| Song | Sin |
| Artist | Organized Konfusion |
| Album | The Equinox |
| *sounds of a baby crying* | |
| *pharaohe monch whining* | |
| Pharoahe： | |
| God why is it so difficult to get it through these niggas heads | |
| They can't fuck with me, i try to explain to the name won't misses | |
| Please lord, help me make them see | |
| I scatter data that i catapult to metaphor | |
| The epiticle epilogue editor | |
| Hey, hey, hey | |
| Eaaase back, whoooo is that, getting up in your aaaaaass crack | |
| Ooohhhhh shit | |
| Say now, who you listen to | |
| Park your ass like municipal, invisible lyrics | |
| Not difficult to understand man | |
| Spiritual, hit what you go, back-a-van | |
| Lyricals aren't impossible | |
| All opticals are not inside the plan | |
| Let me see your hand | |
| And if it does not have triple six's in the palm | |
| Do not be alarmed, i am the sandman | |
| My oracle waveband expand from the wasteland | |
| *jumbled wordplay* | |
| You can not oppose me | |
| God has choose me to battle against evil and win | |
| You can not oppose me | |
| God has choose me to do battle against all who sin | |
| And even when i'm gone | |
| My energy returns to it's original form | |
| Thus must warn | |
| (all humans who do not meet the required specifications | |
| For salvation will perish) | |
| I piss into the face of the crowd | |
| Lyrically i squash shit | |
| Toss mic stands and fans | |
| Before leaping into the mosh pit | |
| Harshness isn't it? ha, ha, ha, ha | |
| Exquisite with the style that i be using | |
| Choose to compete, you will lose | |
| Poetical implants placed in my ears | |
| Make me cause a catastrophe to the | |
| Kick, drum, i'm the sinister of | |
| Snail peak creek (?) | |
| Never sleep, be aware | |
| Who will escape unscaved | |
| From a bombardment of scattered fragments | |
| Released from hidden compartments | |
| My termi-ni-ni-ni-ni-ni-nology | |
| Is equivalent to trig-ni-ni-ni-ni-ni-nometry | |
| I leave no optical footprint | |
| Within sight of the stands of time | |
| So it's impossible to follow me | |
| You swallow leave and digest | |
| No nutritional value | |
| Never learn how to bow to the ones | |
| Who allow you to wallow in the mist | |
| Peacefully co-exist | |
| With the men of medicine, | |
| The lyrical antagonistic | |
| You can not oppose me | |
| God has choose me to battle against evil and win | |
| You can not oppose me | |
| God has choose me to do battle against all who sin | |
| And even when i'm gone | |
| My energy returns to it's original form | |
| Thus must warn | |
| (all humans who do not meet the required specifications | |
| For salvation will perish) |
| sounds of a baby crying | |
| pharaohe monch whining | |
| Pharoahe: | |
| God why is it so difficult to get it through these niggas heads | |
| They can' t fuck with me, i try to explain to the name won' t misses | |
| Please lord, help me make them see | |
| I scatter data that i catapult to metaphor | |
| The epiticle epilogue editor | |
| Hey, hey, hey | |
| Eaaase back, whoooo is that, getting up in your aaaaaass crack | |
| Ooohhhhh shit | |
| Say now, who you listen to | |
| Park your ass like municipal, invisible lyrics | |
| Not difficult to understand man | |
| Spiritual, hit what you go, backavan | |
| Lyricals aren' t impossible | |
| All opticals are not inside the plan | |
| Let me see your hand | |
| And if it does not have triple six' s in the palm | |
| Do not be alarmed, i am the sandman | |
| My oracle waveband expand from the wasteland | |
| jumbled wordplay | |
| You can not oppose me | |
| God has choose me to battle against evil and win | |
| You can not oppose me | |
| God has choose me to do battle against all who sin | |
| And even when i' m gone | |
| My energy returns to it' s original form | |
| Thus must warn | |
| all humans who do not meet the required specifications | |
| For salvation will perish | |
| I piss into the face of the crowd | |
| Lyrically i squash shit | |
| Toss mic stands and fans | |
| Before leaping into the mosh pit | |
| Harshness isn' t it? ha, ha, ha, ha | |
| Exquisite with the style that i be using | |
| Choose to compete, you will lose | |
| Poetical implants placed in my ears | |
| Make me cause a catastrophe to the | |
| Kick, drum, i' m the sinister of | |
| Snail peak creek ? | |
| Never sleep, be aware | |
| Who will escape unscaved | |
| From a bombardment of scattered fragments | |
| Released from hidden compartments | |
| My termininininininology | |
| Is equivalent to trigninininininometry | |
| I leave no optical footprint | |
| Within sight of the stands of time | |
| So it' s impossible to follow me | |
| You swallow leave and digest | |
| No nutritional value | |
| Never learn how to bow to the ones | |
| Who allow you to wallow in the mist | |
| Peacefully coexist | |
| With the men of medicine, | |
| The lyrical antagonistic | |
| You can not oppose me | |
| God has choose me to battle against evil and win | |
| You can not oppose me | |
| God has choose me to do battle against all who sin | |
| And even when i' m gone | |
| My energy returns to it' s original form | |
| Thus must warn | |
| all humans who do not meet the required specifications | |
| For salvation will perish |