1.Fudge Funk
2.Fudge Pudge
Verse one：prince poetry
Here we go again with the funky intro
People approach me knowin i'm the prince po
E-t, r-y, and i'm the first batter
The pharoah usually go first, but it don't matter
Funky slices of beats like this
Comes once in a blue, but it's not hard for me to chew
So kick off your shoes and don't forget your socks
I wash and wash them emcess like clorox
Skills i have, good and plenty
If you want dope lyrics but still gimmicks gimme
Beats, equivalent to just something that i can
It's gettin heavy so heavy and keep ya coat on
When i, proceed to, light the party
In the summer, somethin like a mardi, gras
Bikinis, panties, bras
Juicin em and i'm suckin the girls up like straws
Oops upside ya dome
I don't answer the phone when i'm home not alone
On the bone
Leave your name and your number and a brief message at the end
of the tone
Boop!
Oooooh, and i like it
Cause i'm poetry the psychic
Intellectual level would rather
Nah, nah i don't like that
{talking} one more time
Bringin you the news like kaity chung
But i'm not a pretty oriental specimen from
'hong kong fooey, numba one supa guy'
I love the women but i don't try to see em
I'd rather make the money bein on the cover of e.m.
Get mcs mad make em flare up nostrils
I'm poetry the rap fanatic i get hostile
Verse two：pharoah monch
Pressure presssure pressure pressure pressure pressure cooker
I leave the party when i mass a lot of hookers
Slip and slide, i slid the sludge
Up against the wall, i caught you with the drugs
I hit the hook heavy
Ready no chitter-chatter i figure since i'm bigger why
pitter-patter
Props in no particular poetry persists to pertriculate ？
Cat when i'm deckin you
Disrespectin you
Clever whenever i select a new dialogue
One plus one get it together
Girls don't despair cause i'll be your 'fair weather friend'
No i don't have a benz and no i don't have an infiniti
I figure the eight inches of me, will be the remedy
Cause when i pull up to the bumper
Cause i'll be down to thump a girl like heather hunter
I tell you now you never hated
The triple x when it comes to sex is what i'm rated
I tell you know that i can give good love
Yes i'm the one you should love
So don't try to diss fudge pudge
'cause it's al-right, with, me'
Kick slick rhymes out of a mouth
Tricky in a joust, plus i'm down with mickey mouse
C'mon everyone, lets flow to the rhy
3.Walk Into The Sun
The sun reflects off of the waves at sea
Rain support roots that implants the tree
There's a breeze - in the park, kites fly high
Under the branches, con-vertibles fly by
The sky..
..blue, fields green
Paints a picture that creates a scene
Of the destiny that controls my fate
Reflections of light, creates shapes
Inside of this particular sphere, i see kids in the street
When i pass, i go beep! beep! beep!
See the black boy over there runnin scared
His old man runs numbers summers
Come in and he'll feel dumb if his son
Doesn't have a new pair of sneakers
So he combinates people's numbers in sequence
When play straight, but not in the leaders
Hip-hop pumps inside of jeeps and cars
It's daytime but we still peep stars
Parties every night, we gotta move, we gotta go
We gotta step, let's, jet!
We gotta get away, we gotta do it now
We gotta walk into the sun! ha hah
We gotta get away, we gotta do it now
We gotta walk into the sun!
We gotta get away, we gotta do it now
We gotta walk into the sun! ha hah
We gotta get away, we gotta do it now
We gotta walk.. in..to.. the.. sun..
Love and hate, black and white
Right or wrong, who is right？
Some smoke joints to annoint their brain
To the vanishing point, so they won't go insane
Mother may i？ yes you may
Take some giant steps, to go out, and play
I got next, sorry duke, i got my five
You better call next, and step to the side
There's no specific topic of speech in this rhyme
I just wanna go on a ride
On a kaleidoscopic tree, visually..
..individually, we go our seperate ways
To get our haircuts and mustaches trimmed
Rockin a t-shirt, shorts with thick socks
With my boots that i nickname tim-ber
Here comes dayfall
I can remember when we used to chill and hang
With paul, sea..
We gotta get away, we gotta do it now
We gotta walk into the sun! ha hah
We gotta get away, we gotta do it now
We gotta walk.. in..to.. the.. sun..
