how to maintain Stepped off at City Hall into the rain And ran into my nigga named Dane, I mean Hakeem And we was buildin' on how we could organize
from New Orleans They had a fifth friend, she was straight black Portuguese Pretty palm olive soaped skin, Aloe Veralese She looked like the type of chick you only see in fantasies
live within four walls scrape insect infested dreams cancer cornered worn accepting misery as a way of dealing within this complex fantasy which way or
drum, you what I'm saying? I was born botanical, the soul of an animal Deep beneath the layers, I sink my roots No need for mechanical, I come strictly organical
the book! The salt on my lips is an enzyme, That metabolizes reality, To fuel these dirty delusions! You're leading me to these CONCLUSIONS! The organs
asleep or paralyzed Why are we scared to verbalize Our multicolor dreams? When will we come to realize We're all stoned or pacified While the boogie men organize
One two, one two three four I'm gonna organize some changes in my life I'm gonna exercise the demons of my past I'm gonna take the car and hit the open
lunches with the city suppers punching (hurdling) tomorrow since I sit in consquence merging brings to bubble up along the edges of precious child fantasy
the Captain's gonna sign him to Jive and that's the truth Taking care of my functions still smokin' up the shrubery I stopped eating chicken 'cause the shit was too rubbery Produce organic
to say? I say G's are making figures at a high regard And niggas dying for it nowadays ain't odd Investing in fantasies and not God Welcome to reality
to say? I say G's are making figures at a high regard And niggas dying for it Nowadays ain't odd, investing in fantasies And not God, welcome to reality
Visualize to yesterday and all it had to say Memorize the wise tales and who they betray Organize all your thoughts and tile them away Insanity was the
history is rotten, the young, young and pure Grow dead and cold I don't need a book for saving, fellowship or days of praying Organizing means dilution
I'ma hooked on On your sweet, sweet love for sure, yes There's no telling what sweet love can do It can make your wildest dreams come true Yes, love it ain't no fantasy
to the types of things that won't Necessarily make you happier They'll just give you a greater range of emotions And I can feel myself getting lured into deeper oceans of Fantasy
jizzm It's a profitable business to rationalize into cynicism That it's wrong but it isn't No. 5: never let a female be equal with you Equal right's a fantasy
pole is ready to squirt a fantasia or lickstabation Your firm tits, I wanna lick you quite to death Unfuck your belly button and spread your legs right to left Grab my organ
The fascists and their many guises Anarchists and their fantasizing It seems sometimes they're sailing the same boat Politicians mesmerizing throngs of
