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Keep It Koming Lyrics - Singles - Organized Konfusion

We keep it koming 

We keep it koming, huh 

We keep it koming 

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 

 

We keep it koming 

We keep it koming, huh 

We keep it koming 

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 

 

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, ohh, 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 

 

We keep it koming 

We keep it koming, huh 

We keep it koming 

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 

 

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 whassup 

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 

 

We keep it koming 

We keep it koming, huh 

We keep it koming 

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 

 

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 CD 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 

 

We keep it koming 

We keep it koming, huh 

We keep it koming 

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 

 

Nigga, yeah, uhh, check it out 

Extreme phat with the Pharoahe Monch 

Cheeba, cheeba, Mr. Prince Po will flow 

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Copyright: Upam Music Company (a Division Of Gopam Enterprises);falferious Music

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