Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Roosevelt Franklin, artist - Organized Konfusion.
Date of issue: 28.10.1991
Song language: English
Roosevelt Franklin |
Don’t forget to do that thing for your mother Roosevelt! |
Yeah yeah yeah, alright, alright |
Running upon the jagged edge, FUCK, THE ROUGH LIFE |
when you have to gain much respect |
As an individual keepin negativity minimum |
requires havin courage respect him his intellect |
so you gotta be on THAT specific type of SET |
Like Roosevelt, especially when your cards are dealt |
You see me, frankly, I don’t give a hoot |
about the blanks you shoot out of your mental bank see |
I like Roosevelt, cause he ain’t booty |
Moody maybe, baby you’re mad cause he smashed up your cutie |
Playin the courts, takin the loss, to wherever |
some clever college edu-ma-cated individual |
With financial status JUST to mess what the BANK stated |
Girls love it, and you can’t look above it you hate it Peeped his method, you laid, you waited |
You never ever contemplated if I pull a automatic |
will I leave the artillery out or just flight |
Check in the night, you’re out to snipe, my man |
you can’t stand upon sight of him |
Out to fatally ignite him |
Roosevelt felt staticky, he knew things were shady |
Grady had, Bradley’s uzi, but he always packed a clip or two |
belongin to a nickel-plated .380 |
Givin off the impression of a clever nerd |
Never was a suspect when a homicide occured, in the suburbs |
He was referred, to as a respectable intellectual |
Highly acceptable rebel from the ghetto on the level |
of an intelligent rapper, create him just like Giupetto |
The aggresive type, and he’s not your puppet |
Stickin quickin enough to pull a skeezer with repetition |
after takin aim and buckin and blowin the smoke away |
then tuckin and jettin home, hopin that no stunts are stuck in it He needs sleep, for eight o’clock class |
so as fast as he crash, he might last |
for six hours of bed passed, cause Roosevelt’s a scholar |
Ivy league material, cully-head kid with BRAINPOWER |
Six foot two, and we wear the same size shoe |
He drinks brew, and he runs with my crew, my herd |
on a continuous basis, in the same, places |
Rollin out five deep, but it’s only four faces |
So I don’t, give a two, drip-drops about, what those have felt |
And if I die (and if he die) and if I die (and if he DIEEEEEEEE) |
And if I die it’s because of my man Roosevelt |
Roosevelt, Roosevelt, Roosevelt, Roosevelt Franklin |
Roosevelt, Roosevelt, Roosevelt Franklin, Roosevelt Franklin |
Roosevelt, Roosevelt, Roosevelt, Roosevelt Franklin |
Roosevelt, Roosevelt, Roosevelt Franklin, Roosevelt Franklin |
Ooooooooooooh I’m so confuuuuuuuuused. |
DAMN, IT HURTS! |
People persist to treat me like dirt |
I don’t sleep at night, time cause dimes I DON’T DROP |
I sling and clockers cease |
Commanders in Chiefs when I pop rocks |
Dig deep within, you might recognize me |
I’m the one with the bloodshot eyes |
Hot rays of sun, beat down upon my face as if I’ll melt bacon |
Why the hell my mother named me Roosevelt Franklin? |
I. don’t. |
know, so I strive to gain |
only the Lord knows my eyes have seen the pain |
Tears comin down my cheeks like rain |
I was abused, they stripped the mind for amusement |
Now I walk the path of ORGANIZED KONFUSION |
But it’s only a temporary formality |
Cause my man Scott turns illusion into reality |
A loaf of bread (a loaf of bread), a stick of butter |
Somebody’s mother lies, dead in the gutter |
So I move QUICK FAST, to get past quickly |
Swiftly, at last, cops can’t get WITH ME |
Can’t hit me, nah never I’m TOO NIFTY, people SHITTIN ME |
Products in the projects so I pump FIFTIES |
in soda cans so dogs won’t SNIFF ME |
I’m takin the proper precautions (yeah) |
Cause once my mother told me she was gonna get an abortion |
I can’t keep track. |
of the fluctuation. |
of time |
Hallucinogenics keep, abusin my mind |
Gotta pick up, gotta pick up, gotta pick up, gotta pick up more product, gotta move, gotta go I can’t get stuck; |
not here |
Not if I wanna become Roosevelt Franklin the employee of the year |
I wear baseball caps over my eyes so you can’t make out |
me at night when I’m standin on the corner eatin Chinese takeout |
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damn I almost forgot, yo yo I have to break out |
Yo don’t forget your moms told you to get that stuff |
A loaf of bread, a stick of butter, container of milk |
A loaf of bread (a loaf of bread) a stick of butter |
(stick of butter), umm. |
container of milk (container of milk) |