| Song | Keep It Koming |
| Artist | Organized Konfusion |
| Album | Stress: The Extinction Agenda |
| 作词 : Adderley, Monch, Prince Po | |
| Intro/Chorus: repeat 2 | |
| X 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 | |
| Chorus 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 WHAS | |
| SUP! 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 | |
| Chorus 1/2 | |
| 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 C | |
| D 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 | |
| Chorus Nigga | |
| Yeah, uhh | |
| Check it out | |
| Extreme phat, with the | |
| Pharoahe Monch cheeba cheeba | |
| Mr. Prince | |
| Po will flow... |
| zuò cí : Adderley, Monch, Prince Po | |
| Intro Chorus: repeat 2 | |
| X 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 | |
| Chorus 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, 40dog cocked back in my knapsack is a uziwop, | |
| BLACK WHAS | |
| SUP! Spreading like malaria, but much scarier | |
| Migrating in the whole tristate 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 | |
| Chorus 1 2 | |
| 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 C | |
| D 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 | |
| Chorus Nigga | |
| Yeah, uhh | |
| Check it out | |
| Extreme phat, with the | |
| Pharoahe Monch cheeba cheeba | |
| Mr. Prince | |
| Po will flow... |