister Miyagi\nWhen it's foggy I release globby spits of remains of rappers in the lobby as a hobby\nI'll, rip your nit, shit get stick quick, get your crew, before I do\nSomething gory to your quite futile styles\nMiniature raps get waxed, simonized\nInto the fifth dimension of your centrifugal never typical stand attention\nI'm, mystical rip shit til the power blows (BLOWS!)\nThose chose to compete we delete em, observe defeat!\nThat's sendin down from above to get cha, hit cha, split cha ditch cha\nPicture you, victorious\nI'm gory plus your shit's mad boring\nBring it on\nBring it on\nBring it on motherfucker, bring it on!\nBring it on\nBring it on\nBring it on motherfucker, bring it on!","syncedLyrics":"[00:12.00] Bring it on motherfucker, bring it on!\n[00:14.91] Bring it on motherfucker, bring it on!\n[00:17.71] Bring it on motherfucker, bring it on!\n[00:20.81] Bring it on motherfucker, bring it on!\n[00:23.91] I even be gettin' more graphic than a Neo-Geo, thirty-two bit computer chip\n[00:27.83] Be slipped between my lips and then I'll spit!\n[00:29.78] Spit it out, spit it out, go ahead spit out, that itty bitty style you upchuck\n[00:33.15] Betta believe I buttfuck MC's from the rear it appears you're stuck up!\n[00:36.03] It's my terminology that strikes the mind and rips this beat apart\n[00:39.63] You know the many styles I choose will bruise crews from the start\n[00:42.16] I flow awkwardly that's awkwardly I flow that's to the rhythm\n[00:44.89] Incisions are made into the brain and then I begin to give em\n[00:47.90] A lobotomy, follow me!\n[00:49.26] I'm shapin your brain like pottery\n[00:52.75] (All over the track!)\n[00:53.86] Gimme the P-H, gimme the A-R\n[00:55.49] Gimme the O-A gimme the H-E, Pharoahe\n[00:57.40] Crazy poison tip arrows are hittin you from all directions\n[00:59.84] You cannot dodge or manage to dislodge them from the point at which they are connecting\n[01:03.51] I am selecting a new style\n[01:05.53] For the piles of MC's who try to get buckwild\n[01:08.50] Fuck that! 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po\nOld school flowing, rolling thick with the o\nR-g-a-n-i-z-e-d, peace to the pioneers that made a way for me\nTo mc, and tear the roof off the mother, brother\nSo back on the underground because we love you smother\nWack mc's, like gravy on chicken\nHope some of the homeless say that our jams is kickin\nStickin flavor, in your grill piece\nPickin fat loops for troops to bop to, when time is ticking\nWinding up, here comes the pitch\nPrince po throws strictly fast flows with no specific type of niche\nBut sometimes you gotta slow down the flow\nBlow up the spot and let the whole world know\nHere comes the prince po with another funky intro\nSomething to parlay with and ease the mental\nOur instrumentals are too much for the average fan\nSo I bring the jamacian funk (uh!) that's what it is\nI am too dope, too fat, organized konfusion is back\nThat's with a \"k\" black, get the fly exact stack\nThe money, start the party cause organzied don't play that!\n\nIt's three strikes, two tokes 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Surprisssssse! huh, open your eyes up, when I rise, huh\n Pharoahe monch I got skills for the wise!\n Dumb, deaf, and blind you know it's time to organize\n I'm flippin and rippin a style for the boys who wanna get wild\n For the old and young, the golden child\n I be the man with the gift of gab like santa\n Catchin - stacks of beats, from here to atlanta\n Ruah! what you say little weasel?\n Can't block the foul if the style's cock diesel\n I feel like busting loose\n With the style that I produce to get juice from a troops\n Black kojack, better than beretta\n Any veteran knows the medicine man is better\n Never sweat a girl that's inside of a jetta\n I just let her pass by with a wink to the eye\n It's the m-o-n-c-h, i, g-a-i\n The greatest rapper you ever heard please won't you relate my\n Message to my critics, get it when you rewind\n It's three strikes, two tokes, one time for the mind\n\n It's three strikes, two tokes two times for the mind (repeat 8x)\n\n [Prince poetry]\n Check who gets wreck, it's me, prince po\n Old school flowing, rolling thick with the o\n R-g-a-n-i-z-e-d, peace to the pioneers that made a way for me\n To mc, and tear the roof off the mother, brother\n So back on the underground because we love you smother\n