Organized Konfusion

featuring Hurricane G

Prince Poetry:

Aww man you like the best thing I've seen all day

I'm saying give me a moment

One minute one minute

Aww come on sis


Shugah Shorty why you backin up got a nigga out here iggy actin up

Shugah Shorty why you backin up got a nigga out here iggy actin up

Shugah Shorty why you backin up got a nigga out here iggy actin up

You kept walking shugah, yo I started catchin up

Peeping game now I'm the nigga that you smashin up

Prince Poetry:

Damn sis, you lookin kinda, extra

Diggin your cat strut and your beautiful cocoa Caribbean texture

Savin all the small talk lecture, for chump light

You know deep inside I want to sex you like no other

Chasin you down Jamaica Ave

A ghetto dope Cleopatra, nigga shorty was bad

First she was iggin me son, sliding up in strawberries

Suckin down a sugar cone with nuts, sprinkles and cherries

Excuse me miss, but-uhh pecan

Can I get a lick?

I be the Prince Po, the rebirth of slick

So its cool like that

Me and you can make it all that, four flat

Into this elevator exotic world with the tall black

Ghetto dope Don Juan ready to see reflections in Amazon rivers with ya blue


Matchin straw hat, see the picture

Love it but it ain't perfect

We can exchange this data and later respectfully work it


I'm nothin but a space aged freak who want to beam you up later this week

So baby what's the word

Shugah Shorty why you backin up, got a nigga out here iggy actin up

Pharoahe Monch:

Damn, it's like

uhh,uhh, a feeling that I get inside

Hard to explain it , I'm getting tongue tied like

I hate when I wheez, stublin over the words

mumblin, fumblin over my opening line

Jumblin rhymes together, you know my palms get all sweaty

And I uhh, ahh, uhh, ahh, uhh, ahh, uhh!

Misses, I can't explain how much I want to be up in it

And I know you ain't had no dick in a minute

Oh, you smoke beedies, see you go

Couldn't you see me and you stressed out in bikini's on the beach in Tahiti?

See me I'm very selective even though I could be greedy

My main objective is to write our names together in graffiti

And are be (?) so y'all can see me, speedy

(naw see)

You can be my centipede like we-be-fore-play

Cause I gourmet my food up like eatie and Maxwell

Similar to that smooth kid's see-D

Monch, easily the most measily unmistakable

Believe me


Pharoahe Monch:

This one little chick she pissed me off

Comin out the store, now I'm holdin the door

To the Bodega, she got a little man with her

Figuring if I kicks it to the kid then I could get her right

Say listen

I see you around every night around seven o'clock

You walkin up the block (?) with the rocks on the side of the crib

With your kid on ya hip and ya close top notch,

You know the thirst baby

First we can deal with the math if you search through your purse for a pen

We can blast off

Like Hubble Space Craft material

I'm aware of you and your concern about vanirial diseases

If it pleases you, shit, Jesus

I pack profolactics that stretch to my knees

She squinted, with a demented look behind a tented glass of a girlfriend

Rented, Benz E-Class vented hate

But still hinted like I was self centered

She said speak to the hand

y'all know that shit that girls invented

Aww, see it didn't have to be be like that wit you fiberglass

Backboard ass that's mad flat bitch

Shugah Shorty why you backin up, got a nigga out here iggy actin up

Hurricane G:

Who that big flat piece of chocolate

Sparkin it, rockin it, \"uhh, uhh-uhh,\" rockin it

Prince Poetry:

My name is Prince, boo

Now few who speak don't be true

But you, you got this lovely but rugged stiggy

How you do?

Get out the car, lemmie see you

Now what's your name?

Hurricane G: \"Star\"

Prince Poetry:

Body was bizarre, yo Star, where you live?

Hurricane G:


Rockaway Beach out in the boons

My niggas put five on it and stack all I like the Loons

Packin twos

So Pappi what you say?

Prince Poetry:

When I'm grown I don't hump, I bone

I ain't playin

I'm a man who likes a treat

Message feet of the independent Queen

To throw up some heat

Shit girl I can fix you something to eat

Prepare a five course meal while I'm makin the beat

Already got two things in this beautiful universal common

That's lovin a tight ass fuck, and some tight ass rymin

So what

We into somethin or your frontin, pilgrum

I ain't askin a protif be for make children

I'm skilled in body messages and sexual healin

I'm gentle, but I'm runnin wild just to make a million

We buildin baby

So here's enough for you to handle

That'll light you up and blow you out like candles


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