Sittin on a stoop, while the johnny-pump shoots
Water while we eat fruits
The radio pumps, rockin to l.o.n.s. and yes
The girls display flesh by the way they dress
The ave surprises, the fulfilling collage
Of scratches that strike like sticky matches
Attacking techniques with combinating
Constantly motivating highly elevating the light steps
When the air gets thick and you can feel the tension
I bypass howard, and detour benson
Cause i don't really feel like fencing today
So i chill in my own dimension and listen to the sax blow..
.. flow, abstract the sax always seems to relax you
But at the same time, it attacks you
In this particular era of darkness
Bust a rhyme that might enlighten the mind and spark this
Trail to follow the light that's guiding you from
The evil that you walk into the sun
From what i see it's an addiction
I'll explain to the brain about pain affliction
Grab my hand, hold it tightly
Close your eyes and maybe you might see what i see
Yo, what i said simplistic
But what i see's not materialistic
My hayfever is actin up, so i took a couple of antihistamines
Whew! i got struck with relief
Now patiently, i wait for the summer
Cause the spring brings pollen and that can be a bummer
A terrific brother was havin a specific get-together by the
beach
Rolling rock's, plus peach schnapps, served on the rocks
The organisms play the boardwalk, pullin numbers from pros' peak
The scenario, where we go pumpin the alpine stereo
Hop along the turnpike on our way to the merry-go-
-round up the herbs at six flags; we're on a mission
Hittin the streets of new york in zig-zags
Walkin to the park, hark, the herald, named erald
Who creates with charts
Central park swarms with intellectual dialects
With the potential, of the city's best emergency medical techs
So i dip dip dive
Listen to the musicians in the park play live
The funky drummer was drummin even though he was a bum
Some couldn't comprehend, the vibe that blended
With the sum, there were some, who wasn't dumb
I supported with the hum, dropped five bucks, cause he was the
one
Yo, i gave a clap, i gave a wink, i gave a shout
I gotta meet the monch, strike three, and i was out!
4.Releasing Hypnotical Gases
As you look from whenceforth i come; riding the wind
Thus eliminating competition from bird's-eye view, i'm
Descending in helicopters -- in a village raid
Flesh will burn when exposed to the poetical germ grenade
I'm highly intoxicating your mind -- when i'm operating
On cell walls to membranes, cytoplasms to protoplasms
Disintegrate em eliminate em now no one has em in battle
I display a nuclear ray that'll, destroy bone marrow in cattle
Thereby destroying the entire food supply
That's crawling with aids, maggots, flies
It's ironic, when a demonic, government
Utilizes bionics and a six million dollar man to capture me
Clever, however; you could never ever begin to apprehend a
hologram
Who's determined to fight solely, to defend in wars a land of
the holy
I threw i-raq／a-rock and i-ran／i-ran
Cause i couldn't stand anymore within the depths of the sand
So don't ask me hu-ssein／who-sane
Cause the hypnotical gases are eating my brain
{oxygen levels, check it, hydorogen levels, check it
Nitrogen levels.. check it}
Twenty-thousand leagues down below,
Minus one-hundred and forty-three degrees
Seize the info, gather the archaelogists
The aftermath needs to follow this cause it's, deep
Equivalent to the esophagus, spreads to scientists
A.k.a. optimus prime -- time, television is, dead
On this issue and very much irrelevant to this intuition
De-leting any alias info and descriptive
Mortal calm, partition with infrared light, vision
Precision, beams
Colors, reds, fuschias, lime-greens
Black, don't you know my formulas form dope lyrics
Uplift spirits and yo i hear it's fatal
To walk the path of konfusion, where it's
Torture some cherish, while most human-like beings perish
Subjected to death
Their bodies don't agree with the hypnotical intellect
Poetical acid is burning up flesh
At the end of corridor do you see me sitting there
Johnny more grotesque
Literature somewhat equivalent to concentrated sodium
hyperchloride
Insight, foresight, more sight
The clock on the wall reads a quarter past midnight
You feel nauseous
Forever you will avoid my royal presence as i step into darkness
{now is the time.. to stretch your brain to it's maximum}
I am one who is one with all things, thus the unorthodox i am
The paradox i am, the equinox extending my hand
Into dimensions to unlock new doorways
And so the light has revealed to me that there must be more ways
And so i play with rhythms, for something more than a mere game
Enabling me to advance in wisdom
Words will exist like vampires
No need for sunlight, from concentrations camps i escape
With my sanity -- in 2010 every man will be
Subject to global warming, formless oval
Millions of locusts swarming
Seek and you shall find the deliverer of a rhyme
The intelligent one, utilizing the mind third vision
Surrounded by a three-sided figure, containing the brain
The triggering mechanism from which i strike
Sight beyond sight, sound beyond sound
Which comes from below the magma, the granite, the ground
The surface will seperate, dispersing harmful ashes
Your optics will not be able to detect
The deadly hypnotical gases
Damn it's hard to breathe!!! but if i got one breath left;
I'll suck wind from the valley of death, here i come
From the slums of earth to center
I reveal myself as a beast within a, unbreakable shell
Walkin through the doorways of heaven -- or is this hell？
{the time is now.. right now.}
{this is the hour, this is the new dawn!
