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Organized Konfusion - Roosevelt Franklin lyrics
Don't forget to do that thing for your mother Roosevelt! Yeah yeah yeah alright alright [Prince Poetry] Running upon the jagged edge FUCK THE ROUGH LIFE when you have to gain much respect As an individual keepin negativity minimum requires havin courage respect him his intellect so you gotta be on THAT specific type of SET Like Roosevelt especially when your cards are dealt You see me, frankly, I don't give a hoot about the blanks you shoot out of your mental bank see I like Roosevelt, cause he ain't booty Moody maybe, baby you're mad cause he smashed up your cutie Playin the courts, takin the loss, to wherever some clever college edu-ma-cated individual With financial status JUST to mess what the BANK stated Girls love it, and you can't look above it you hate it Peeped his method, you laid, you waited You never ever contemplated if I pull a automatic will I leave the artillery out or just flight Check in the night, you're out to snipe, my man you can't stand upon sight of him Out to fatally ignite him Roosevelt felt staticky, he knew things were shady Grady had, Bradley's uzi, but he always packed a clip or two belongin to a nickel-plated .380 Givin off the impression of a clever nerd Never was a suspect when a homicide occured, in the suburbs He was referred, to as a respectable intellectual Highly acceptable rebel from the ghetto on the level of an intelligent rapper, create him just like Giupetto The aggresive type, and he's not your puppet Stickin quickin enough to pull a skeezer with repetition after takin aim and buckin and blowin the smoke away then tuckin and jettin home, hopin that no stunts are stuck in it He needs sleep, for eight o'clock class so as fast as he crash, he might last for six hours of bed passed, cause Roosevelt's a scholar Ivy league material, cully-head kid with BRAINPOWER Six foot two, and we wear the same size shoe He drinks brew, and he runs with my crew, my herd on a continuous basis, in the same, places Rollin out five deep, but it's only four faces So I don't, give a two, drip-drops about, what those have felt And if I die (and if he die) and if I die (and if he DIEEEEEEEE) And if I die it's because of my man Roosevelt Roosevelt, Roosevelt, Roosevelt, Roosevelt Franklin Roosevelt, Roosevelt, Roosevelt Franklin, Roosevelt Franklin Roosevelt, Roosevelt, Roosevelt, Roosevelt Franklin Roosevelt, Roosevelt, Roosevelt Franklin, Roosevelt Franklin [Pharoahe Monch] Ooooooooooooh I'm so confuuuuuuuuused.. DAMN, IT HURTS! People persist to treat me like dirt I don't sleep at night, time cause dimes I DON'T DROP I sling and clockers cease Commanders in Chiefs when I pop rocks Dig deep within, you might recognize me I'm the one with the bloodshot eyes Hot rays of sun, beat down upon my face as if I'll melt bacon Why the hell my mother named me Roosevelt Franklin? I .. don't .. know, so I strive to gain only the Lord knows my eyes have seen the pain Tears comin down my cheeks like rain I was abused, they stripped the mind for amusement Now I walk the path of ORGANIZED KONFUSION But it's only a temporary formality Cause my man Scott turns illusion into reality A loaf of bread (a loaf of bread), a stick of butter Somebody's mother lies, dead in the gutter So I move QUICK FAST, to get past quickly Swiftly, at last, cops can't get WITH ME Can't hit me, nah never I'm TOO NIFTY, people SHITTIN ME Products in the projects so I pump FIFTIES in soda cans so dogs won't SNIFF ME I'm takin the proper precautions (yeah) Cause once my mother told me she was gonna get an abortion I can't keep track.. of the fluctuation.. of time Hallucinogenics keep, abusin my mind Gotta pick up, gotta pick up, gotta pick up, gotta pick up more product, gotta move, gotta go I can't get stuck; not here Not if I wanna become Roosevelt Franklin the employee of the year I wear baseball caps over my eyes so you can't make out me at night when I'm standin on the corner eatin Chinese takeout .. damn I almost forgot, yo yo I have to break out Yo don't forget your moms told you to get that stuff A loaf of bread, a stick of butter, container of milk A loaf of bread (a loaf of bread) a stick of butter (stick of butter), umm.. container of milk (container of milk |
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