Stress Lyrics by Organized Konfusion

Stress Lyrics

    Chorus: repeat 4x

    Crush, kill, destroy, stress

    Verse one: prince poetry

    Pain, stress
    My brain, can't even rest
    It's hard to maintain the pressure on my chest
    Excess frustration strikes!
    Blood rushes my head when i come across roads
    With dead mics and wack promoted shows it's hard
    But with the presence of god
    I'm true to the game
    So i'm back black, to take charge, and recap-ture
    The time, wish it could never be wack -- i'm pure
    I insert my lifeline into the track, the energy
    In me is a poison with no un-revealed remedy
    I'm spreading, like leprosy, throughout the record label
    Cause mines put me and monch's career in jeapordy
    Can you come see me in the ghetto where it's dark
    Bullets are real lost peeps lurks in the heart
    Lord knows it hurts, we kick the hertz to the curb
    Execute first things first, and put blunted minds to work
    My herd's tight and my fans supports
    So i'm a-ight, for the time being seeing peace
    But taking no shorts (no shorts)

    Chorus

    (album version includes a short "taxi cab" skit here)

    Verse two: pharoahe monch

    Rarrrrrgh!
    You will now consider me the apocalyptic one
    After this rhyme, henceforth, there is none
    No more will exist, when i emerge
    From the mist in whence i was born into, scorned
    Most of you can't even comprehend what i am saying
    To you even in my human form the message i'm relaying
    Why do you choose to mimic these wack mc's?
    Why do you choose to listen to r&b?
    Why must you believe somethin is fat
    Just because it's played on the radio, 20 times per day?
    My perception of poetical injection is ejactulation
    The immaculate conception
    The hall walker, who stalks bodies in central park
    Soon emergency services'll outline that body in chalk
    Then i begin to walk away and spit
    Then when i walk away i talk shit!
    Huh, a driver sprayed my face with mace
    She didn't know that i enjoyed the taste of radioactive waste
    When i'm in the backseat of your mid-town taxi
    Don't even ask me for the cash g
    The four cabs before didn't pick me up
    Now ask yourself who the fuck's gonna stick me up

    Chorus

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