Wack mc's, like gravy on chicken\n Hope some of the homeless say that our jams is kickin\n Stickin flavor, in your grill piece\n Pickin fat loops for troops to bop to, when time is ticking\n Winding up, here comes the pitch\n Prince po throws strictly fast flows with no specific type of niche\n But sometimes you gotta slow down the flow\n Blow up the spot and let the whole world know\n Here comes the prince po with another funky intro\n Something to parlay with and ease the mental\n Our instrumentals are too much for the average fan\n So I bring the jamacian funk (uh!) that's what it is\n I am too dope, too fat, organized konfusion is back\n That's with a \"k\" black, get the fly exact stack\n The money, start the party cause 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Instead of doing crimes\nNineteen eighty-six to nineteen eighty-nine\nOrganized Konfusion, did not, get, signed\nBut we will soon one day, until then\nI return at twelve at noon on the track, Black Sunday\n\nChorus:\n\nLawd, help me out-ah\nWe gotta get together\nWe gotta Organize\nNo matter the weather\nIt's a Black Sunday\n\n(Prince Poetry)\nYeah, remember losing a loved one, lawwwd help us to make it over\nDelete the pork cigarettes and forty-nine cent soda\nWe came a long way and I'm still runnin for my freedom\nStill have one hundred miles to go, escape from the\nCrack villllles, so, you can feed that baby\nI used to ride the elevator with the crazy lady\nI year later I made demo cassettes with the Monch\nAnd? Tastik? was on the fader, rhymes ran out quick so I\nEncouraged Monch to start writing rhymes\nAnd Mrs. J cooked dinner then we came into same hard times\nSour contract shouldn't have been on the plate\nTwo apes escaped, back to L.A. with our demo tape\nThe state of mind I was in since Paul Sea died is that\nI gotta get mines, representin 40 projects so I'm\nAll-in, gotta make papes and all that\nClose my own record deal cause I can't fall for that\nOld snake shit, hissin in the grass\nFor the cash, little cents, intuition listen\nIf you're missin my money, my fist you will be kissin\nDang... I don't even understand\n\nChorus:\n\nLord, help me out now\nWe gotta get together\nWe gotta Organize\nNo matter the weather\nIt's a Black Sunday\n\nOutro:\n\nCheck it out\nLike to say whassup to my whole herd\nLike to say rest in peace to my man? 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Instead of doing crimes\n[01:02.50] Nineteen eighty-six to nineteen eighty-nine\n[01:04.38] Organized Konfusion, did not, get, signed\n[01:08.03] But we will soon one day, until then\n[01:10.76] I return at twelve at noon on the track, Black Sunday\n[01:13.46] Chorus:\n[01:15.21] Lawd, help me out-ah\n[01:16.19] We gotta get together\n[01:18.83] We gotta Organize\n[01:21.52] No matter the weather\n[01:24.37] It's a Black Sunday\n[01:26.12] (Prince Poetry)\n[01:28.83] Yeah, remember losing a loved one, lawwwd help us to make it over\n[01:33.44] Delete the pork cigarettes and forty-nine cent soda\n[01:36.13] We came a long way and I'm still runnin for my freedom\n[01:38.89] Still have one hundred miles to go, escape from the\n[01:41.69] Crack villllles, so, you can feed that baby\n[01:44.39] I used to ride the elevator with the crazy lady\n[01:47.06] I year later I made demo cassettes with the Monch\n[01:49.76] And? Tastik? was on the fader, rhymes ran out quick so I\n[01:52.43] Encouraged Monch to start writing rhymes\n[01:55.14] And Mrs. J cooked dinner then we came into same hard times\n[01:58.84] Sour contract shouldn't have been on the plate\n[02:00.62] Two apes escaped, back to L.A. with our demo tape\n[02:04.37] The state of mind I was in since Paul Sea died is that\n[02:06.18] I gotta get mines, representin 40 projects so I'm\n[02:09.80] All-in, gotta make papes and all that\n[02:12.54] Close my own record deal cause I can't fall for that\n[02:15.20] Old snake shit, hissin in the grass\n[02:17.98] For the cash, little cents, intuition listen\n[02:20.66] If you're missin my money, my fist you will be kissin\n[02:22.57] Dang... I don't even understand\n[02:26.18] Chorus:\n[02:27.03] Lord, help me out now\n[02:28.80] We gotta get together\n[02:31.53] We gotta Organize\n[02:34.30] No matter the weather\n[02:37.02] It's a Black Sunday\n[02:38.93] Outro:\n[02:47.94] Check it out\n[02:48.84] Like to say whassup to my whole herd\n[02:51.51] Like to say rest in peace to my man? Dilu?