Walk Into the Sun Lyrics
| Song | Walk Into the Sun |
| Artist | Organized Konfusion |
| Album | Organized Konfusion |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| The sun reflects off of the waves at sea | |
| Rain support roots that implants the tree | |
| There's a breeze - in the park, kites fly high | |
| Under the branches, con-vertibles fly by | |
| The sky.. | |
| [pharoahe monch] | |
| ..blue, fields green | |
| Paints a picture that creates a scene | |
| Of the destiny that controls my fate | |
| Reflections of light, creates shapes | |
| [prince poetry] | |
| Inside of this particular sphere, i see kids in the street | |
| When i pass, i go beep! beep! beep! | |
| [pharoahe monch] | |
| See the black boy over there runnin scared | |
| His old man runs numbers summers | |
| Come in and he'll feel dumb if his son | |
| Doesn't have a new pair of sneakers | |
| So he combinates people's numbers in sequence | |
| When play straight, but not in the leaders | |
| [organized konfusion] | |
| Hip-hop pumps inside of jeeps and cars | |
| It's daytime but we still peep stars | |
| Parties every night, we gotta move, we gotta go | |
| We gotta step, let's, jet! | |
| We gotta get away, we gotta do it now | |
| We gotta walk into the sun! ha hah | |
| We gotta get away, we gotta do it now | |
| We gotta walk into the sun! | |
| We gotta get away, we gotta do it now | |
| We gotta walk into the sun! ha hah | |
| We gotta get away, we gotta do it now | |
| We gotta walk.. in..to.. the.. sun.. | |
| [pharoahe monch] | |
| Love and hate, black and white | |
| Right or wrong, who is right? | |
| Some smoke joints to annoint their brain | |
| To the vanishing point, so they won't go insane | |
| [prince poetry] | |
| Mother may i? yes you may | |
| Take some giant steps, to go out, and play | |
| I got next, sorry duke, i got my five | |
| You better call next, and step to the side | |
| [pharoahe monch] | |
| There's no specific topic of speech in this rhyme | |
| I just wanna go on a ride | |
| On a kaleidoscopic tree, visually.. | |
| [prince poetry] | |
| ..individually, we go our seperate ways | |
| To get our haircuts and mustaches trimmed | |
| Rockin a t-shirt, shorts with thick socks | |
| With my boots that i nickname tim-ber | |
| Here comes dayfall | |
| I can remember when we used to chill and hang | |
| With paul, sea.. | |
| [organized konfusion] | |
| We gotta get away, we gotta do it now | |
| We gotta walk into the sun! ha hah | |
| We gotta get away, we gotta do it now | |
| We gotta walk.. in..to.. the.. sun.. | |
| Sittin on a stoop, while the johnny-pump shoots | |
| Water while we eat fruits | |
| The radio pumps, rockin to l.o.n.s. and yes | |
| The girls display flesh by the way they dress | |
| [prince poetry] | |
| The ave surprises, the fulfilling collage | |
| Of scratches that strike like sticky matches | |
| Attacking techniques with combinating | |
| Constantly motivating highly elevating the light steps | |
| [pharoahe monch] | |
| When the air gets thick and you can feel the tension | |
| I bypass howard, and detour benson | |
| Cause i don't really feel like fencing today | |
| So i chill in my own dimension and listen to the sax blow.. | |
| .. flow, abstract the sax always seems to relax you | |
| But at the same time, it attacks you | |
| In this particular era of darkness | |
| Bust a rhyme that might enlighten the mind and spark this | |
| Trail to follow the light that's guiding you from | |
| The evil that you walk into the sun | |
| From what i see it's an addiction | |
| I'll explain to the brain about pain affliction | |
| Grab my hand, hold it tightly | |
| Close your eyes and maybe you might see what i see | |
| Yo, what i said simplistic | |
| But what i see's not materialistic | |
| [prince poetry] | |
| My hayfever is actin up, so i took a couple of antihistamines | |
| Whew! i got struck with relief | |
| Now patiently, i wait for the summer | |
| Cause the spring brings pollen and that can be a bummer | |
| A terrific brother was havin a specific get-together by the beach | |
| Rolling rock's, plus peach schnapps, served on the rocks | |
| The organisms play the boardwalk, pullin numbers from pros' peak | |
| The scenario, where we go pumpin the alpine stereo | |
| Hop along the turnpike on our way to the merry-go- | |
| -round up the herbs at six flags; we're on a mission | |
| Hittin the streets of new york in zig-zags | |
| Walkin to the park, hark, the herald, named erald | |
| Who creates with charts | |
| Central park swarms with intellectual dialects | |
| With the potential, of the city's best emergency medical techs | |
| So i dip dip dive | |
| Listen to the musicians in the park play live | |
| The funky drummer was drummin even though he was a bum | |
| Some couldn't comprehend, the vibe that blended | |
| With the sum, there were some, who wasn't dumb | |
| I supported with the hum, dropped five bucks, cause he was the one | |
