ORGANIZED KONFUSION - Stress lyrics
rate me[pharoahe monch]<br>Yo, it's the verbal assult weapon with words uncanny<br>You can fool me but I cannot fuck with rudy gulliani<br>Press the panic button, shit it's the schizophranic, can it<br>I can kill it from the west coast to the atlantic<br>Nowadays it seems it's hard to maintain<br>Can't take the stress, yes god, I'm going insane<br>If you can fill my veins say yes<br>If you can feel the pain say stress<br>Pharoahe, I possess the skills to bring it to yor chest<br>With lyrics and manifestation for the entire nation<br>With his excellency prince standing next to me<br>And especially extra p on the sp<br>12 zero zero, I stand tall and be a hero<br>In times of stress, the pharoahe won't fess<br><br>Crush, kill, destroy, stress (repeat 16x)<br><br>[large professor]<br>Now nothing ain't deeper than having to throw a nigga in the sleeper<br>Don't stress, and take that shit from large profess<br>Cause I be on the train trying to maintain<br>Getting lower than the whole while the record man gain<br>And it make me want to sting somebody, with the shottie<br>Cause I can't relate to living less than great<br>So I while I make a fat beat to eat<br>Some of my mans from john ball high school are sleeping in the street<br>That stress shit is ill, if you let it, it will<br>Having your ass on the staircase smoking a scrill<br>Never that for me, nigga my name's extra p<br>I can't afford to be stressed the fuck out in '93<br>Or '94, cause everybody knows my solution<br>To being stressed is looking at the front door<br><br>Crush, kill, destroy, stress (repeat 8x)<br><br>[prince poetry]<br>God knows I can't take this stress<br>Working my fingers to the bone, my middle fingers for all you rap singers<br>Not representing your hood<br>I stroll through the projects giving niggas dap cause my respect's good<br>Verbal assassinator, sharp with the tounge, I come<br>Out of my pockets to fulfill a wish before another brother<br>And another one, that you're looking for<br>Mr. bigot, officer, I'm legit, now can you dig it? <br>Hey lady, I don't want your pocketbook, my black ass<br>Don't like my ass black? I'd rather cross the street leaving a stupid look<br>On your grill, spark a phil, parlay<br>? hosey toe? in the spot, call up ? concay? <br>Extra large profess, give the rest of the old funk<br>So what I left the rhyme on the dresser<br>My man dy-lou, he's in this, rest in peace, you're in here<br>? reckapice? you be the daddy, God knows you're in there<br>Sincere's the queer cause the east is representing<br>Baby doll, prince is my name, shit's real, so listen