\n[02:54.26] And rest in peace to my man Juice\n[02:56.08] Three strikes\n[02:57.86] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Black Sunday\n artist: Organized Konfusion\n album: 'Stress: The Extinction Agenda'\n duration_ms: 191000\n instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Lawd, help me out now\n start_ms: 980\n end_ms: 2710\n- text: We gotta get together\n start_ms: 2710\n end_ms: 5470\n- text: We gotta Organize\n start_ms: 5470\n end_ms: 8110\n- text: No matter the weather\n start_ms: 8110\n end_ms: 10950\n- text: It's a Black Sunday, hey.\n start_ms: 10950\n end_ms: 12740\n- text: (Pharoahe Monch)\n start_ms: 12740\n end_ms: 17250\n- text: I used to watch my grandmother catch the Holy Ghost in church\n start_ms: 17250\n end_ms: 20870\n- text: For her soul she would search\n start_ms: 20870\n end_ms: 22770\n- text: Five years later now I'm off to work\n start_ms: 22770\n end_ms: 25440\n- text: In a department store, I'm foldin pants and shirts-ah\n start_ms: 25440\n end_ms: 29070\n- text: At the end of the week-ah, lawd\n start_ms: 29070\n end_ms: 30870\n- text: Just enough loot to put some cheap sneakers on my feet\n start_ms: 30870\n end_ms: 34480\n- text: That's when I made a promise to my momma I said\n start_ms: 34480\n end_ms: 37130\n- text: '\"I betcha you see me at the Apollo one day and I''ma.'\n start_ms: 37130\n end_ms: 39830\n- text: Be kickin that fat funk shit;\n start_ms: 39830\n end_ms: 42680\n- text: Black, mackadocious -- speakers in the back trunk shit\"\n start_ms: 42680\n end_ms: 46260\n- text: Cause the boss is boss and need is costing me\n start_ms: 46260\n end_ms: 48920\n- text: To miss classes and I feel he spoke to me\n start_ms: 48920\n end_ms: 51670\n- text: To be a jackass in the future; then, who's gonna shoot ya?\n start_ms: 51670\n end_ms: 56220\n- text: At this point in my life is where I chose to write rhymes.\n start_ms: 56220\n end_ms: 59860\n- text: . Instead of doing crimes\n start_ms: 59860\n end_ms: 62500\n- text: Nineteen eighty-six to nineteen eighty-nine\n start_ms: 62500\n end_ms: 64380\n- text: Organized Konfusion, did not, get, signed\n start_ms: 64380\n end_ms: 68030\n- text: But we will soon one day, until then\n start_ms: 68030\n end_ms: 70760\n- text: I return at twelve at noon on the track, Black Sunday\n start_ms: 70760\n end_ms: 73460\n- text: 'Chorus:'\n start_ms: 73460\n end_ms: 75210\n- text: Lawd, help me out-ah\n start_ms: 75210\n end_ms: 76190\n- text: We gotta get together\n start_ms: 76190\n end_ms: 78830\n- text: We gotta Organize\n start_ms: 78830\n end_ms: 81520\n- text: No matter the weather\n start_ms: 81520\n end_ms: 84370\n- text: It's a Black Sunday\n start_ms: 84370\n end_ms: 86120\n- text: (Prince Poetry)\n start_ms: 86120\n end_ms: 88830\n- text: Yeah, remember losing a loved one, lawwwd help us to make it over\n start_ms: 88830\n end_ms: 93440\n- text: Delete the pork cigarettes and forty-nine cent soda\n start_ms: 93440\n end_ms: 96130\n- text: We came a long way and I'm still runnin for my freedom\n start_ms: 96130\n end_ms: 98890\n- text: Still have one hundred miles to go, escape from the\n start_ms: 98890\n end_ms: 101690\n- text: Crack villllles, so, you can feed that baby\n start_ms: 101690\n end_ms: 104390\n- text: I used to ride the elevator with the crazy lady\n start_ms: 104390\n end_ms: 107060\n- text: I year later I made demo cassettes with the Monch\n start_ms: 107060\n end_ms: 109760\n- text: And? 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I don't even understand\n start_ms: 142570\n end_ms: 146180\n- text: 'Chorus:'\n start_ms: 146180\n end_ms: 147030\n- text: Lord, help me out now\n start_ms: 147030\n end_ms: 148800\n- text: We gotta get together\n start_ms: 148800\n end_ms: 151530\n- text: We gotta Organize\n start_ms: 151530\n end_ms: 154300\n- text: No matter the weather\n start_ms: 154300\n end_ms: 157020\n- text: It's a Black Sunday\n start_ms: 157020\n end_ms: 158930\n- text: 'Outro:'\n start_ms: 158930\n end_ms: 167940\n- text: Check it out\n start_ms: 167940\n end_ms: 168840\n- text: Like to say whassup to my whole herd\n start_ms: 168840\n end_ms: 171510\n- text: Like to say rest in peace to my man? Dilu?\n start_ms: 171510\n end_ms: 174260\n- text: And rest in peace to my man Juice\n start_ms: 174260\n end_ms: 176080\n- text: Three strikes\n start_ms: 176080\n end_ms: 177860\n- text: ''\n start_ms: 177860\nplain: |-\n Lawd, help me out now\n We gotta get together\n We gotta Organize\n No matter the weather\n It's a Black Sunday, hey.