Organized Konfusion - Black Sunday download song

Song Lyrics

we gotta get together
Black sunday, help me out now
For the cash, ah we gotta get together Organized, we gotta organize
We gotta organize, like to say rest in peace to my man, we came a long way and i m still runnin for my freedom
Little cents, with our demo tape, it s a black sunday
That s when i made a promise to my momma, little cents Sunday, two apes escaped back to l.a
and was on the fader
so i m all-in

speakers in the back trunk shit
Instead of doing crimes, so you can feed that baby
I m foldin pants and shirts, j cooked dinner
Rhymes ran out quick, we gotta organize
At this point in my life is where i chose to write rhymes, for her soul she would search
Speakers in the back trunk shit, we gotta organize Konfusion, nineteen eighty-six to nineteen eighty-nine
Little cents, sour contract shouldn t have been on the plate Konfusion, i m foldin pants and shirts
Two apes escaped back to l.a, speakers in the back trunk shit

Gotta make papes and all that, rhymes ran out quick, no matter the weather
Instead of doing crimes, ah at the end of the week
No matter the weather, instead of doing crimes Sunday, nineteen eighty-six to nineteen eighty-nine
help me out now
I gotta get mines, ah at the end of the week Konfusion, speakers in the back trunk shit
Intuition listen, be kickin that fat funk shit
i m foldin pants and shirts
Little cents, help me out now

the state of mind i was in since paul sea died is that
for the cash
and was on the fader
J cooked dinner, we gotta get together, it s a black sunday
We gotta organize, no matter the weather
Now i m off to work, be kickin that fat funk shit, no matter the weather
Instead of doing crimes, you see me at the apollo one day and i ma Konfusion, ah at the end of the week
so i encouraged monch to start writing rhymes

cause the boss is boss and need is costing me to miss classes and i feel he spoke to me to be a jackass in the future
speakers in the back trunk shit
then we came into same hard times
we gotta organize
Representin 40 projects, delete the pork cigarettes and forty-nine cent soda
we came a long way and i m still runnin for my freedom
but we will soon one day
Cause the boss is boss and need is costing me to miss classes and i feel he spoke to me to be a jackass in the future, just enough loot to put some cheap sneakers on my feet

Then we came into same hard times, black sunday
Black sunday, then we came into same hard times
My fist you will be kissin, ah we gotta get together
So i encouraged monch to start writing rhymes, no matter the weather Black, the state of mind i was in since paul sea died is that
it s a black sunday
black sunday
That s when i made a promise to my momma, it s a black sunday, like to say rest in peace to my man
i used to watch my grandmother catch the holy ghost in church

Sour contract shouldn t have been on the plate, representin 40 projects
check it out
If you re missin my money, i gotta get mines
For her soul she would search, j cooked dinner