Let's Organize Lyrics
| Song | Let's Organize |
| Artist | Organized Konfusion |
| Album | Stress: The Extinction Agenda |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Monch, Prince Po, Rushen | |
| Yeah, check it out, we here with the big o | |
| With the big big o, and you know | |
| What we want y'all to do is just bounce bounce bounce bounce bounce | |
| C'mon bounce, c'mon (c'mon we gotta) bounce | |
| (c'mon, hah) bounce (we do it like this one time, uhh, sup, sup) | |
| Verse one: prince poetry, pharoahe monche | |
| Do you wanna hear, the boogie bear | |
| Jump up and do the freak funk, throw your hands in the air | |
| Compare me, with none | |
| The son, of the king, triple crown, just to get the job done | |
| I surpass fast dash through a mass of traps fliers | |
| And blow up the spot, and organize on that ass, i'm hot | |
| Black, with no sugar straight coffee | |
| You stalk me, because your girl wanna hawk me | |
| Jock me clock me watch me mutilate the mic | |
| Rip it apart, shatter your brain when i strike | |
| Add a syringe of raps to cleanse you fall apart | |
| Style damage you amateur cause i'm blowin your file | |
| Honey-dips see me and they yellin organized | |
| And they know -- pharoahe monche's got skills for the wise | |
| Ohhhhhh, huh, shit! look who walked in the door | |
| Ryyyyyuuuu-kick, tiger tiger uppercut | |
| Directly to the gut, when i strut on mics | |
| Makes my windpipe erupt | |
| Better back off, i jack off of wack mc's in the vicinity | |
| Nigga please, i make em bounce | |
| Chorus: repeat 8x | |
| [q-tip] let's organize, c'mon (we gotta bounce) we gotta bounce | |
| Verse two: prince poetry, o.c. | |
| I make you stomp back and forth like an army brigade | |
| Diode cuts love kid wherever skills is displayed | |
| Raid your block blow your mind like fans | |
| In the summer or like redman, ready to rock | |
| Expanding my cleverness on wax, to japan and back | |
| Ask for prince and hon i hope ya got | |
| Just five seconds for black prince to flex | |
| It's not all about sex | |
| I like ears smooth skin and sensitive necks | |
| Victoria's secret couldn't keep you from the prince poe | |
| So peep it when i funky technique it | |
| For those who slept, wake up, ya better make space | |
| Taste the bread i break off, as i take it to your face! whew | |
| Can you keep up like skeleton watch organized konfusion troop up | |
| Li-li-li-li-live with the style that's fly | |
| Prince poe i, flow smooth like silk so freak me | |
| Cause i ain't shai! | |
| So, o.c., let em know how we go | |
| Come again my friend with another funk flow | |
| Look who just came in, o.c.'s gamin | |
| Crew's i set you up, to lynch for a hangin | |
| Bangin, bodies up in a tree like a pinata | |
| Many, claim masculine, but sport garters | |
| Whose the artist, not video, more-so to luke | |
| It's like square dancing on your toes so bounce | |
| Chorus 1/2 | |
| Verse three: prince poetry | |
| Well here's a toke one time for you mind | |
| Most just can't cope, dope def, booty nope i woke you up | |
| I poke your brain i poke your main artery | |
| Batter me, with your fattery your flattery will never ever shatter me | |
| Prince poe, the exec with the intellectual concepts | |
| That elevates you like steps | |
| A&r reps, take steps, bounce your ass through the hoods | |
| Here's the goods, an ounce, enough for you to bounce | |
| Chorus | |
| {q-tip shouts out various hip-hop boroughs and people} |
| zuo ci : Monch, Prince Po, Rushen | |
| Yeah, check it out, we here with the big o | |
| With the big big o, and you know | |
| What we want y' all to do is just bounce bounce bounce bounce bounce | |
| C' mon bounce, c' mon c' mon we gotta bounce | |
| c' mon, hah bounce we do it like this one time, uhh, sup, sup | |
| Verse one: prince poetry, pharoahe monche | |
| Do you wanna hear, the boogie bear | |
| Jump up and do the freak funk, throw your hands in the air | |
| Compare me, with none | |
| The son, of the king, triple crown, just to get the job done | |
| I surpass fast dash through a mass of traps fliers | |
| And blow up the spot, and organize on that ass, i' m hot | |
| Black, with no sugar straight coffee | |
| You stalk me, because your girl wanna hawk me | |
| Jock me clock me watch me mutilate the mic | |
| Rip it apart, shatter your brain when i strike | |
| Add a syringe of raps to cleanse you fall apart | |
| Style damage you amateur cause i' m blowin your file | |
| Honeydips see me and they yellin organized | |
| And they know pharoahe monche' s got skills for the wise | |
| Ohhhhhh, huh, shit! look who walked in the door | |
| Ryyyyyuuuukick, tiger tiger uppercut | |
| Directly to the gut, when i strut on mics | |
| Makes my windpipe erupt | |
| Better back off, i jack off of wack mc' s in the vicinity | |
| Nigga please, i make em bounce | |
| Chorus: repeat 8x | |
| qtip let' s organize, c' mon we gotta bounce we gotta bounce | |
| Verse two: prince poetry, o. c. | |
| I make you stomp back and forth like an army brigade | |
| Diode cuts love kid wherever skills is displayed | |