This is the new day.}
As i step into the thunderdome, with flows as the wind blows
Visualize the intros, releasing hypnotical gases
Chemicals mixed, fixed, takin it to the sixth
Round of poetical warfare; energetically i walk with the flare
Rampaging like a rock-like figure
Throughout the night's atmosphere i swear
My wrist holds mind-trigger darkness can't overshadow me
Cause of high rate of smashin you, then trashin you
After i'm bashin you, with my hammer
Whenceforth passed to me, by odin
Occasionally my pro-file is low-key gamma
Rays brainwashed to transforms me
But i still withhold my hammer, to lift me up
For god still is my upliftor
I use this knowledge just to crush the cluster of grifter
Night approaches so i proceed in flight
Back to the hall of justice as i continue to disintegrate em
Translating the codes in hypnotical language
Then a theta assault steppin up, frontin to be blunt
But i'm a radical creator of a poetical hypothetical
Mathematical slay slur, punch that, stun that amazes and dazes
And phases the stranger, with pages of the lost chapters
Unfound factors
So i stretch like reed richards across the land
Continue with reading your e-quilibrium
With concepts that confuse ya, metabolism's fallin off
Data consider oblivion
Now as i walk through the valley of death
Ignorin the battle lashes and gashes and rashes
The atom smashes, cause i released the last hypnotical gases!
5.Audience Pleasers
By the grace of god, i give a speech like malcolm
Expressin, flexin, flaunt the style that's wicked (uhh!)
Inflicted, addicted -- now people can't understand
The particular way that i've kicked it
Smooth (mmm) is it not？ (yup!)
Is it dope？ (yup!) is it hype？ (mmm-hmm) is it hot？
Easy for you to hum along to whenever i'm rappin
Keepin your feet, tappin, and keepin your hands
Comin together you may think you're nice but i am alpha beta
Glee and clap on the microphone, to kick a rhyme like, this
one..
Artistical formulas, label me as a hip lyric professor
Pressin to be the one a lyrical chauvanist
Study facts my brother, read all about it
Cause prince poetry and monch gets on down undoubted!
Somethin smooth yes, prepare for the audience pleasers
United together, through thick and thin forever
Just for the people's pleasure
This is something new for you
We are.. the simply too positive mc's
Design a rhyme like an inventor
Intertwine, combine the centrifugal forces in the center
Giving it a steady a flow, who's like dope (you are!)
Better yet, i'm like acid
Cooler than lake placid
You're loving it when i'm passing it off, slick (slick)
So that you know (so that you know)
Well it's me, your majesty, prince po, i flow
Like spring water out of a faucet when i complete it
The text like toss it cause i will toss it to the pharoahe
Capital m, lowercase o, then the n, then the c-h
Witness the presence of the two n-e-w
Intellectual through rhythm i went interjectin you
A few messages, paragraphs, stories, a few laughs
When it comes to steppin yo there ain't no quarters
Or even a half like poison, i subject to feed you venom
I find em, line em up, i fold em up, and monch will kill em!
