ORGANIZED KONFUSION

ORGANIZED KONFUSION - Roosevelt Franklin lyrics

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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