| Raid your block blow your mind like fans | |
| In the summer or like redman, ready to rock | |
| Expanding my cleverness on wax, to japan and back | |
| Ask for prince and hon i hope ya got | |
| Just five seconds for black prince to flex | |
| It' s not all about sex | |
| I like ears smooth skin and sensitive necks | |
| Victoria' s secret couldn' t keep you from the prince poe | |
| So peep it when i funky technique it | |
| For those who slept, wake up, ya better make space | |
| Taste the bread i break off, as i take it to your face! whew | |
| Can you keep up like skeleton watch organized konfusion troop up | |
| Lililililive with the style that' s fly | |
| Prince poe i, flow smooth like silk so freak me | |
| Cause i ain' t shai! | |
| So, o. c., let em know how we go | |
| Come again my friend with another funk flow | |
| Look who just came in, o. c.' s gamin | |
| Crew' s i set you up, to lynch for a hangin | |
| Bangin, bodies up in a tree like a pinata | |
| Many, claim masculine, but sport garters | |
| Whose the artist, not video, moreso to luke | |
| It' s like square dancing on your toes so bounce | |
| Chorus 1 2 | |
| Verse three: prince poetry | |
| Well here' s a toke one time for you mind | |
| Most just can' t cope, dope def, booty nope i woke you up | |
| I poke your brain i poke your main artery | |
| Batter me, with your fattery your flattery will never ever shatter me | |
| Prince poe, the exec with the intellectual concepts | |
| That elevates you like steps | |
| A r reps, take steps, bounce your ass through the hoods | |
| Here' s the goods, an ounce, enough for you to bounce | |
| Chorus | |
| qtip shouts out various hiphop boroughs and people |
| zuò cí : Monch, Prince Po, Rushen | |
| Yeah, check it out, we here with the big o | |
| With the big big o, and you know | |
| What we want y' all to do is just bounce bounce bounce bounce bounce | |
| C' mon bounce, c' mon c' mon we gotta bounce | |
| c' mon, hah bounce we do it like this one time, uhh, sup, sup | |
| Verse one: prince poetry, pharoahe monche | |
| Do you wanna hear, the boogie bear | |
| Jump up and do the freak funk, throw your hands in the air | |
| Compare me, with none | |
| The son, of the king, triple crown, just to get the job done | |
| I surpass fast dash through a mass of traps fliers | |
| And blow up the spot, and organize on that ass, i' m hot | |
| Black, with no sugar straight coffee | |
| You stalk me, because your girl wanna hawk me | |
| Jock me clock me watch me mutilate the mic | |
| Rip it apart, shatter your brain when i strike | |
| Add a syringe of raps to cleanse you fall apart | |
| Style damage you amateur cause i' m blowin your file | |
| Honeydips see me and they yellin organized | |
| And they know pharoahe monche' s got skills for the wise | |
| Ohhhhhh, huh, shit! look who walked in the door | |
| Ryyyyyuuuukick, tiger tiger uppercut | |
| Directly to the gut, when i strut on mics | |
| Makes my windpipe erupt | |
| Better back off, i jack off of wack mc' s in the vicinity | |
| Nigga please, i make em bounce | |
| Chorus: repeat 8x | |
| qtip let' s organize, c' mon we gotta bounce we gotta bounce | |
| Verse two: prince poetry, o. c. | |
| I make you stomp back and forth like an army brigade | |
| Diode cuts love kid wherever skills is displayed | |
| Raid your block blow your mind like fans | |
| In the summer or like redman, ready to rock | |
| Expanding my cleverness on wax, to japan and back | |
| Ask for prince and hon i hope ya got | |
| Just five seconds for black prince to flex | |
| It' s not all about sex | |
| I like ears smooth skin and sensitive necks | |
| Victoria' s secret couldn' t keep you from the prince poe | |
| So peep it when i funky technique it | |
| For those who slept, wake up, ya better make space | |
| Taste the bread i break off, as i take it to your face! whew | |
| Can you keep up like skeleton watch organized konfusion troop up | |
| Lililililive with the style that' s fly | |
| Prince poe i, flow smooth like silk so freak me | |
| Cause i ain' t shai! | |
| So, o. c., let em know how we go | |
| Come again my friend with another funk flow | |
| Look who just came in, o. c.' s gamin | |
| Crew' s i set you up, to lynch for a hangin | |
| Bangin, bodies up in a tree like a pinata | |
| Many, claim masculine, but sport garters | |
| Whose the artist, not video, moreso to luke | |
| It' s like square dancing on your toes so bounce | |
| Chorus 1 2 | |
| Verse three: prince poetry | |
| Well here' s a toke one time for you mind | |
| Most just can' t cope, dope def, booty nope i woke you up | |
| I poke your brain i poke your main artery | |
| Batter me, with your fattery your flattery will never ever shatter me | |
| Prince poe, the exec with the intellectual concepts | |
| That elevates you like steps | |
| A r reps, take steps, bounce your ass through the hoods | |
| Here' s the goods, an ounce, enough for you to bounce | |
| Chorus | |
| qtip shouts out various hiphop boroughs and people |
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