| Yo, i gave a clap, i gave a wink, i gave a shout | |
| I gotta meet the monch, strike three, and i was out! |
| The sun reflects off of the waves at sea | |
| Rain support roots that implants the tree | |
| There' s a breeze in the park, kites fly high | |
| Under the branches, convertibles fly by | |
| The sky.. | |
| pharoahe monch | |
| .. blue, fields green | |
| Paints a picture that creates a scene | |
| Of the destiny that controls my fate | |
| Reflections of light, creates shapes | |
| prince poetry | |
| Inside of this particular sphere, i see kids in the street | |
| When i pass, i go beep! beep! beep! | |
| pharoahe monch | |
| See the black boy over there runnin scared | |
| His old man runs numbers summers | |
| Come in and he' ll feel dumb if his son | |
| Doesn' t have a new pair of sneakers | |
| So he combinates people' s numbers in sequence | |
| When play straight, but not in the leaders | |
| organized konfusion | |
| Hiphop pumps inside of jeeps and cars | |
| It' s daytime but we still peep stars | |
| Parties every night, we gotta move, we gotta go | |
| We gotta step, let' s, jet! | |
| We gotta get away, we gotta do it now | |
| We gotta walk into the sun! ha hah | |
| We gotta get away, we gotta do it now | |
| We gotta walk into the sun! | |
| We gotta get away, we gotta do it now | |
| We gotta walk into the sun! ha hah | |
| We gotta get away, we gotta do it now | |
| We gotta walk.. in.. to.. the.. sun.. | |
| pharoahe monch | |
| Love and hate, black and white | |
| Right or wrong, who is right? | |
| Some smoke joints to annoint their brain | |
| To the vanishing point, so they won' t go insane | |
| prince poetry | |
| Mother may i? yes you may | |
| Take some giant steps, to go out, and play | |
| I got next, sorry duke, i got my five | |
| You better call next, and step to the side | |
| pharoahe monch | |
| There' s no specific topic of speech in this rhyme | |
| I just wanna go on a ride | |
| On a kaleidoscopic tree, visually.. | |
| prince poetry | |
| .. individually, we go our seperate ways | |
| To get our haircuts and mustaches trimmed | |
| Rockin a tshirt, shorts with thick socks | |
| With my boots that i nickname timber | |
| Here comes dayfall | |
| I can remember when we used to chill and hang | |
| With paul, sea.. | |
| organized konfusion | |
| We gotta get away, we gotta do it now | |
| We gotta walk into the sun! ha hah | |
| We gotta get away, we gotta do it now | |
| We gotta walk.. in.. to.. the.. sun.. | |
| Sittin on a stoop, while the johnnypump shoots | |
| Water while we eat fruits | |
| The radio pumps, rockin to l. o. n. s. and yes | |
| The girls display flesh by the way they dress | |
| prince poetry | |
| The ave surprises, the fulfilling collage | |
| Of scratches that strike like sticky matches | |
| Attacking techniques with combinating | |
| Constantly motivating highly elevating the light steps | |
| pharoahe monch | |
| When the air gets thick and you can feel the tension | |
| I bypass howard, and detour benson | |
| Cause i don' t really feel like fencing today | |
| So i chill in my own dimension and listen to the sax blow.. | |
| .. flow, abstract the sax always seems to relax you | |
| But at the same time, it attacks you | |
| In this particular era of darkness | |
| Bust a rhyme that might enlighten the mind and spark this | |
| Trail to follow the light that' s guiding you from | |
| The evil that you walk into the sun | |
| From what i see it' s an addiction | |
| I' ll explain to the brain about pain affliction | |
| Grab my hand, hold it tightly | |
| Close your eyes and maybe you might see what i see | |
| Yo, what i said simplistic | |
| But what i see' s not materialistic | |
| prince poetry | |
| My hayfever is actin up, so i took a couple of antihistamines | |
| Whew! i got struck with relief | |
| Now patiently, i wait for the summer | |
| Cause the spring brings pollen and that can be a bummer | |
| A terrific brother was havin a specific gettogether by the beach | |
| Rolling rock' s, plus peach schnapps, served on the rocks | |
| The organisms play the boardwalk, pullin numbers from pros' peak | |
| The scenario, where we go pumpin the alpine stereo | |
| Hop along the turnpike on our way to the merrygo | |
| round up the herbs at six flags we' re on a mission | |
| Hittin the streets of new york in zigzags | |
| Walkin to the park, hark, the herald, named erald | |
| Who creates with charts | |
| Central park swarms with intellectual dialects | |
| With the potential, of the city' s best emergency medical techs | |
| So i dip dip dive | |
| Listen to the musicians in the park play live | |
| The funky drummer was drummin even though he was a bum | |
| Some couldn' t comprehend, the vibe that blended | |
| With the sum, there were some, who wasn' t dumb | |
| I supported with the hum, dropped five bucks, cause he was the one | |
| Yo, i gave a clap, i gave a wink, i gave a shout | |
| I gotta meet the monch, strike three, and i was out! |