Curteous! givin a high-five or handshake
But i can flip, like a chef at the house of pancakes
When i speak, i create a new strange tongue
Mc's clingin i bring on a new swing and they swung
Off the tip i'm well equipped to stick to the cut when rhymin
The kind of mc you find, with the mind of a ？mizda？
Chronological timing or maybe simon bar sinister
Hmmm, mm mm mmm! yo
Sometimes i'd rather stop acceleratin and flow
To a slowwwwwwwer tempo sit back relax bust the
Introduction that you're sleepin on, i must awaken you
Now come with us cruise in, cause me and monch
Is takin you to another dimension, keepin you up to par
Look up to me as an advisor
Much wiser than the average rap star／struck you
Not as another but a brother who's hype
Sim-pl-ly too positive mc's too dope too trife
To comprehend, this is finally the end
To my foes and my skeezers, the audience pleasers
Somethin smooth yes, prepare for the audience pleasers
United together, through thick and thin forever
Just for the people's pleasure
This is something new for you
We are.. the simply too positive mc's
6.Juminez Criqueta
7.Prisoners Of War
I stand here before the forces of evil with a style
The poetically god-gifted child
Bringin forth the story of a lyrical soldier
Blessed to manifest in the eyes of the beholder
Words of wisdom never abuse the lines
They increase, as i release a phrase like a uzi 9
From the larynx
Shot in repitition, words never heard before
But still the rendition of rap will enable me to attack
From dawn to dusk, for liberation
Driven i will never give in to interrogation
The rank, given to me, the pharoahe
Cause every bro flows like a crossbow
Equipped to pierce your soul with a poison-tip arrow
Any man wearing a blindfold can be misled
But wise are the ones with the eyes in the backs of the head
Here's the key to unlock the door：
Imagine a poet without poetical form
Rhymes are for sure as an attack
Cause they adapt to combat for the prisoners of war
I drop smash and causin damage equivalent
To a hy-drogen bomb, raidin villages like
A poetical soldier in vietnam, poetry
Releasin deadly gasses, bodies deteriorating
As they stalk past the fatal acid
As a rebel of rap, i stop, load the luger
As i manuever with the caution as i verbally counterattack
Striking like a mad sniper cause i'm the type of
Hyperactive viper to wipe away the enemy with no remedy
Cause i'm the epitome so don't try to get rid of me
You little itty-bitty twenty-five automatic, you're killin me
Cause i'm a glock 9 that will rock your mind
Distortin it, shorten your brainwaves
As the rhyme intertwine with the sign of the times
Don't sleep cause i creep attackin from the side
That is blind, therefore i gotta be hard to the core
And i walk, as a prisoner of war
Wake up to the mathematics of an erratic rap
Rejuvenator of rhyme, that sort of come automatic
Poetical medical medicine for the cerebellum
I divert em and flirt em insert em then i repel em
A breakdown, poetical shakedown
Fifty-two pick-up a stick-up so get on the floor facedown
The ammo to keep the people steppin
Breakin open the vault because i'm like a verbal assault weapon
I'm mathematical, acrobatical
Attack the wack take rap to the maximum
You're strung out you're hung out when you heard the style
That i brung out of faint air must come out my mouth
Where i stick my tongue out in the at-mos-phere
Take a good look at what's happening here
On the microphone, i'm rappin
Pickin-em-stickin-em up, breakin-em-shakin-em up, and bashin
The lyric dictator, the aviator of antonym
All beware to prepare for the guillotine
Rhymes go express, expert, extreme
Be up to par with wisdom and intellect
Detatching one's head directly from one's neck
Still i've been illing and drilling your brain
Like a villain i came in the darkness to spark the literature
for sure
When i rhyme for the prisoners of war
There is strength in my men-tal-bolism, brains to spare
Upon info, knowledge, data, greater aspects
Affects my future environment
So in the event i drop science to suit ya, uproot ya
Hunt ya down
Verbally attackin from the ground up to intellectually shoot ya
Lurkin through the shadows of darkness, shots fired
The spark hits the trees, releasin lyrical ammo
While i camoflouge in the flash of my stature
Mentally cease mc's, that be surrounded i capture
And enemy lines are crushed, bumrushed
And plus your government officials are corrupted
Cause they're down with us; poetical rebels on a rampage
Of wrecked dialects, blown lyric projects
Heat is scopin you through my infrared twenty-twenty
Scope lens, steppin upon base that's when the
Organized konfusion massacre begins with a blast
Never will an intruder approach cause they will never ever last
Cause the task is total termination
Poetry and the pharoahe starts as the revelation
8.The Rough Side Of Town(South Side)
South side's a town with a lot of hustle and bustle
A kid got stuck, for a buck under the trussle
Died with pride, he thought he had a big heart muscle
He fought back, but the attack was brutal
Futile to his survival and the event that his crew will
Seek revenge on the assailants who rushed him
They crushed him, snuffed the life all out of his body
He had friends a benz with rims by gotti
Guys wanted to beat him, girls wanted to greet him
Kids wanted to be him when they saw him in the coliseum
Lots of cash hoppin fast on the avenue
Pump up your system loud, and he'll laugh at you
Cause under the tec is a gooseneck
And a glock 9, when he stops at the light
Pumpin rides into the top in ...