\n\n (Pharoahe Monch)\n I used to watch my grandmother catch the Holy Ghost in church\n For her soul she would search\n Five years later now I'm off to work\n In a department store, I'm foldin pants and shirts-ah\n At the end of the week-ah, lawd\n Just enough loot to put some cheap sneakers on my feet\n That's when I made a promise to my momma I said\n \"I betcha you see me at the Apollo one day and I'ma.\n Be kickin that fat funk shit;\n Black, mackadocious -- speakers in the back trunk shit\"\n Cause the boss is boss and need is costing me\n To miss classes and I feel he spoke to me\n To be a jackass in the future; then, who's gonna shoot ya?\n At this point in my life is where I chose to write rhymes.\n . Instead of doing crimes\n Nineteen eighty-six to nineteen eighty-nine\n Organized Konfusion, did not, get, signed\n But we will soon one day, until then\n I return at twelve at noon on the track, Black Sunday\n\n Chorus:\n\n Lawd, help me out-ah\n We gotta get together\n We gotta Organize\n No matter the weather\n It's a Black Sunday\n\n (Prince Poetry)\n Yeah, remember losing a loved one, lawwwd help us to make it over\n Delete the pork cigarettes and forty-nine cent soda\n We came a long way and I'm still runnin for my freedom\n Still have one hundred miles to go, escape from the\n Crack villllles, so, you can feed that baby\n I used to ride the elevator with the crazy lady\n I year later I made demo cassettes with the Monch\n And? Tastik? was on the fader, rhymes ran out quick so I\n Encouraged Monch to start writing rhymes\n And Mrs. J cooked dinner then we came into same hard times\n Sour contract shouldn't have been on the plate\n Two apes escaped, back to L.A. with our demo tape\n The state of mind I was in since Paul Sea died is that\n I gotta get mines, representin 40 projects so I'm\n All-in, gotta make papes and all that\n Close my own record deal cause I can't fall for that\n Old snake shit, hissin in the grass\n For the cash, little cents, intuition listen\n If you're missin my money, my fist you will be kissin\n Dang... I don't even understand\n\n Chorus:\n\n Lord, help me out now\n We gotta get together\n We gotta Organize\n No matter the weather\n It's a Black Sunday\n\n Outro:\n\n Check it out\n Like to say whassup to my whole herd\n Like to say rest in peace to my man? 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letting you know this is organized\nWe got the crew in the house,\nAnd we definitely representin for the masses\nSo my man pharoahe monch gon' step to mic\nLet you know what time it is\nWe gon-na do it like this, check it out\n\n[pharoahe monch]\nHelp me out, to my peeps in queens, clap your hands\nTo my peeps in brooklyn, clab your hands\nTo my people in the bronx, clap your hands\nTo my peeps uptown, clap your hands\nIt's three strikes, two tokes, one time for the mind\nThree strikes, two tokes, one time for your mind\nThree strikes, two tokes, and one time for the mind\nThree stickes, two tokes, and one time...\n\nSurprisssssse! huh, open your eyes up, when I rise, huh\nPharoahe monch I got skills for the wise!\nDumb, deaf, and blind you know it's time to organize\nI'm flippin and rippin a style for the boys who wanna get wild\nFor the old and young, the golden child\nI be the man with the gift of gab like santa\nCatchin - stacks of beats, from here to atlanta\nRuah! what you say little weasel?\nCan't block the foul if the style's cock diesel\nI feel like busting loose\nWith the style that I produce to get juice from a troops\nBlack kojack, better than beretta\nAny veteran knows the medicine man is better\nNever sweat a girl that's inside of a jetta\nI just let her pass by with a wink to the eye\nIt's the m-o-n-c-h, i, g-a-i\nThe greatest rapper you ever heard please won't you relate my\nMessage to my critics, get it when you rewind\nIt's three strikes, two tokes, one time for the mind\n\nIt's three strikes, two tokes two times for the mind (repeat 8x)\n\n[prince poetry]\nCheck who gets wreck, it's me, prince po\nOld school flowing, rolling thick with the o\nR-g-a-n-i-z-e-d, peace to the pioneers that made a way for me\nTo mc, and tear the roof off the mother, brother\nSo back on the underground because we love you smother\nWack