. Once the torturing is over. I'm served with half a fried body. Feeling how this fucker delights himself with my carcass, as he pulls out my organs
the one to turn their back Runnin' out that door? How many people want to find the time And want to make your fantasies come true? How many people want
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
I smack the.... Whole days of my life are spent inside my bed Just maxin' an' relaxin' like I'm at club med Ya say you like this record,you think it's fun? Party people
this story to tell No matter how cold you roll, you simply cannot win It's always fun in the beginning but pain in the end Pain, pain, pain, pain Organized
love at all We also got to realize we are one people, yeah Got to realize that we are one people, yeah We got to realize we are one people Or there
army grenade in ya. We ain't calm, time to ring the alarm, break the Clarence's outta prison, splittin' all the guards. Whoo! Power to the people, givin' people
fuckin' grenade, nigga Fuck calm time to ring the alarm Break the niggas out of prison killin' all the guards, woo! Power to the people givin' people
place where all assassins dwell Pur back on earth to destroy all workshipppers of peace Body bags and caskets may all good cease Together they form an organization
tryin to organize here today, is more than just a gang of niggas. We tryin to organize more than just a posse of niggas. We tryin to organize a God damn
as they struck out From distant shores and pioneers who pushed westward Against an unforgiving wilderness, yes we can It was the call of workers who organized
I don't believe in superstars Organic food or foreign cars I don't believe the price of gold The certainty of growing old That right is right and left
and dance to the fonky music! [All:] Dance to the Music, Dance to the Music [Freddie:] Hey Greg! [Greg:] What? [Freddie:] All we need is a drummer, for people
's with rims, Flippin' mix tapes to bitches feedin' me grapes, Peep my mind state, Big Poppa' flow is lethal, That weed make my ass wanna kill four people
People on the street They want to find a god they'll never know Organized religeon pulls the blinds Then they pull the wool Now you can't see because
corruption The odds are against me And the world won't present to me Bad thoughts on my mind But I won't let it tempt me Organized confusion, negative
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
for all men This world was made for all men This world was made for all men This world was made for all men God saved His world for all men All people
