Текст песни Organized Konfusion - Walk Into the Sun, слова песни Organized Konfusion

Текст песни Organized Konfusion - Walk Into the Sun

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[Prince Poetry]The sun reflects off of the waves at seaRain support roots that implants the treeThere`s a breeze - in the park, kites fly highUnder the branches, con-vertibles fly byThe sky..[Pharoahe Monch]..blue, fields greenPaints a picture that creates a sceneof the destiny that controls my fateReflections of light, creates shapes[Prince Poetry]Inside of this particular sphere, I see kids in the streetWhen I pass, I go Beep! Beep! Beep![Pharoahe Monch]See the black boy over there runnin scaredHis old man runs numbers summersCome in and he`ll feel dumb if his sondoesn`t have a new pair of sneakersSo he combinates people`s numbers in sequencewhen play straight, but not in the leaders[Organized Konfusion]Hip-Hop pumps inside of Jeeps and carsIt`s daytime but we still peep starsParties every night, we gotta move, we gotta goWe gotta step, let`s, jet!We gotta get away, we gotta do it nowWe gotta walk into the sun! Ha hahWe gotta get away, we gotta do it nowWe gotta walk into the sun!We gotta get away, we gotta do it nowWe gotta walk into the sun! Ha hahWe gotta get away, we gotta do it nowWe gotta walk.. in..to.. the.. sun..[Pharoahe Monch]Love and hate, black and whiteRight or wrong, who is right?Some smoke joints to annoint their brainto the vanishing point, so they won`t go insane[Prince Poetry]Mother may I? Yes you mayTake some giant steps, to go out, and playI got next, sorry Duke, I got my fiveYou better call next, and step to the side[Pharoahe Monch]There`s no specific topic of speech in this rhymeI just wanna go on a rideon a kaleidoscopic tree, visually..[Prince Poetry]..individually, we go our seperate waysto get our haircuts and mustaches trimmedRockin a t-shirt, shorts with thick sockswith my boots that I nickname Tim-berHere comes dayfallI can remember when we used to chill and hangwith Paul, Sea..[Organized Konfusion]We gotta get away, we gotta do it nowWe gotta walk into the sun! Ha hahWe gotta get away, we gotta do it nowWe gotta walk.. in..to.. the.. sun..Sittin on a stoop, while the Johnny-pump shootswater while we eat fruitsThe radio pumps, rockin to L.O.N.S. and yesthe girls display flesh by the way they dress[Prince Poetry]The Ave surprises, the fulfilling collageof scratches that strike like sticky matchesAttacking techniques with combinatingConstantly motivating highly elevating the light steps[Pharoahe Monch]When the air gets thick and you can feel the tensionI bypass Howard, and detour BensonCause I don`t really feel like fencing todaySo I chill in my own dimension and listen to the sax blow.... flow, abstract the sax always seems to relax youBut at the same time, it attacks youIn this particular era of darknessBust a rhyme that might enlighten the mind and spark thistrail to follow the light that`s guiding you fromthe evil that you walk into the sunFrom what I see it`s an addictionI`ll explain to the brain about pain afflictionGrab my hand, hold it tightlyClose your eyes and maybe you might see what I seeYo, what I said simplisticBut what I see`s not materialistic[Prince Poetry]My hayfever is actin up, so I took a couple of antihistaminesWHEW! I got struck with reliefNow patiently, I wait for the summerCause the spring brings pollen and that can be a bummerA terrific brother was havin a specific get-together by the beachRolling Rock`s, plus Peach Schnapps, served on the rocksThe Organisms play the boardwalk, pullin numbers from Pros` PeakThe scenario, where we go pumpin the Alpine stereoHop along the turnpike on our way to the merry-go--round up the herbs at six flags; we`re on a missionHittin the streets of New York in zig-zagsWalkin to the park, hark, the herald, named Eraldwho creates with chartsCentral Park swarms with intellectual dialectsWith the potential, of the city`s best emergency medical techsSo I dip dip diveListen to the musicians in the park play liveThe Funky Drummer was drummin even though he was a bumSome couldn`t comprehend, the vibe that blendedWith the sum, there were some, who wasn`t dumbI supported with the hum, dropped five bucks, cause he was the oneYo, I gave a clap, I gave a wink, I gave a shoutI gotta meet the Monch, STRIKE THREE, and I was out!

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Walk Into the Sun

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