Lirik Lagu Black Sunday - Organized Konfusion
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Lawd help me out nowWe gotta get togetherWe gotta OrganizeNo matter the weatherIt's a Black Sunday hey..
[Pharoahe Monch]I used to watch my grandmother catch the Holy Ghost in churchFor her soul she would searchFive years later now I'm off to workin a department store I'm foldin pants and shirts ahAt the end of the week ah lawdJust enough loot to put some cheap sneakers on my feetThat's when I made a promise to my momma I said"I betcha you see me at the Apollo one day and I'ma..be kickin that fat funk shit;black, mackadocious -- speakers in the back trunk shit"Cause the boss is boss and need is costing meto miss classes and I feel he spoke to meto be a jackass in the future; then, who's gonna shoot ya?At this point in my life is where I chose to write rhymes.... instead of doing crimesNineteen eighty-six to nineteen eighty-nineOrganized Konfusion, did not, get, signedBut we will soon one day, until thenI return at twelve at noon on the track, Black Sunday
Chorus:
Lawd, help me out-ahWe gotta get togetherWe gotta OrganizeNo matter the weatherIt's a Black Sunday
[Prince Poetry]Yeah, remember losing a loved one, lawwwd help us to make it overDelete the pork cigarettes and forty-nine cent sodaWe came a long way and I'm still runnin for my freedomStill have one hundred miles to go, escape from thecrack villllles, so, you can feed that babyI used to ride the elevator with the crazy ladyI year later I made demo cassettes with the Monchand ?Tastik? was on the fader, rhymes ran out quick so Iencouraged Monch
[Pharoahe Monch]I used to watch my grandmother catch the Holy Ghost in churchFor her soul she would searchFive years later now I'm off to workin a department store I'm foldin pants and shirts ahAt the end of the week ah lawdJust enough loot to put some cheap sneakers on my feetThat's when I made a promise to my momma I said"I betcha you see me at the Apollo one day and I'ma..be kickin that fat funk shit;black, mackadocious -- speakers in the back trunk shit"Cause the boss is boss and need is costing meto miss classes and I feel he spoke to meto be a jackass in the future; then, who's gonna shoot ya?At this point in my life is where I chose to write rhymes.... instead of doing crimesNineteen eighty-six to nineteen eighty-nineOrganized Konfusion, did not, get, signedBut we will soon one day, until thenI return at twelve at noon on the track, Black Sunday
Chorus:
Lawd, help me out-ahWe gotta get togetherWe gotta OrganizeNo matter the weatherIt's a Black Sunday
[Prince Poetry]Yeah, remember losing a loved one, lawwwd help us to make it overDelete the pork cigarettes and forty-nine cent sodaWe came a long way and I'm still runnin for my freedomStill have one hundred miles to go, escape from thecrack villllles, so, you can feed that babyI used to ride the elevator with the crazy ladyI year later I made demo cassettes with the Monchand ?Tastik? was on the fader, rhymes ran out quick so Iencouraged Monch
