Roosevelt Franklin Lyrics by Organized Konfusion

Roosevelt Franklin Lyrics

    Don't forget to do that thing for your mother roosevelt!
    Yeah yeah yeah, alright, alright

    [prince poetry]
    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

    [pharoahe monch]
    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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