You Won’t Go Far Organized Konfusion (Ft. O.C.)

[Verse 1: Pharoahe Monch]
I figure the configurations on exactly
How many steps it'll take before I get to the passenger side of the car
Break through the glass, smash the window
Put your hands on the dash, bitch

[O.C.]
I reveal Clyde, stick up your ride, give it up
Put it in park baby, don't let me spark that ass
Cry, you die, pout, no yelling or shouting or doubting my itch
No time for thinking, honey, make the switch
Move over, your end is near, fear me

[Pharoahe Monch]
I speaks clearly, I didn't stutter
I shudder to think the thoughts that would eventually
Shatter the hammer that tips the back of the rounds
And splatters the face in blood and stops the heart that pounds
Pain seems quite excruciating
When I think of how long I was legally waiting
Anticipating you to stop

[O.C.]
Causing terror throughout the late night
Seeing the flashing of the brake light
Door's ajar on the car but she takes flight
As a vice with tight grip, my joints almost torn from my arm
I must warn