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Текст песни Organized Konfusion - Stress

Organized Konfusion - Stress слова песни

Chorus: Repeat 4XCrush, kill, destroy, stressVerse One: Prince PoetryPain, stressMy brain, can`t even restIt`s hard to maintain the pressure on my chestExcess frustration strikes!Blood rushes my head when I come across roadsWith dead mics and wack promoted shows it`s hardBut with the presence of GodI`m true to the gameSo I`m back black, to take charge, and recap-turethe time, wish it could never be wack -- I`m pureI insert my lifeline into the track, the energyIn me is a poison with no un-revealed remedyI`m spreading, like leprosy, throughout the record labelCause mines put me and Monch`s career in jeapordyCan you come see me in the ghetto where it`s darkBullets are real lost peeps lurks in the heartLord knows it hurts, we kick the Hertz to the curbExecute first things first, and put blunted minds to workMy herd`s tight and my fans supportsSo I`m a-ight, for the time being seeing peaceBut taking no shorts (no shorts)Chorus(album version includes a short "taxi cab" skit here)Verse Two: Pharoahe MonchRarrrrrgh!You will now consider me the apocalyptic oneAfter this rhyme, henceforth, there is noneNO more will exist, when I emergeFrom the mist in whence I was born into, scornedMost of you can`t even comprehend what I am sayingto you even in my human form the message I`m relayingWhy do you choose to mimic these wack MC`s?Why do you choose to listen to R&B?Why must you believe somethin is fatJust because it`s played on the radio, 20 times per day?My perception of poetical injection is ejactulationThe Immaculate ConceptionThe hall walker, who stalks bodies in Central ParkSoon emergency services`ll outline that body in chalkThen I begin to walk away and spitThen when I walk away I talk shit!Huh, a driver sprayed my face with maceShe didn`t know that I enjoyed the taste of radioactive wasteWhen I`m in the backseat of your mid-town taxiDon`t even ask me for the cash GThe four cabs before didn`t pick me upNow ask yourself who the fuck`s gonna stick me upChorus

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