Organized Konfusion, "The Extinction Agenda" (lyrics) Pharoahe Monch & Prince Po

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Organized Konfusion, ""The Extinction Agenda"" (lyrics)
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On an album of minor classics and one or two major ones, the title track of Organized Konfusion’s 1994 sophomore album Stress: The Extinction Agenda gets my award for the album’s most overlooked track. Po and Monch are both in Speedracer mode, which is basically the only thing you can do over the beat, which is basically a game of musical chicken between drums, bassline and scratches. Other songs may have been more conceptual or moodier, but on this one, everything that made Organized Konfusion one of the sharpest underground hiphop acts to ever make records is here, in top form, and full flight.

Lyrics:
The extinction agenda
The extinction agenda
Back is the incredible O-R, G-to-the-A
N-I, Z-E, D with a K
O-N-F-U-S-to-the-I-O-N
Emerging up, to another level, there I stand
Hand-to-hand rap combat, black
Back in the land I expand data for the wack
leaving mutilated bodies, lacerated limbs, grim sights
And new jacks, pick up six and grab the ore
Dig deep into the ghetto
I take you to a new realm
Levitating above the norm, anticipating me to pick up seven more new jacks and commencing with this and fading
(So how dare you question) The original aborigine
In the vicinity, the city's committee consider me the trilogy of terror
whatever I do I bring light, you're blinded by the glare of the trendsetter
Beware when I strike, blueprints like no other
The soldier of fortune, the undercover
Rebel of rap, attacking the ones who's attacking blacks
I'm on a mission of peace, I make tracks elevate with the almighty God in front of me
Teach seeds in the hood the truth
the wannabe competitor will have no other choice but to surrender
Can't stand the pressure, the extinction agenda
The Extinction Agenda, hah!
The Extinction Agenda, uh
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The Extinction Agenda, hah!
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I'm the poetical poltergeist, I heist tracks from the past
And return 'em to the present time in rhyme form
What was once dead is now resurrected on the record
And the physical words are mere residuals for my bidding
For my disposal to dispose of
who are you kidding?
Nightfall, I stuff the rook, then I'm looking for the original book which contains the words of God
Six hours until dawn
my quest to capture the queen without being seen by the pawns
Call me Bishop
bishop takes rook, rook takes pawn, pawn takes knight, knight takes queen, Queen takes the original King James version
I'm surging up when I'm emerging
False clergymen, you're urging me to call you a virgin when to say the least
Who can you trust when a priest is now the beast?
who? what? why? and when?
I'm the assassinator of rap
Hit, rip, rhyme, rap ritual, hit you with my best shot, get you, sit you down, let you know I never get dropped when I flip-flop, hip-hop
when I wreck shop (nigga)
I move, with the finesse and the smoothness, even inside of the grooves of a record, check it
Check it again, check it again, check it again
Check the metaphors, make sure they're making sense and then
Gimme one-hundred percent credit
Let it meditate in your brain like a sedative
I said it and I bet it dwell in your bloodstream
let it live
The verses of curses that burst in the face of the first time offenders
In the realm of the extinction agenda
The Extinction Agenda, uh
The Extinction Agenda, uh
The Extinction Agenda, uh
The Extinction Agenda, hah!
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The Extinction Agenda, uh
The Extinction Agenda, hah!
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