Organized Konfusion

The Extinction Agenda
...the extinction agenda ......the extinction agenda ...Back is the incredible O-R, G-to-the-A N-I, Z-E, D with a K O-N-F-U-S-to-the-I-O-N [Verse One: Prince Poetry] Emerging up, to another level, there I stand Hand to hand rap combat black Back in the land I expand data for the wack leaving multilated bodies lacerated limbs grim sites And new jacks, pick up six and grab the ore Dig deep into the ghetto (absorb) I take you to a new realm Levitating above the norm anticipating me to pick up seven more new jacks and commencing with this and fading (So how dare you question) The original aborigine In the vicinity the city's committee consider me the trilogy of terror, whatever I do I bring light You're blinded by the glare of the trendsetter Beware when I strike, blueprints like no other The soldier of fortune, the undercover Rebel of rap attackin the ones who's attackin blacks I'm on a mission of peace, I make tracks Elevate with the almighty God in front of me Letras de cancionesTeach seeds in the hood the truth, the wannabe competitor will have no other choice but to surrender Can't stand the pressure, the extinction agenda [Chorus: x2] The Extinction Agenda, hah! The Extinction Agenda, uhh. The Extinction Agenda, uhh The Extinction Agenda, uhh [Verse Two: Pharoahe Monche] I'm the poetical poltergeist I heist tracks from the past And return 'em to the present time in rhyme form What was once dead is now resurrected on the record And the physical words are mere residuals for my bidding For my disposal to dispose of... who are you kidding Nightfall, I stuff the rook, then I'm looking for the original book which contains the words of God Six hours until dawn, my quest to capture the queen without being seen by the pawns Call me Bishop, bishop takes rook, rook takes pawn pawn takes knight, knight takes queen Queen takes the original King James virgin (check) I'm surgin up when I'm emergin False clergymen you're urgin me to call you a virgin when to say the least Who can you trust when a priest is now the beast? (who? what? why? and when?) I'm the assassinator of rap Hit rip rhyme rap ritual hit you with my best shot Get you sit you down, let you know I never get dropped When I flip-flop hip-hop, when I wreck shop (nigga) I move, with the finesse and the smoothness Even inside of the grooves of a record, check it Check it again, check it again, check it again Check the metaphors, make sure they're making sense and then Gimme one-hundred percent credit Let it, medi-tate, in your brain, like a seda-tive I said it and I bet it dwelve in your bloodstream.... let it live The verses of curses that burst in the face of the first time offenders In the realm of the extinction agenda [Chorus] From Letras Mania