Released: August 16, 1994
Songwriter: Pharoahe Monch Prince Po
[Intro: Samples]
[?]
"So confused, I'm so confused"
"So confused, I'm so confused"
"So confused, I'm so confused"
"So confused, I'm so confused"
"So confused, I'm so confused"
"So confused, I'm so confused"
"So confused, I'm so confused"
[Verse 1: Pharoahe Monch]
I'm so confused! I don't know what to do
I think I'm going insane! My brain
Is on the brink of destruction, I’m looking for some [?]
Victims to stick 'em up and shake 'em down
If my friends could see me now—they’d wonder “Why? What? Who?"
—and "How?” I’m living underneath, amongst the homeless;
The outcast bastards of the barren wasteland (Wasteland)
For days and days, I fast, fighting
Over scraps and rats, trapped in a society
Of the living dead (For ten—)
[Verse 2: Prince Po + Pharoahe Monch]
The tiger inside of me screams (Ahhhhh!)
My claws touchin' the mic for keeps, st-ress!
Keeping me up when the shitty city sleeps—a Southsider
Quick to peep undercovers in Chevrolet high-beams
Duo-teams love harassin' Po in the streets, I'm for forty
PJs, New York—no pork—uh-uh, freaks in New Orleans
See me get bagged by some ol' Uncle Tom-DT
In Louisiana streets, disrespecting my origin (Ohhhhahhh!)
Now, it’s my turn (I'm so confused!), I'm—coming
—back, so, fuck you!
Fuck you racist cabs, store-owners, waitresses, construction-workers (All of you)
Southern police-phonies, secret agents, racist bus-drivers
I’m driving and I’m striving—Huh!
And Organized is on again!
[Outro: Samples]
[?]
[?]
"So confused, I'm so confused"
"So confused, I'm so confused"
"So confused, I'm so confused"
"So confused, I'm so confused"
"So confused, I'm so confused"
"So confused, I'm so confused"
"So confused, I'm so confused"
[Verse 1: Pharoahe Monch]
I'm so confused! I don't know what to do
I think I'm going insane! My brain
Is on the brink of destruction, I’m looking for some [?]
Victims to stick 'em up and shake 'em down
If my friends could see me now—they’d wonder “Why? What? Who?"
—and "How?” I’m living underneath, amongst the homeless;
The outcast bastards of the barren wasteland (Wasteland)
For days and days, I fast, fighting
Over scraps and rats, trapped in a society
Of the living dead (For ten—)
[Verse 2: Prince Po + Pharoahe Monch]
The tiger inside of me screams (Ahhhhh!)
My claws touchin' the mic for keeps, st-ress!
Keeping me up when the shitty city sleeps—a Southsider
Quick to peep undercovers in Chevrolet high-beams
Duo-teams love harassin' Po in the streets, I'm for forty
PJs, New York—no pork—uh-uh, freaks in New Orleans
See me get bagged by some ol' Uncle Tom-DT
In Louisiana streets, disrespecting my origin (Ohhhhahhh!)
Now, it’s my turn (I'm so confused!), I'm—coming
—back, so, fuck you!
Fuck you racist cabs, store-owners, waitresses, construction-workers (All of you)
Southern police-phonies, secret agents, racist bus-drivers
I’m driving and I’m striving—Huh!
And Organized is on again!
[Outro: Samples]
[?]
- Bring It On
- Stress
- Stray Bullet
- Releasing Hypnotical Gases
- The Extinction Agenda
- Thirteen
- Drop Bombs
- Invetro
- 9Xs out of 10
- Hate
- Confrontations
- Move
- Numbers
- Questions
- Shugah Shorty
- Somehow, Someway
- Sin
- Who Stole my Last Piece of Chicken?
- United as One (Medicine Men)
- Open Your Eyes
- Fudge Pudge
- Roosevelt Franklin
- Organized Konfusion
- Intro