mc's, like gravy on chicken\nHope some of the homeless say that our jams is kickin\nStickin flavor, in your grill piece\nPickin fat loops for troops to bop to, when time is ticking\nWinding up, here comes the pitch\nPrince po throws strictly fast flows with no specific type of niche\nBut sometimes you gotta slow down the flow\nBlow up the spot and let the whole world know\nHere comes the prince po with another funky intro\nSomething to parlay with and ease the mental\nOur instrumentals are too much for the average fan\nSo I bring the jamacian funk (uh!) that's what it is\nI am too dope, too fat, organized konfusion is back\nThat's with a \"k\" black, get the fly exact stack\nThe money, start the party cause organzied don't play that!\n\nIt's three strikes, two tokes two times for the mind (repeat 8x)","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: 3‐2‐1\n artist: Organized Konfusion\n album: Stress (The Extinction Agenda)\n duration_ms: 200000\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n [prince poetry]\n Yo check it out, we gonna do it like this for the '93 flava\n Know what I'm saying? letting you know this is organized\n We got the crew in the house,\n And we definitely representin for the masses\n So my man pharoahe monch gon' step to mic\n Let you know what time it is\n We gon-na do it like this, check it out\n\n [pharoahe monch]\n Help me out, to my peeps in queens, clap your hands\n To my peeps in brooklyn, clab your hands\n To my people in the bronx, clap your hands\n To my peeps uptown, clap your hands\n It's three strikes, two tokes, one time for the mind\n Three strikes, two tokes, one time for your mind\n Three strikes, two tokes, and one time for the mind\n Three stickes, two tokes, and one time...\n\n Surprisssssse! huh, open your eyes up, when I rise, huh\n Pharoahe monch I got skills for the wise!\n Dumb, deaf, and blind you know it's time to organize\n I'm flippin and rippin a style for the boys who wanna get wild\n For the old and young, the golden child\n I be the man with the gift of gab like santa\n Catchin - stacks of beats, from here to atlanta\n Ruah! what you say little weasel?\n Can't block the foul if the style's cock diesel\n I feel like busting loose\n With the style that I produce to get juice from a troops\n Black kojack, better than beretta\n Any veteran knows the medicine man is better\n Never sweat a girl that's inside of a jetta\n I just let her pass by with a wink to the eye\n It's the m-o-n-c-h, i, g-a-i\n The greatest rapper you ever heard please won't you relate my\n Message to my critics, get it when you rewind\n It's three strikes, two tokes, one time for the mind\n\n It's three strikes, two tokes two times for the mind (repeat 8x)\n\n [prince poetry]\n Check who gets wreck, it's me, prince po\n Old school flowing, rolling thick with the o\n R-g-a-n-i-z-e-d, peace to the pioneers that made a way for me\n To mc, and tear the roof off the mother, brother\n So back on the underground because we love you smother\n Wack mc's, like gravy on chicken\n Hope some of the homeless say that our jams is kickin\n Stickin flavor, in your grill piece\n Pickin fat loops for troops to bop to, when time is ticking\n Winding up, here comes the pitch\n Prince po throws strictly fast flows with no specific type of niche\n But sometimes you gotta slow down the flow\n Blow up the spot and let the whole world know\n Here comes the prince po with another funky intro\n Something to parlay with and ease the mental\n Our instrumentals are too much for the average fan\n So I bring the jamacian funk (uh!) that's what it is\n I am too dope, too fat, organized konfusion is back\n That's with a \"k\" black, get the fly exact stack\n The money, start the party cause organzied don't play that!\n\n It's three strikes, two tokes two times for the mind (repeat 8x)\n"},{"id":31649235,"name":"Black Sunday","trackName":"Black Sunday","artistName":"Organized Konfusion","albumName":"Stress (The Extinction Agenda)","duration":195.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Lawd, help me out now\nWe gotta get together\nWe gotta Organize\nNo matter the weather\nIt's a Black Sunday, hey.\n\n(Pharoahe Monch)\nI used to watch my grandmother catch the Holy Ghost in church\nFor her soul she would search\nFive years later now I'm off to work\nIn a department store, I'm foldin pants and shirts-ah\nAt the end of the week-ah, lawd\nJust enough loot to put some cheap sneakers on my feet\nThat's when I made a promise to my momma I said\n\"I betcha you see me at the Apollo one day and I'ma.