Lyrics:
Organ La Passion

They didn't control you And so they stole you Away with the media And now they're feeding you Out to the masses Now you're watered down and passive Today

down there give a yell" but he didn't hear a yell And so the search went on Everybody was still looking for Nickee Coco They asked the stuttering organ

answer for that Apologize to my fam, I got you all dressing in black (I hear ya) A long line family and friends they signing in My niece singing solo organs

to get it told my niggas to get the hell down Down with the dirt and we don't fuck around Buck a couple of rounds and if you're passing Through then

livin' life in the fast lane (Pedal to the metal) Yeah, my whole goal as a poet's to be relaxed in orbit At war with a bottle, this Captain Morgan attacks my organs

all you hear is connivin' and gossip and contradiction and You try to vote and participate in the government And the motherfuckin' Democrats is actin' like Republicans You join an organization

the chair Half asleep, hopping out of my seat, caught in the daze Turned around and saw a white man's face, covered in shades I must have passed out,

the octavus seed, black seed, Sea of Caspainian Persian Gulf all the way to the Mediterranean City of Atlantis, skin is gettin' tight as a mantis Styles organic

, living hell His twelve peers didn't exercise their privilege well Babies raised through the glass Bullets at the border, war games take a stab Coordinate who can pass