ORGANIZED KONFUSION - Walk Into The Sun lyrics

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[prince poetry]<br>There's a breeze, 34 degrees of heat<br>Jeeps pumping organized, kids in the street<br>Bugging, brothers in the car with brand new pumps<br>50 bars, oh man<br>It's kinda sunny so I'm sliding on the down<br>Low, waiting for divine to come around<br>So we can be out, weather of caravan of honeys to the beach<br>To burn my toes in the sand<br><br>[pharoahe monch]<br>Running to motivate, lace up the boots real tight<br>Pants are sagging, we're hanging all night<br>But I got to get a bite to eat<br>Cause I be needing nourishment to move my feet<br>Now it's about time that we round up the heard<br>So I can get lifted, word<br>Who's got the weed and beat, yes I'm ready to get elevated<br><br>[prince poetry]<br>Never hesitated, to round up the heard for a night of ex-<br>Citement, tight to the look of ? lie lighten? <br>Philly, 40 dogs passed around<br>Hanging with han solo and ? ? ? now we're new york bound<br>Back to the southside of town where I flip it<br>In the summer, I pumps the drummer up so I can kick it<br>Represent organized as I walk into the sun<br>And that's how it went<br><br>[female singing] [organized konfusion]<br>Everybody, everybody walk...in...to...the...sun<br>Walk into the, walk into the sun as I walk into the sun (repeat 2x)<br><br>[pharoahe monch]<br>Put one foot in front of the other<br>That's how we walk into the sun my brother<br>Put away your razors, knives, guns<br>No need for that, black, as we walk into the, sun<br>Or should I say run? <br>Chasing girls with the big fat buns<br>Mmmm, or should I say bitty? <br>I know smitty's, girls with the big fat (ahhhh!)<br>Nah, I can't say that<br>I love when you touch 'em and they say I don't play that<br><br>[prince poetry]<br>Oooooh, give me mine as I walk into the sunshine<br>Cars going beep beep<br>Bully-burger bound to get something to eat<br>Uptown, ain't no other way, sugar<br>I'd rather squash the beef, but never hesitate a moment to pull a<br>Trigger to protect self<br>Kicking the wicked styles I could possibly kick to my last breath<br>Deleting the idiot who commences to lollygag<br>Riding a black doo rag to bed, to work, to play, mmmm, whatever<br>Mmmmm, word, that's what's happening<br>So I will say like mmmmm come get it<br>Collect loot and with the monch I split it<br>Money b and tupac is my west coast connect<br>When I'm in the bay area on the set<br>As I walk into the sun I got to give props to the supporters<br>And the ones who bought us cause the rest get the buttocks<br><br>[pharoahe monch]<br>Let the sun shine in, greet it with a grin<br>Open up your heart and let the sun shine in<br>I'm having sex on the beach with a black russian<br>See we was discussing our fuzzy navel<br>She used to live on long island with iced tea<br>And a sneaky little freak named bloody marie<br>She was absolut-ly on some other kamikaze type tip, she<br>The way she dove on me, held my hand<br>Walking along the boardwalk, kicking sand<br>And not to mention the air gets thick<br>In the summer so I buy pants thin and quick<br>No we're not cowards, dammit, but life's a beach<br>So you never catch me in howard<br>Chilling together, however, I'm gonna walk into the sun<br>No matter the weather<br><br>[female singing] [organized konfusion]<br>Everybody, everybody walk...in...to...the...sun<br>Walk into the, walk into the sun as I walk into the sun (repeat 2x)<br><br>Everybody, everybody, you gotta walk into the sun<br>Got to get away, walk into the sun<br><br>Walk!