\nBe kickin that fat funk shit;\nBlack, mackadocious -- speakers in the back trunk shit\"\nCause the boss is boss and need is costing me\nTo miss classes and I feel he spoke to me\nTo be a jackass in the future; then, who's gonna shoot ya?\nAt this point in my life is where I chose to write rhymes.\n. Instead of doing crimes\nNineteen eighty-six to nineteen eighty-nine\nOrganized Konfusion, did not, get, signed\nBut we will soon one day, until then\nI return at twelve at noon on the track, Black Sunday\n\nChorus:\n\nLawd, help me out-ah\nWe gotta get together\nWe gotta Organize\nNo matter the weather\nIt's a Black Sunday\n\n(Prince Poetry)\nYeah, remember losing a loved one, lawwwd help us to make it over\nDelete the pork cigarettes and forty-nine cent soda\nWe came a long way and I'm still runnin for my freedom\nStill have one hundred miles to go, escape from the\nCrack villllles, so, you can feed that baby\nI used to ride the elevator with the crazy lady\nI year later I made demo cassettes with the Monch\nAnd? Tastik? was on the fader, rhymes ran out quick so I\nEncouraged Monch to start writing rhymes\nAnd Mrs. J cooked dinner then we came into same hard times\nSour contract shouldn't have been on the plate\nTwo apes escaped, back to L.A. with our demo tape\nThe state of mind I was in since Paul Sea died is that\nI gotta get mines, representin 40 projects so I'm\nAll-in, gotta make papes and all that\nClose my own record deal cause I can't fall for that\nOld snake shit, hissin in the grass\nFor the cash, little cents, intuition listen\nIf you're missin my money, my fist you will be kissin\nDang... I don't even understand\n\nChorus:\n\nLord, help me out now\nWe gotta get together\nWe gotta Organize\nNo matter the weather\nIt's a Black Sunday\n\nOutro:\n\nCheck it out\nLike to say whassup to my whole herd\nLike to say rest in peace to my man? Dilu?\nAnd rest in peace to my man Juice\nThree strikes","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.98] Lawd, help me out now\n[00:02.71] We gotta get together\n[00:05.47] We gotta Organize\n[00:08.11] No matter the weather\n[00:10.95] It's a Black Sunday, hey.\n[00:12.74] (Pharoahe Monch)\n[00:17.25] I used to watch my grandmother catch the Holy Ghost in church\n[00:20.87] For her soul she would search\n[00:22.77] Five years later now I'm off to work\n[00:25.44] In a department store, I'm foldin pants and shirts-ah\n[00:29.07] At the end of the week-ah, lawd\n[00:30.87] Just enough loot to put some cheap sneakers on my feet\n[00:34.48] That's when I made a promise to my momma I said\n[00:37.13] \"I betcha you see me at the Apollo one day and I'ma.\n[00:39.83] Be kickin that fat funk shit;\n[00:42.68] Black, mackadocious -- speakers in the back trunk shit\"\n[00:46.26] Cause the boss is boss and need is costing me\n[00:48.92] To miss classes and I feel he spoke to me\n[00:51.67] To be a jackass in the future; then, who's gonna shoot ya?\n[00:56.22] At this point in my life is where I chose to write rhymes.\n[00:59.86] . Instead of doing crimes\n[01:02.50] Nineteen eighty-six to nineteen eighty-nine\n[01:04.38] Organized Konfusion, did not, get, signed\n[01:08.03] But we will soon one day, until then\n[01:10.76] I return at twelve at noon on the track, Black Sunday\n[01:13.46] Chorus:\n[01:15.21] Lawd, help me out-ah\n[01:16.19] We gotta get together\n[01:18.83] We gotta Organize\n[01:21.52] No matter the weather\n[01:24.37] It's a Black Sunday\n[01:26.12] (Prince Poetry)\n[01:28.83] Yeah, remember losing a loved one, lawwwd help us to make it over\n[01:33.44] Delete the pork cigarettes and forty-nine cent soda\n[01:36.13] We came a long way and I'm still runnin for my freedom\n[01:38.89] Still have one hundred miles to go, escape from the\n[01:41.69] Crack villllles, so, you can feed that baby\n[01:44.39] I used to ride the elevator with the crazy lady\n[01:47.06] I year later I made demo cassettes with the Monch\n[01:49.76] And? Tastik? was on the fader, rhymes ran out quick so I\n[01:52.43] Encouraged Monch to start writing rhymes\n[01:55.14] And Mrs. J cooked dinner then we came into same hard times\n[01:58.84] Sour contract shouldn't have been on the plate\n[02:00.62] Two apes escaped, back to L.A. with our