Lyrics:
The Mission Organ

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

thought, I could organize freedom How American of me This is soon You figured it out, didn't you? You could smell it So you left me on my own To complete the mission

, 'cause I was taping it and everything And now I'll have to wait for the rerun to see the part of the show I missed Why does this always happen?

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

's eye is missing from my body Well I know it's there but I can't see where My boned shine brightly, a map of my whole body My vital organs just churn

a Colombian ***** with a long mustache Miguel Sanchez, keep a **** hidden in his pants leg With armed bodyguards, surveillance around his land spread He runs a billion dollar organization

ball The triple walls of fisher wants to miss the fall Offence, see the coffin Often I fell at the doorstop coughin' I heard the pipe organ (Cough)

and organize Anytime you look at yourself (Organize) Be you black, brown, red or yellow (Organize) A so-called Negro (Organize) You are you represent a person (Organize) Who poses, such a (Organize

't scream Start [raping her - backwards masked] Camcorder, you won't miss it 'cause we taping her... Fed Ex, you got the tape next day in the mail Now you organize