[Chorus: x4] Crush, kill, destroy, stress [Verse One: Prince Poetry] Pain, stress My brain, can't even rest It's hard to maintain the pressure on
(feat. O.C.) [Verse 1: Pharoahe Monch] I figure the configuration on exactly how many steps it'll take me For I get to the passenger side of the car
South Side's a town with a lot of hustle and bustle A kid got stuck, for a buck under the trussle Died with pride, he thought he had a big heart muscle
[Intro/Chorus: x2] Chicken, chick-chick-chick-chicken Huh, c'mon! C'mon! Chicken, chick-chick-chick-chicken Huh! C'mon! HUH! C'mon! [Pharoahe Monch:]
Black, don't you know my formulas form dope lyrics uplift spirits and yo I hear it's fatal to walk the path of Konfusion, where it's torture some cherish
So yo, why you trying to play me though? Out like a sucker [x4] [Pharoahe Monch] You're sneaking around like a sneaker baby, what's the beeper for?
gonna shoot ya? At this point in my life is where I chose to write rhymes Instead of doing crimes Nineteen eighty-six to nineteen eighty-nine Organized Konfusion
, change directions Go through buildings to avoid passing him Nine times out of ten a nigga wanna shine But nobody shines brighter than the light Organized
ease the mental Our instrumentals are too much for the average fan So I bring the jamacian funk (uh!) that's what it is I am too dope, too fat, organized konfusion
Chorus: The greatest thing in this world is life And life is full of pain struggle and strife Decisions and moves you make gotta be precise Step careful
it on There is no equivalent one consider me the epitome of rhymes Rhythm to techs execution is parallel to them With an exception of the organisms
Recognize me, nigga, look into my eyes See raw visualizations of hate reincarnated In it's most unadulturated form, I breed evil incarnate Only for the
a lot of hookers Slip and slide, I sling the sludge Fudge, fudge, pudge, pudge, but never hold a grudge Up against the wall, I caught you with the drugs The organism
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By the grace of God, I give a speech like Malcolm Expressin', flexin', flaunt the style that's wicked (Uhh) Inflicted, addicted, now people can't understand
rhythms, to many rhythms I rhyme, off of the tempo, sim-pl-istic But consequently distorts the instru-mentality Causin an illusion Organized, but at the same time, konfusing