demo tape\n[02:04.37] The state of mind I was in since Paul Sea died is that\n[02:06.18] I gotta get mines, representin 40 projects so I'm\n[02:09.80] All-in, gotta make papes and all that\n[02:12.54] Close my own record deal cause I can't fall for that\n[02:15.20] Old snake shit, hissin in the grass\n[02:17.98] For the cash, little cents, intuition listen\n[02:20.66] If you're missin my money, my fist you will be kissin\n[02:22.57] Dang... I don't even understand\n[02:26.18] Chorus:\n[02:27.03] Lord, help me out now\n[02:28.80] We gotta get together\n[02:31.53] We gotta Organize\n[02:34.30] No matter the weather\n[02:37.02] It's a Black Sunday\n[02:38.93] Outro:\n[02:47.94] Check it out\n[02:48.84] Like to say whassup to my whole herd\n[02:51.51] Like to say rest in peace to my man? Dilu?\n[02:54.26] And rest in peace to my man Juice\n[02:56.08] Three strikes\n[02:57.86] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Black Sunday\n artist: Organized Konfusion\n album: Stress (The Extinction Agenda)\n duration_ms: 195000\n instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Lawd, help me out now\n start_ms: 980\n end_ms: 2710\n- text: We gotta get together\n start_ms: 2710\n end_ms: 5470\n- text: We gotta Organize\n start_ms: 5470\n end_ms: 8110\n- text: No matter the weather\n start_ms: 8110\n end_ms: 10950\n- text: It's a Black Sunday, hey.\n start_ms: 10950\n end_ms: 12740\n- text: (Pharoahe Monch)\n start_ms: 12740\n end_ms: 17250\n- text: I used to watch my grandmother catch the Holy Ghost in church\n start_ms: 17250\n end_ms: 20870\n- text: For her soul she would search\n start_ms: 20870\n end_ms: 22770\n- text: Five years later now I'm off to work\n start_ms: 22770\n end_ms: 25440\n- text: In a department store, I'm foldin pants and shirts-ah\n start_ms: 25440\n end_ms: 29070\n- text: At the end of the week-ah, lawd\n start_ms: 29070\n end_ms: 30870\n- text: Just enough loot to put some cheap sneakers on my feet\n start_ms: 30870\n end_ms: 34480\n- text: That's when I made a promise to my momma I said\n start_ms: 34480\n end_ms: 37130\n- text: '\"I betcha you see me at the Apollo one day and I''ma.'\n start_ms: 37130\n end_ms: 39830\n- text: Be kickin that fat funk shit;\n start_ms: 39830\n end_ms: 42680\n- text: Black, mackadocious -- speakers in the back trunk shit\"\n start_ms: 42680\n end_ms: 46260\n- text: Cause the boss is boss and need is costing me\n start_ms: 46260\n end_ms: 48920\n- text: To miss classes and I feel he spoke to me\n start_ms: 48920\n end_ms: 51670\n- text: To be a jackass in the future; then, who's gonna shoot ya?\n start_ms: 51670\n end_ms: 56220\n- text: At this point in my life is where I chose to write rhymes.\n start_ms: 56220\n end_ms: 59860\n- text: . Instead of doing crimes\n start_ms: 59860\n end_ms: 62500\n- text: Nineteen eighty-six to nineteen eighty-nine\n start_ms: 62500\n end_ms: 64380\n- text: Organized Konfusion, did not, get, signed\n start_ms: 64380\n end_ms: 68030\n- text: But we will soon one day, until then\n start_ms: 68030\n end_ms: 70760\n- text: I return at twelve at noon on the track, Black Sunday\n start_ms: 70760\n end_ms: 73460\n- text: 'Chorus:'\n start_ms: 73460\n end_ms: 75210\n- text: Lawd, help me out-ah\n start_ms: 75210\n end_ms: 76190\n- text: We gotta get together\n start_ms: 76190\n end_ms: 78830\n- text: We gotta Organize\n start_ms: 78830\n end_ms: 81520\n- text: No matter the weather\n start_ms: 81520\n end_ms: 84370\n- text: It's a Black Sunday\n start_ms: 84370\n end_ms: 86120\n- text: (Prince Poetry)\n start_ms: 86120\n end_ms: 88830\n- text: Yeah, remember losing a loved one, lawwwd help us to make it over\n start_ms: 88830\n end_ms: 93440\n- text: Delete the pork cigarettes and forty-nine cent soda\n start_ms: 93440\n end_ms: 96130\n- text: We came a long way and I'm still runnin for my freedom\n start_ms: 96130\n end_ms: 98890\n- text: Still have one hundred miles to go, escape from the\n start_ms: 98890\n end_ms: 101690\n- text: Crack villllles, so, you can feed that baby\n start_ms: 101690\n end_ms: 104390\n- text: I used to ride the elevator with the crazy lady\n start_ms: 104390\n end_ms: 107060\n- text: I year later I made demo cassettes with the Monch\n start_ms: 107060\n end_ms: 109760\n- text: And? Tastik? was on the fader, rhymes ran out quick so I\n start_ms: 109760\n end_ms: 112430\n- text: Encouraged Monch to start writing rhymes\n