Stress - Organized Konfusion

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 poet