Whether you Latin, Black or Anglo-Saxon I'll smack you wit' a backhand That crack your back like chiropractors after lookin' at your catscan In between albums
getting snubbed... what dumb luck, what dumb luck." 'so rub it in... in your dumb lyrics. Yeah, that's the time and place to wring out your bullshit. And each album
confession, And songs that recognize our sick obsessions. Sing along- I'm on the ugly organ again. Sing along- I'm on the ugly organ, so lets begin.
hymns of confession And songs that recognize our sick obsessions Sing along I'm on the ugly organ again Sing along I'm on the ugly organ So let's begin
of confession, and songs that recognize our sick obsessions Sing along i'm on the ugly organ again Sing along I'm on the ugly organ so let's begin There
And remember another night When Mama played the organ, And we turned off all the lights And we all stood around her And sang Silent Night The organ
The Box' Slick Rick 'Children's Story' Don't underestimate the reach Here comes that city brother who lives by the beach Defari, work for Likwit organize
No matter you Braveheart or shook You can catch a bottle from the right, tap to the left Kicks to the mids relieving you of breath I seen it done sloppy, seen it organized
because I haven't got a clue? Yo why is it my man? I was about to ask you Why do conceptual song structures cramp my style and hand alike? Why do organized
cubes My tracks pump like blood pumping through iv tubes* The human body gore who the fuck created it? Veins and brains are insane it's some* creative shit Satanic organs
* ironically, this is the second-to-last song on the album [prince poetry] Lemon to a lime, lime to a lemon Confusin the men-tabolism in men and women
Men fall hard who walk on stilts and stand on soapboxes, may gravity forgive me my long legs. for those who trumpet blazenly are made to teeth aluminum
And we're the best that bust and best at touching the mic I mean I like how y'all do (thank you) But we on some new next level complexity, tarzan telepathy, organic
morceau, deuxieme album, premier sang Medine Records pas Made in Taiwan Venus du sud pour le nord immigration de number one Introspection c'est le chant de l'innocent Premier morceau, deuxieme album
Vast Aire Vs. mother reminder And that's my b-boy alpha numeric vagina diner amalgam Chick screamed so loud I could hear it on my last album! (on info
street name was Henry the Saint Staten Island's where your crib was at Park Hill project was your outlet You was a target Or organized outfit Not by the
[Intro:] Transmitting Live From Sector 3 L.B.C. [Verse 1:] Everybody On The Streets Waiting For My Album The Shit Never Dropped People Askin Me How Come
view the city's a heart The red and white blood cells are the lights on cars From that distance look down and observe my lyrics The atmospheres of organism