Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Keep It Koming, artist - Organized Konfusion.
Date of issue: 15.08.1994
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Keep It Koming |
We keep it koming |
We keep it koming, huh |
We keep it koming Spark that L! |
We keep it koming, uhh |
And when it’s time to Organize |
We stick together through the times |
With the attitude like Miles |
We keep it koming |
Verse One: Prince Poetry |
I be flipping the scripts, ripping through hoods coming equipped |
Lifts out of my lyrics sippin forties in a whip |
Organized, rise raise up the level surprise! |
Niggaz watch Prince, open your eyes when I deliver |
give a honeydip a wink, thick chocolate bitch |
Switch up the pace, kick me the digits later you can taste |
the bass thumps for months, entrapped in the lab |
with mad blunts, creating formulas that you can grab |
I escape, the clutches of wackness, I’m like a mattress |
Lay it down for the South Side, Sounds of Blackness |
Uh, ohhh, I keep it koming stunning you’re running |
through states, to make pace gunning you down with the drumming |
that rakes, in the dough |
Oh, my God, times are hard so I gotta flow |
Spark up the L, I excel over the stress |
Crushing the competition that I stomp from East to West |
Rest assured we will deliver the goods to the 'hoods |
for the youth, this is proof we should |
well, Organize got the bomb hard to stay calm |
Forming like Voltron and then attacking at dawn |
Verse Two: Pharoahe Monch |
When I’m fed up, I hold my head instead of me teasing |
Yo ooh ooh child, things are gonna get easier |
In my mind and in my soul |
I can take control of a beat whenever I roll |
Stroll up the block, 40-dog cocked back |
in my knapsack is a uzi-wop, BLACK WHASSUP! |
Spreading like malaria, but much scarier |
Migrating in the whole tri-state area |
Without a doubt, my niggaz never go out |
They rock, braids and fades and baldies |
and blow up and blew out throughout |
the entire night I’m peepin you and |
your entire crew out -- what’s that all about! |
I suppose I be steppin to hoes when |
I’m masking overconfidence, cause I know my new shit |
is gonna go platinum, I’m mathin em Light skin ones inside of a Maxima |
On a passenger side, this is what I’m asking her |
Hey baby you look so good |
Why you driving through our neighborhood? |
If raps I wrote were cookies, I bet you’d bite a chip |
rookie fetch a product, cause it took a long time to ignite |
a fucking style from the end, back to the beginning |
Niggaz is winning, Prince, niggaz is winning |
Keep the fat drumming running up your back |
black, with stacks of facts for the tracks |
that you can react to Verse Three: |
We be the bread and butter making breaking crown facts around back |
Cracking gunner sound heart starts to stutter when the bass |
pounds butter, like this |
Rumbling CD crispy, no hiss |
Rush you like Russell, make you flip like Knipsie |
Wilson negative but can’t see, but maybe one |
Organized take the favor rated is my tip |
To keep my peers motivated with funk, only we rip see |
For years tears shed it but never let it mislead a nigga figure that I’d be runnin dogs you know |
Nigga |
Yeah, uhh |
Check it out |
Extreme phat, with the Pharoahe Monch cheeba cheeba |
Mr. Prince Po will flow… |