to be there to see the eyes of my baby girl Born into the world of chaos, money, AIDS and violence Silence breaks my concentration in my private world Organize, organize
shoes without completely losing patience racing thoughts no hunger can't sleep can't remember what day it is incessant need to organize overwhelmed
new breed of leaders Stand up, organize It's introduction of a new breed of leaders Stand up, organize It's introduction of a new breed of leaders Stand up, organize
is gorged with sanguineous muco-sputter, Not yet complete curtailing your anatomy, I delve to the heart of the matter... Exhuming your entrails, Discarded organs
Night, be to cold Who shall save the human race, none Six thousand, erase Replace Replace, replace Replace, replace Replace, replace Replace Here in by now, was so organized
you destroy yoursevles, defeat yourselves, Burn yourselves and kill yourselves We'll put a McDonald's on every street That's where you'll work, that'
best, come with a gun You can't fuck with the tongue or the way the song is sung By Lateef and Blackalicious we keep it fat, delicious Complete and grant
loudly Setting more of the deceased The auctioneer shrieks as the bidding escalates Unsold limbs lay on the selling block awaiting their fate Vital organs in working
work was the same thing as a priceless painting // Never mattered to him the art galleries hated him // Cause Thomas Kinkade called and said he would take ten // Complete
I am now complete... How could I have possibly existed like this before? Such an unproductive method of being. Stripped of all surplus, all that is needed
up Kill you again and again, can't stop or won't stop Til I squeeze your body into a dot Very rarely do I break up the work you can't make up Stains so
adrenaline, elevate organically Escaping out of milk crates with modern-day tragedies Of lost verse, or crews you coulda looped first But refuse to do the work
a gun You cant fuck with the tongue or the way the song is sung By lateef and blackalicious we keep it fat, delicious Complete and grant your wishes
gorged with sanguineous muco-sputter, Not yet complete curtailing your anatomy, I delve to the heart of the matter... Exhuming your entrails, Discarded organs
Starr, Organized Konfusion, a lot of names But around '99 everything changed The Internet blew up Fans turned to rappers Rookies swore to God they was microphone masters Complete
end you can say like Paul that I've kept the Faith You see the way is hard Cause narrow is the Gate And those who find it are few I'm praying you Complete
'll begin at the throat and work my way down Put aside each and every organ I am moving towards becoming-inhuman I will not be an organism I've had it
