Ow! Ow! don't fret precious I'm here step away from the window, and go back to sleep. safe from pain, and truth, and choice and other poison devils
time, just form a single line A lot of MC's like to talk 'bout they self A first-grade topic, I think you need help How many time on one album can you
a kick drum Turn it up loud and listen to the rhythm run Whenever I'm feelin bad, angry or upset I grab a cassette, and pop it in the tape deck Album
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
wrote my rhymes in a hour Took the D to the E, last stop the Twin Towers Sittin' in the belly of the beast In the World Trade Organization, bein' harassed
make that three 'cuz I don't wanna hear you whine Swine, got my folks blind, like Stevie, me be Wonderin' when I'm gonna see the end Andre 'gain slammin' backs like King acts Over organized
long Lugers lethally lullabying losers (M!) Maneuvers, made miraculously, microphone majesty Music messiah mastered money makin mathematically (N!) Naturally negative, Notorious, Naughty Nature Nasty New York nigga narcotic negotiator (O!) Observator, oppression obstructin originator Organized
just in case You forgot about the face, flash that camera At the all-time great, slight paranoid Fuck toys consistent, fluent slang pediment It's the magnificent, first album
to Terry Gibbs on the vibe Gary Burton and album archives Like Donald Byrd George Duke and Lee Morgan Shirley Scott, Groove Holmes and Jimmy Smith up on the organ
and roundhouse him Duct tape his mouth then, put a pound to his gut and force him to play five cuts off the up-and-comin album Just the way I planned
you cannot have, you are in reach... you shout without a response, cry without tears, are afraid without fear... This song is stylewise similar to ones from the previous album
noise in the background I'm mad green right now, it's a biodiesel generator I'm using it to run the computer studio for the recording of this album I
that can happen It will, it will, it will, it will, it will Organized Noize, let's do it, kick it off, c'mon Cool Breeze, young Gotti, Organized Noize
t see the beast into my inner soul ah Welcome to my building, come and meet the newest owner Out a coma, I'm a different type of organ donor Different
's an insult. You've fallen for it. It feels like your own. It's your anthem, as jaded as its source. The anemic. The pale, the sullen. An albumí
is Brasil Na Baixada - one of the most violent and dangerous places in Rio de Janeiro Pais porrada - hardcore country Brasil, Pais Porrada As torcidas - organized
Call the news, I?ll kill your reporters Start a lawsuit, I?ll kill your lawyers Fuck the soft shit an' fuck what y?all think My album?s gold 'cause my album
unannounced shit Catch the dj off guard and roundhouse him Duct tape his mouth then, put a pound to his gut And force him to play 5 cuts off the up and coming album
