Sign up. What can you say? When it's all been said before. What can you write? When nothing's right anymore. Where is the cop out? And the line
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has been taken care of Dumbledore left you a lot of clues to get through, But he did not tell you where to go The mouth organ, was only ever, a mouth organ
Seems you've been chasing air, And it's something that you can't hold onto. But it's this question that i ask, Who's that singing in the alley?
His organ sounds like clouds brushing against the moon on an ice crusted midnight, But everything it hurts every thing it hurts everything it hurts everything
And the Elder Tree offers me wisdom for protection He said, "You see son, if you can learn from a mistake how can it be one? And other seeds need examples
If you're tired of the scene And rock doesn't mean a thing And all the girls look bad when they sing: La da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da
Oh goodness me We've got to meet I need someone to have fun
] [Prince Poetry:] There is no equivalent one consider me the epitome of rhymes Rhythm to techs execution is parallel to them with an exception of the organisms
go far; cause Shante had the scar Now everybody knew why motherfuckers started droppin But nobody knew Shante's ex-husband, was needle poppin And on the other
[Intro:] Organized Organized Organized Organized Organized (Organized) Organized (Organized) Organized (Organized) Organized (Organized) [Chorus:] Fudge
one component That's the motive of locs, big payback shit Organizin, for your Late Night Action [x2, substitute fourth line in first repeat with "Organizin
(feat. Large Professor) [Pharoahe Monch] Yo, it's the verbal assult weapon with words uncanny You can fool me but I cannot fuck with Rudy Gulliani Press
, I pumps the drummer up so I can kick it Represent Organized as I walk into the sun And that's how it went [Female singing (Organized Konfusion)] Everybody
builds it's time to prove Attica Blues from the Dept, collect mine's cos I already paid my dues Uhh, emerging up from teh Organized dungeon keeping this
(feat. O.C.) [Verse 1: Pharoahe Monch] I figure the configuration on exactly how many steps it'll take me For I get to the passenger side of the car
good that the world still exists Tra dwi ar ben fy hun 'ma ar y l? While I'm on my own here on the road Organ yn dy geg! Organ in your mouth! Wel, dwi
[Chorus x2] Yo god, I'm tryin to stack and get a castle Cook lyrical keys in the lab Bag 'em on two inch plates, DATs too Organized rime, time is money
