Organized Konfusion Black Sunday Lyrics

Lawd, help me out now
We gotta get together
We gotta organize
No matter the weather
It�s a black sunday, hey..

[pharoahe monch]
I used to watch my grandmother catch the holy ghost in church
For her soul she would search
Five years later now I�m off to work
In a department store, I�m foldin pants and shirts-ah
At the end of the week-ah, lawd
Just enough loot to put some cheap sneakers on my feet
That�s when I made a promise to my momma I said
"i betcha you see me at the apollo one day and i�ma..
Be kickin that fat funk s___;
Black, mackadocious -- speakers in the back trunk s___"
Cause the boss is boss and need is costing me
To miss classes and I feel he spoke to me
To be a jackass in the future; then, who�s gonna shoot ya?
At this point in my life is where I chose to write rhymes..
.. instead of doing crimes
Nineteen eighty-six to nineteen eighty-nine
Organized konfusion, did not, get, signed
But we will soon one day, until then
I return at twelve at noon on the track, black sunday

Chorus:

Lawd, help me out-ah
We gotta get together
We gotta organize
No matter the weather
It�s a black sunday

[prince poetry]
Delete the pork cigarettes and forty-nine cent soda
We came a long way and I�m still runnin for my freedom
Still have one hundred miles to go, escape from the
Crack villllles, so, you can feed that baby
I used to ride the elevator with the crazy lady
I year later I made demo cassettes with the monch
And ? tastik? was on the fader, rhymes ran out quick so i
Encouraged monch to start writing rhymes
And mrs. j cooked dinner then we came into same hard times
Sour contract shouldn�t have been on the plate
Two apes escaped, back to l.a. with our demo tape
The state of mind I was in since paul sea died is that
I gotta get mines, representin 40 projects so i�m
All-in, gotta make papes and all that
Close my own record deal cause I can�t fall for that
Old snake s___, hissin in the grass
For the cash, little cents, intuition listen
If you�re missin my money, my fist you will be kissin
Dang... I don�t even understand

Chorus:

Lord, help me out now
We gotta get together
We gotta organize
No matter the weather
It�s a black sunday

Outro:

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Like to say whassup to my whole herd
Like to say rest in peace to my man ? dilu?
And rest in peace to my man juice
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