South side (repeat 10x)
I grew up on the rough side of town, kids play stick-up
Playing the game of survival going uptown to pick up
Supportin the taste, with leathers and bamboos and black timbs
Benz parked, at the curb while puffin herb (word)
Cruisin, one-six-oh, with the lean
Sportin bv's on the beamer with the italian wintergreen interior
While the alpine pump, you get open
Hoppin hopin to catch them all open, girls scopin as you unlock
Now you gotta go gotta go
Hoppin down merit to get back to the four-oh
Back in the days queens never got props
But south side had citywide respect plus knockouts
Forty, baisley, suptin, merit
Queens wack step back i don't wanna hear it i'm from
South side (16x, scratching intermixed)
Projectiles are fittin, inside of a clip and
Personally there's no particular name that's written
On the side of a slug, damn it's bugged
When pretty women begin to bend over a drug
She used to be the type of girl that was flashy
Now the scars from the concrete make her knees look ashy
Cops constantly stay on high speed chases
Trying to remember faces from previous arrest cases
Bulletproof vest is the hottest items to invest in
Shots fired one was hit with the hollow-tip and it caved his
chest in
Kids are gathered around him coffin quiet
Softly they're standin cause there's baby left as an orphan
Cause the life of an illegal entrepeneur
Is more than a rag-a-ma-jaga a scorpio buy my cure
South side (repeat 4x)
Your man wants to get rid of ya
Cause now you're the number one neighborhood pharmeceutical
distributor
How could you ever expect this
From your man that he would plant product inside of your lexus
Today you're having lunch with a cutie
You gotta hunch you're the type of brother that's moody
So instead you drive a sterling, lime green
To match the colors inside of your eightball sherling
So today he escapes fate, to live another day
To pick up scale weight inside of a ghetto
Inside of the ghetto, cars gather together
Gettin ready to hop, under the summer weather
Armor all glistenin in the sun, it's four cars
And they're each two deep, but you still find it necessary to
carry a gun
Hoppin to the beach, with a jeep
Full of chinese cut broads passin by perpetrators
Perpetratin frauds, you're on the beach, playin cards
Thinkin about, pickin up a convertible saab
As the sun sets, you all jet inside of the ride
But your mentality flips, cause you gotta get back to the
South side (repeat 16x)
9.Organized Konfusion
Capital p-to-the-r-to-the, i-to-the-n-to-the-c-to
The-e-to-the-p-to-the-o-to-the-e.. try harder, don't bother
Prince poetry, the man, not a myth
I'm not the type that you can walk up and eff with
Don't sleep, just peep the whole damn connnnn-cept
I'm out to wreck!! sucker mc's steppin to me with garbage
I'm goldilocks and i'm, taxin your porridge (yeah!)