| The sun reflects off of the waves at sea | |
| Rain support roots that implants the tree | |
| There' s a breeze in the park, kites fly high | |
| Under the branches, convertibles fly by | |
| The sky.. | |
| pharoahe monch | |
| .. blue, fields green | |
| Paints a picture that creates a scene | |
| Of the destiny that controls my fate | |
| Reflections of light, creates shapes | |
| prince poetry | |
| Inside of this particular sphere, i see kids in the street | |
| When i pass, i go beep! beep! beep! | |
| pharoahe monch | |
| See the black boy over there runnin scared | |
| His old man runs numbers summers | |
| Come in and he' ll feel dumb if his son | |
| Doesn' t have a new pair of sneakers | |
| So he combinates people' s numbers in sequence | |
| When play straight, but not in the leaders | |
| organized konfusion | |
| Hiphop pumps inside of jeeps and cars | |
| It' s daytime but we still peep stars | |
| Parties every night, we gotta move, we gotta go | |
| We gotta step, let' s, jet! | |
| We gotta get away, we gotta do it now | |
| We gotta walk into the sun! ha hah | |
| We gotta get away, we gotta do it now | |
| We gotta walk into the sun! | |
| We gotta get away, we gotta do it now | |
| We gotta walk into the sun! ha hah | |
| We gotta get away, we gotta do it now | |
| We gotta walk.. in.. to.. the.. sun.. | |
| pharoahe monch | |
| Love and hate, black and white | |
| Right or wrong, who is right? | |
| Some smoke joints to annoint their brain | |
| To the vanishing point, so they won' t go insane | |
| prince poetry | |
| Mother may i? yes you may | |
| Take some giant steps, to go out, and play | |
| I got next, sorry duke, i got my five | |
| You better call next, and step to the side | |
| pharoahe monch | |
| There' s no specific topic of speech in this rhyme | |
| I just wanna go on a ride | |
| On a kaleidoscopic tree, visually.. | |
| prince poetry | |
| .. individually, we go our seperate ways | |
| To get our haircuts and mustaches trimmed | |
| Rockin a tshirt, shorts with thick socks | |
| With my boots that i nickname timber | |
| Here comes dayfall | |
| I can remember when we used to chill and hang | |
| With paul, sea.. | |
| organized konfusion | |
| We gotta get away, we gotta do it now | |
| We gotta walk into the sun! ha hah | |
| We gotta get away, we gotta do it now | |
| We gotta walk.. in.. to.. the.. sun.. | |
| Sittin on a stoop, while the johnnypump shoots | |
| Water while we eat fruits | |
| The radio pumps, rockin to l. o. n. s. and yes | |
| The girls display flesh by the way they dress | |
| prince poetry | |
| The ave surprises, the fulfilling collage | |
| Of scratches that strike like sticky matches | |
| Attacking techniques with combinating | |
| Constantly motivating highly elevating the light steps | |
| pharoahe monch | |
| When the air gets thick and you can feel the tension | |
| I bypass howard, and detour benson | |
| Cause i don' t really feel like fencing today | |
| So i chill in my own dimension and listen to the sax blow.. | |
| .. flow, abstract the sax always seems to relax you | |
| But at the same time, it attacks you | |
| In this particular era of darkness | |
| Bust a rhyme that might enlighten the mind and spark this | |
| Trail to follow the light that' s guiding you from | |
| The evil that you walk into the sun | |
| From what i see it' s an addiction | |
| I' ll explain to the brain about pain affliction | |
| Grab my hand, hold it tightly | |
| Close your eyes and maybe you might see what i see | |
| Yo, what i said simplistic | |
| But what i see' s not materialistic | |
| prince poetry | |
| My hayfever is actin up, so i took a couple of antihistamines | |
| Whew! i got struck with relief | |
| Now patiently, i wait for the summer | |
| Cause the spring brings pollen and that can be a bummer | |
| A terrific brother was havin a specific gettogether by the beach | |
| Rolling rock' s, plus peach schnapps, served on the rocks | |
| The organisms play the boardwalk, pullin numbers from pros' peak | |
| The scenario, where we go pumpin the alpine stereo | |
| Hop along the turnpike on our way to the merrygo | |
| round up the herbs at six flags we' re on a mission | |
| Hittin the streets of new york in zigzags | |
| Walkin to the park, hark, the herald, named erald | |
| Who creates with charts | |
| Central park swarms with intellectual dialects | |
| With the potential, of the city' s best emergency medical techs | |
| So i dip dip dive | |
| Listen to the musicians in the park play live | |
| The funky drummer was drummin even though he was a bum | |
| Some couldn' t comprehend, the vibe that blended | |
| With the sum, there were some, who wasn' t dumb | |
| I supported with the hum, dropped five bucks, cause he was the one | |
| Yo, i gave a clap, i gave a wink, i gave a shout | |
| I gotta meet the monch, strike three, and i was out! |
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