| Song | Somehow, Someway |
| Artist | Organized Konfusion |
| Album | The Equinox |
| Chorus：(repeat x2) | |
| Somehow, someway | |
| We be comin up wit funky fly shit | |
| Like every single day | |
| [prince poetry] | |
| Check it | |
| Intelligent wordz, iz colaz | |
| Inside of this rap visual, liquid dye | |
| Focus, clistion unlike baptism | |
| I bless souls thru the worldz second religion | |
| From the left with angles to enlarge the prizm | |
| Prince po, i, out of the south-side slums | |
| Claimin spots around all these hypo-critical tongues | |
| Repeatin tha same topic, misleadin the sea topic | |
| Wit 2 yearz outta da picture | |
| I still rock it and rock well | |
| A level that my stiggy gets you gel (what) | |
| I strickly international ghetoo, clientel | |
| Freaky like james bond, wit infra-red views inject propellin | |
| Was a 7, my steps, and wit da few | |
| I make power jewels, drop jewelz, wit da crewz | |
| Inside a, outta da eyez of god can't lose | |
| Batter and bruise crewz | |
| And let the heat spark, the feuls | |
| Got ya boyz cryin while youre stretched out in front of da church fews | |
| Foolz hit da dance floor, to shake shoes | |
| Intect ya like a hip hop monsta who sucks oooohhhs | |
| Outta da power that i used that i used ta sock prower | |
| Want more, i stick ya butt naked and raw | |
| Chorus | |
| [pharoahe monch] | |
| Only inches beyond my eyez, lord hail out the soul | |
| Of a nigga who fights the lyrical which's inside himself | |
| Pharoahe, egar to see febal intermediate mcs | |
| Immediately, to leaded, repeatiatly | |
| Y'all know the unpresidented without herb | |
| Every single word'll be verbally demented | |
| Presented, so that when it desinigrates | |
| Unsentaments, are meninetated | |
| Standin aloneit gets you tinimented | |
| It's it bug how i bust lyrical slugs | |
| And thugs that mug niggaz for loot and sell drugz | |
| When the band gets struck, by thesis | |
| I'm only rollin wit da most superior profile, to my species, see my thesis | |
| Release these bombz by all meanz | |
| Yes, attack the mic rapz until itz a crack fiend | |
| Mase the bass with aids and misplaced the vaccine | |
| Pharoahe pullin out on the pole | |
| To compare cause ??? wit scriptures that i wrote and know | |
| My physical form iz like nam and sane like sadaam hussein buit still calm | |
| Chorus |
| Chorus: repeat x2 | |
| Somehow, someway | |
| We be comin up wit funky fly shit | |
| Like every single day | |
| prince poetry | |
| Check it | |
| Intelligent wordz, iz colaz | |
| Inside of this rap visual, liquid dye | |
| Focus, clistion unlike baptism | |
| I bless souls thru the worldz second religion | |
| From the left with angles to enlarge the prizm | |
| Prince po, i, out of the southside slums | |
| Claimin spots around all these hypocritical tongues | |
| Repeatin tha same topic, misleadin the sea topic | |
| Wit 2 yearz outta da picture | |
| I still rock it and rock well | |
| A level that my stiggy gets you gel what | |
| I strickly international ghetoo, clientel | |
| Freaky like james bond, wit infrared views inject propellin | |
| Was a 7, my steps, and wit da few | |
| I make power jewels, drop jewelz, wit da crewz | |
| Inside a, outta da eyez of god can' t lose | |
| Batter and bruise crewz | |
| And let the heat spark, the feuls | |
| Got ya boyz cryin while youre stretched out in front of da church fews | |
| Foolz hit da dance floor, to shake shoes | |
| Intect ya like a hip hop monsta who sucks oooohhhs | |
| Outta da power that i used that i used ta sock prower | |
| Want more, i stick ya butt naked and raw | |
| Chorus | |
| pharoahe monch | |
| Only inches beyond my eyez, lord hail out the soul | |
| Of a nigga who fights the lyrical which' s inside himself | |
| Pharoahe, egar to see febal intermediate mcs | |
| Immediately, to leaded, repeatiatly | |
| Y' all know the unpresidented without herb | |
| Every single word' ll be verbally demented | |
| Presented, so that when it desinigrates | |
| Unsentaments, are meninetated | |
| Standin aloneit gets you tinimented | |
| It' s it bug how i bust lyrical slugs | |
| And thugs that mug niggaz for loot and sell drugz | |
| When the band gets struck, by thesis | |
| I' m only rollin wit da most superior profile, to my species, see my thesis | |
| Release these bombz by all meanz | |
| Yes, attack the mic rapz until itz a crack fiend | |
| Mase the bass with aids and misplaced the vaccine | |
| Pharoahe pullin out on the pole | |
| To compare cause ??? wit scriptures that i wrote and know | |
| My physical form iz like nam and sane like sadaam hussein buit still calm | |
| Chorus |