Ooooooh, cold but yummy
I slept in your bed, and your girl sucks funny
I'm out to bash, beats and, drop snares
Crush tables and smash up chairs, yeah
So consider me on a rampage
I spread out and hit ya like a sawed off twelve gauge
So back up, don't play me close
Most boast to be the best, but you can't, and will never
Ever in your life, come close to a mic, assassinator
I'm playin you out like beta
I'm, watchin you, front
Flaunt your puss-head lookin just like bark
This is just a verbal whippin
For all you who don't fall, but you keep slippin
Shootin the gift for the guh-guh-gab
I'm gonna dunk on your neck just like kareem
Ab-dul, yo and ain't cool
So don't let me act like a fool
Cause i'm takin off from the tip-top of the key
With the rock passed by the pharoahe m-o-n, c-h
The chosen lyrical soldier who backs me up
When punks verbally and, physically try to get over
With no skills, no comp..petition
Havin you reminiscin about a brother
Who don't give a damn about dissin
Black and white, clever like a superstition
Cause concepts flow, with the use of a
Pen, a sheet, and when braincells meet
Brain-bustin mc's try to get hype but
Smell like doo-doo cause they can't even wipe butt
Stuck-up and quite conceited
Your one hit song, all year long, at shows
Everybody knows it cause you're gonna repeat, like reruns
Put your iron away, cause i got three guns
Now that we've got things up and out in the open
And clear yo, grab a chair
Cause i swing with a style that's rather ill
The illiterate can't consider it legitimate so i
Kick simplistic rhymes for the plain
For the peanuts, i commence to go insane
Shredder of a competitor, makin it better for
Rap listeners, cause i'm headed for
The top of the hill where jack can't chill
Just me and jill cause jack has no skills
Now tell me why everybody wants to be a prince
No skills, no sense, nonsense
I'm steppin up front, and to be quite,
Blunt a radical creator of a poetical hypnotical mathematical
Slang slurs punch, that stuns and amazes
Prince poetry shoots powerful phrases
Interrupting your braincells, dilutin your thoughts
Causin side effects fully disintegratin body parts
Cause i stalk when i pray upon in the form of the flesh
Now weaken when prince poetry commence speakin
Side by side i rock with the pharoahe
Watch you decomposin mc's, and look there's only a shadow
Too late, cause i'm gone, i explode
And i drop a hip-hop again, atomic, atom bomb
Releasin lyrics that you better not be usin
Organizin beats that you find konfusin
Yeah.. here we go..
Aiyyo umm prince (yo!) brothers try to swing on me
Nut i don't think they can hit it (nah)
These (these) styles, mc's they, just can't get it (why？)
The way i ar-ti-cu-late my flows (my flows!)
Sometimes i think i know some shit
Some mc's just don't know; the
Quicker i'm kickin the style
Slippin and stickin the words hit quicker
Better figure the verbs are thick in you
While the poetical fanatical rap acrobatical style
Static never had any so i'm packin a black
Automatic pistol itchy by the c.i.a.
By the way, my display of rhymes that i will lay
Down on wax, distributed from a zodiac
Digitally, with a funky appeal
From the reel to reel, it doesn't matter
I still got the skill to get ill
Straight literature when you try to hit em with your
Wack style, the critics are sore to crack smiles
So back up black cause you lack the skills
When i ask your girl, tax your girl
She said she wanted it from the back so i waxed your girl
So why would you try to swing, on a nigga
With a itchy trigger finger better bring a bigger auto
Hit, swing a nigga if you wanna get rid of me (damn)
Your first mistake, was to consider me
A new jack black when i ahhhh-lready knew that
So get back, step back, move back, out of my way
When i roll offbeat (offbeat) again
Again and again and again and again and again
Blending the style, mending it like this
So that you can check it out when i flow awkwardly
Awkwardly i flow, yo, let's go
Most don't recollect me as t-r-o, y
Cause i'ma get fly, with a microphone
Dope with a microphone, you can't cope with a microphone
Cause i'ma be illin, buckin off into your grill and
Fillin your face with knuckles and watchin the blood spill in
Down the sewer, always knew i could do a brother
With a crew of, good mc's
Or maybe even a few are stale mc's
I scatter data that'll catapault a metaphor
The epitcle epilogue editor
Trendsetter, letters are formin together
In the jaw side of my mouth, i'm alphabetic
Call me a librarian, rhymes are scary when
I mix verbs and phrases and put the vocabulary in places
Where, only the m-o-n-c-h can do it
So don't ever despise
Red is the color when you look in to my organized／eyes
You'll see konfusion
When i'm usin a style for abusin mc's are loosin.. quick
The o-r-g-a-n-i-z-e-d-k-o-n-f-u-s-i-n-g will transmit!
