Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Roosevelt Franklin , by - Organized Konfusion. Release date: 28.10.1991
Song language: English
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Roosevelt Franklin , by - Organized Konfusion. 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 |
| . |
| 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) |
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|---|---|
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| Bring It On | 1994 |
| You Won't Go Far ft. Organized Konfusion | 2006 |
| Releasing Hypnotical Gases | 1991 |
| Thirteen | 1994 |
| Black Sunday | 1994 |
| Open Your Eyes | 1991 |
| Why | 1994 |
| 3-O-Clock ft. Organized Konfusion | 2013 |
| Maintain | 1994 |
| Audience Pleasers | 1991 |
| Walk Into The Sun | 1991 |
| Fudge Pudge | 1991 |
| Stress Remix | 1994 |
| Hate | 1996 |
| Keep It Koming | 1994 |
| 9xs Out of 10 | 1996 |
| Sin | 1996 |
| Chuck Cheese | 1996 |
| Confrontations | 1996 |