start_ms: 112430\n end_ms: 115140\n- text: And Mrs. J cooked dinner then we came into same hard times\n start_ms: 115140\n end_ms: 118840\n- text: Sour contract shouldn't have been on the plate\n start_ms: 118840\n end_ms: 120620\n- text: Two apes escaped, back to L.A. with our demo tape\n start_ms: 120620\n end_ms: 124370\n- text: The state of mind I was in since Paul Sea died is that\n start_ms: 124370\n end_ms: 126180\n- text: I gotta get mines, representin 40 projects so I'm\n start_ms: 126180\n end_ms: 129800\n- text: All-in, gotta make papes and all that\n start_ms: 129800\n end_ms: 132540\n- text: Close my own record deal cause I can't fall for that\n start_ms: 132540\n end_ms: 135200\n- text: Old snake shit, hissin in the grass\n start_ms: 135200\n end_ms: 137980\n- text: For the cash, little cents, intuition listen\n start_ms: 137980\n end_ms: 140660\n- text: If you're missin my money, my fist you will be kissin\n start_ms: 140660\n end_ms: 142570\n- text: Dang... I don't even understand\n start_ms: 142570\n end_ms: 146180\n- text: 'Chorus:'\n start_ms: 146180\n end_ms: 147030\n- text: Lord, help me out now\n start_ms: 147030\n end_ms: 148800\n- text: We gotta get together\n start_ms: 148800\n end_ms: 151530\n- text: We gotta Organize\n start_ms: 151530\n end_ms: 154300\n- text: No matter the weather\n start_ms: 154300\n end_ms: 157020\n- text: It's a Black Sunday\n start_ms: 157020\n end_ms: 158930\n- text: 'Outro:'\n start_ms: 158930\n end_ms: 167940\n- text: Check it out\n start_ms: 167940\n end_ms: 168840\n- text: Like to say whassup to my whole herd\n start_ms: 168840\n end_ms: 171510\n- text: Like to say rest in peace to my man? Dilu?\n start_ms: 171510\n end_ms: 174260\n- text: And rest in peace to my man Juice\n start_ms: 174260\n end_ms: 176080\n- text: Three strikes\n start_ms: 176080\n end_ms: 177860\n- text: ''\n start_ms: 177860\nplain: |-\n Lawd, help me out now\n We gotta get together\n We gotta Organize\n No matter the weather\n It's a Black Sunday, hey.\n\n (Pharoahe Monch)\n I used to watch my grandmother catch the Holy Ghost in church\n For her soul she would search\n Five years later now I'm off to work\n In a department store, I'm foldin pants and shirts-ah\n At the end of the week-ah, lawd\n Just enough loot to put some cheap sneakers on my feet\n That's when I made a promise to my momma I said\n \"I betcha you see me at the Apollo one day and I'ma.\n Be kickin that fat funk shit;\n Black, mackadocious -- speakers in the back trunk shit\"\n Cause the boss is boss and need is costing me\n To miss classes and I feel he spoke to me\n To be a jackass in the future; then, who's gonna shoot ya?\n At this point in my life is where I chose to write rhymes.\n . Instead of doing crimes\n Nineteen eighty-six to nineteen eighty-nine\n Organized Konfusion, did not, get, signed\n But we will soon one day, until then\n I return at twelve at noon on the track, Black Sunday\n\n Chorus:\n\n Lawd, help me out-ah\n We gotta get together\n We gotta Organize\n No matter the weather\n It's a Black Sunday\n\n (Prince Poetry)\n Yeah, remember losing a loved one, lawwwd help us to make it over\n Delete the pork cigarettes and forty-nine cent soda\n We came a long way and I'm still runnin for my freedom\n Still have one hundred miles to go, escape from the\n Crack villllles, so, you can feed that baby\n I used to ride the elevator with the crazy lady\n I year later I made demo cassettes with the Monch\n And? Tastik? was on the fader, rhymes ran out quick so I\n Encouraged Monch to start writing rhymes\n And Mrs. J cooked dinner then we came into same hard times\n Sour contract shouldn't have been on the plate\n Two apes escaped, back to L.A. with our demo tape\n The state of mind I was in since Paul Sea died is that\n I gotta get mines, representin 40 projects so I'm\n All-in, gotta make papes and all that\n Close my own record deal cause I can't fall for that\n Old snake shit, hissin in the grass\n For the cash, little cents, intuition listen\n If you're missin my money, my fist you will be kissin\n Dang... I don't even understand\n\n Chorus:\n\n Lord, help me out now\n We gotta get together\n We gotta Organize\n No matter the weather\n It's a Black Sunday\n\n Outro:\n\n Check it out\n Like to say whassup to my whole herd\n Like to say rest in peace to my man? Dilu?\n And rest in peace to my man Juice\n Three strikes\n"}]