10.P.s. 48
11.Roosevelt Franklin
Don't forget to do that thing for your mother roosevelt!
Yeah yeah yeah, alright, alright
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
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)
12.Who Stole My Last Piece Of Chicken
13.Open Your Eyes
There's just too many rages
Too many infinite screams at night, we're living in concrete
cages
Another child is doomed, to be torn in his mother's womb
By the spark of the twelve gauges
Sometimes it seems like i can't go on, i can't go on
But when i envision a black man with thorns in his hand
On a crucifix i get strong
Never will i ever let a devil deceive me again (ha!) mislead me
Cause what i'ma hit you with's gonna hurt (yeah)
Because the flesh is meaningless it remains amongst the dirt
But the soul is uplifted
10-31-67 i'm god gifted
Mc's are changing it grows like a fungus
Beware of the evil that walks among us, behold
A fallen angel, hark, the rebel
The mark of 6-6-6, the devil
You better beware cause he's comin behind you
No it doesn't take long for him to find you
It's a sneak attack black, he's gonna smack you
In the form of a rock that's inside of a capsule
Or maybe in the form of a man
That says to trust me and then begins to shake your hand
But when you examined your hand you learned
You're alarmed that your palm was disfigured and burned
No no no no, it's not surprising
Open your book, look to the horizon
Start scoping, open your eyes and strive to
Study the holy qu'ran or read the holy bible
I'm making a getaway, plan it's gonna be a better way
There's gotta be a better day
Hmmmmmmm... and now i ask, lord have mercy upon me
And grant me sight, for what i can't see
For you are the shephard and i shall not want
To front, yes to be blunt, i won't flunk
For i am blessed with the gift of knowledge (yeah)
Without college, but now let's shift
Into the specific dimension that we call earth
Where god gave us the gift of birth
Last but not least ephessians 6 tells you to teach the child
Revelation tells about two day swarms, the guns and diseases
Homicides over epidemics and crack vials
Got guns going buck buck buck buck
And when you look up you see a kid got struck
But mentally the blood pours out of the mother's heart
Cause it hurts to lose to lucifer's part (mmm, yeah)
Yes, for i have seen the light
That shines bright even in the dark of the night
And i (i) thank (thank) thee (thee)
For constantly watching over me
There are about, four hundred and fifty-thousand homeless
without housing
Brothers sharing cells and sharing beds
They can't seek a job with this hair that's dread
Sit back and face reality with these lyrics
I hope they can uplift your spirits
(we're living in the last days, we're living in the last days)
Cause god made water and trees food man woman
Land fire grass animals clouds and sunrays to shine
On the parents of those twenty-six kids that died last year
(last year)
And it's a shame it's a crying shame, uhh
Sometimes i felt that i was there
You better get up and wipe to clear your eyes
And get right with the master of disguise
14.Intro
＊ ironically, this is the second-to-last song on the album
Lemon to a lime, lime to a lemon
Confusin the men-tabolism in men and women with
Lyrical re-citals that i'm givin, some consider
Me an intellectual hip-hop transmitter
Lime to a lemon, a lemon to a lime
I flow to many.. rhythms, to many rhythms
I rhyme, off of the tempo, sim-pl-istic
But consequently distorts the instru-mentality
Causin an illusion
Organized, but at the same time, konfusing
Wack emceeeeeeeeeeeees, your time is up!
Your rhymin suck (suck), on my stack
Your climbin up but not to par, prince, poetry posesses
The correct, literature showin you who the best is
Be-hold the prince rose to the special occasion
Servin a bowl of bran with the extra raisin
Organized konfusion blastin you with a
Missile, designed for a ripper, rippin up mics
For crowds just like any-body
Who rocks parties cause we carry good-n-plenty
Mmamamm-many mma-many many moons ago
When i reminisce i used to flow to slow
Beats, keepin the pace straight
Capital m capital o capital n capital c..
Cap-i-tal h, relates to a terrific
So never anticipate, on a specific style
When i ？stiplicate？, my hieroglyphic file, wait
I'm the prolific child (these.. are..)
Styles are (simplistic) we (rhymes)
Like a lime (to a lemon) and a lemon (to a lime)
15.Who Stole My Last Piece Of Chicken？
'of all the things my momma used to cook;
I liked..' 'chicken!'
You know that chicken i put in the refridgerator last night？
Well i expect to find it when i get home, or else!
Damn it really hurts my heart to remember these (remember these)
Days way back, in the seventies (seventies)
The only aids you used to know was kool-aids
Corn-bread, corn-rows, and corn-br-aids
Pull up a chair, read a book like dr. seuss
Peel off the skin, eat all the meat
Nibble on the bone, and then suck the goo
Man if my mother was the colonel, her chicken woulda sold
It even taste better the next day cold
Chick-chicken.. chick-chick-chick-chicken
When i collect my thoughts i recollect
I used to listen to my moms (to my mommy)
'damn it!' everyday,
'boy you better clean up your room before you go outside and
play'
Yo monch you can remember when we used to play skelly way back
Blastin wax, side or tops, prince don't play that
Uh-oh, it's six o'clock, i'm late for dinner
If my girl wasn't his girl, i was definitely in her
Got in them print skirts (yo you was feenin for a chicken fix)
Ran in the kitchen and put my finger in the cornbread mix
..
Mom yells dinner's ready, cause she's the boss
All i needed was my ketchup, and my hot sauce
And my, cornbread, now i'm, ready to dig in
Pick the meat off the bone, and then i ate the skin
But i'll tell you, what my mother would say..
'somebody stole my piece of chicken!' ...
But i'll tell you, what my mother would say..
'somebody stole my piece of chicken!'
Round (up) round (up) one (two) three
I'm fresh out of the batch, and you can't catch me
Mrs. mary mac, all dressed in black
She's rather fat, and she, carries a bat
She's the nosiest lady on the block when it's hot
Cops get shot when we played swat
But no one never died though, we just cried
Only to laugh again when my moms made fried..
Chicken barbecues in the summer was the move
Whoo! hah hah, hah hah hah, grand groove
Was the jam grandmaster vic played in the park
Past the dark, i seen the spark, so did me, troy and mark
Went to the rib shack, ordered chicken and the collard
Greens but there's no money left in my wallet
But i kept fifty cents for my juice (word？)
Now we would go to troy's house and get loose (uhh)
..
I'm.. just.. looking out of the window (window)
Watching the asphault grow (grow) slow (slow)
My best friend, was a g.i. joe
Although he had bald spots in his afro
Play with the kids your own age, that's what they used to tell
us
I got jealous, when we couldn't run with the big fellas
Bullies on the block used to beat us
I was quick as a cat, in fact, i was a cheetah
Es-pecially when we played, follow the leader
Little suzy may robinson used to play
Show and tell with my peter
..
I used to rock my british walkers to church
After the choir sang the preacher started to preach
So i had to search
For a pen and some paper to keep myself occupied
But the aroma from the kitchen came and sat by my side
And said, 'mmmmmmmm! you know i smell good'
I said to myself, 'please oh please reverend now would
You speed up the sermon so i can determine
Whether i'ma have peas or collars greens
With my chicken that i'm yearnin'
Turnin to the usher in the back, whispering,
'please keep the chicken monster from coming through
The crack of the door!' later at the table
Moms poppped my hand until it was sore
Cause i ate the chicken, before
The preacher said grace, but i'm ready to go for self
But there's not one piece of chicken on the table left
(what happened to that wing man？)
(where that chicken go？)
Chick-chick-chick-chicken
(where that chicken go？)
Chick-chick-chick-chicken
Chick-chick-chick-chicken
Chick-chick-chick-chicken
You know that chicken i put in the refridgerator last night？
Well i expect to find it when i get home, or else!
But i'll tell you, what my mother would say..
'somebody stole my piece of chicken!'
'i didn't take your chicken pop'
Just wait til i get home, cause ain't no chicken left
(hey that's cool)
Miss clarabell took the last piece of chicken
(that's cool!)
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