Organized Konfusion was an alternative hip-hop duo from Queens, New York. Read Full Bio ↴Organized Konfusion was an alternative hip-hop duo from Queens, New York.
Band members Prince Po and Pharoahe Monch began their career as Simply 2 Positive and then signed to Hollywood Records for 1991's Organized Konfusion. The album was commercially unsuccessful but critically acclaimed, as was the follow-up, Stress: The Extinction Agenda (1994) and the duo moved to Priority Records for the concept album The Equinox in 1997.
Monch has also launched a successful solo career, highlighted by his album Internal Affairs. Prince Poetry released The Slickness in 2004. A reunion album remains a distinct possibility.
Band members Prince Po and Pharoahe Monch began their career as Simply 2 Positive and then signed to Hollywood Records for 1991's Organized Konfusion. The album was commercially unsuccessful but critically acclaimed, as was the follow-up, Stress: The Extinction Agenda (1994) and the duo moved to Priority Records for the concept album The Equinox in 1997.
Monch has also launched a successful solo career, highlighted by his album Internal Affairs. Prince Poetry released The Slickness in 2004. A reunion album remains a distinct possibility.
Who Stole My Last Piece of Chicken?
Organized Konfusion Lyrics
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"Of all the things my momma used to cook;
I liked.." "Chicken!"
[Richard Pryor]
You know that chicken I put in the refrigerator last night?
Well I expect to find it when I get home, or else!
[Pharoahe Monch]
Damn it really hurts my heart to remember these (remember these)
Days way back, in the seventies (seventies)
The only AIDS you used to know was cool-AIDS
Corn-bread, corn-rows, and corn-br-AIDS
Pull up a chair, read a book like Dr. Seuss
Peel off the skin, eat all the meat
Nibble on the bone, and then suck the goo
Man if my mother was the Colonel, her chicken woulda sold
It even taste better THE NEXT DAY COLD
Chick-chicken.. chick-chick-chick-chicken
When I collect my thoughts I recollect
I used to listen to my moms (to my mommy)
"Damn it!" everyday,
"Boy you better clean up your room before you go outside and play"
[Prince Poetry]
Yo Monch you can remember when we used to play skelly way back
Blastin wax, side or tops, Prince don't play that
Uh-oh, it's six o'clock, I'm late for dinner
If my girl wasn't his girl, I was definitely in her
Got in them print skirts (yo you was feenin for a chicken fix)
Ran in the kitchen and put my finger in the cornbread mix
..
Mom yells dinner's ready, cause she's the boss
All I needed was my ketchup, and my hot sauce
and my, cornbread, now I'm, ready to dig in
Pick the meat off the bone, and then I ate the skin
[Richard Pryor]
But I'll tell you, what my mother would say..
"Somebody stole my piece of chicken!" ...
But I'll tell you, what my mother would say..
"Somebody stole my piece of chicken!"
[Pharoahe Monch]
Round (up) round (up) one (two) three
I'm fresh out of the batch, and you can't catch me
Mrs. Mary Mac, all dressed in black
She's rather fat, and she, carries a bat
She's the nosiest lady on the block when it's hot
Cops get shot when we played SWAT
but no one never died though, we just cried
Only to laugh again when my moms made fried..
[Prince Poetry]
chicken barbecues in the summer was the move
Whoo! Hah hah, hah hah hah, Grand Groove
was the jam Grandmaster Vic played in the park
past the dark, I seen the spark, so did me, Troy and Mark
Went to the rib shack, ordered chicken and the collard
greens but there's no money left in my wallet
But I kept fifty cents for my juice (word?)
Now we would go to Troy's house and get loose (uhh)
..
[Pharoahe Monch]
I'm.. just.. looking out of the window (window)
Watching the asphault grow (grow) slow (slow)
My best friend, was a G.I. Joe
although he had bald spots in his afro
Play with the kids your own age, that's what they used to tell us
I got jealous, when we couldn't run with the big fellas
Bullies on the block used to beat us
I was quick as a cat, in fact, I was a cheetah
Es-pecially when we played, follow the leader
Little Suzy May Robinson used to play
show and tell with my peter
..
[Prince Poetry]
I used to rock my British Walkers to church
After the choir sang the preacher started to preach
so I had to search
for a pen and some paper to keep myself occupied
But the aroma from the kitchen came and sat by my side
and said, "MmmmmMMM! You know I smell good"
I said to myself, "Please oh please reverend now would
you speed up the sermon so I can determine
whether I'ma have peas or collars greens
with my chicken that I'm yearnin"
Turnin to the usher in the back, whispering,
"Please keep the chicken monster from coming through
the crack of the door!" Later at the table
moms poppped my hand until it was sore
Cause I ate the chicken, before
the preacher said grace, but I'm ready to go for self
But there's not one piece of chicken on the table left
(What happened to that wing man?)
(Where that chicken go?)
Chick-chick-chick-chicken
(Where that chicken go?)
Chick-chick-chick-chicken
Chick-chick-chick-chicken
Chick-chick-chick-chicken
[Richard Pryor]
You know that chicken I put in the refrigerator last night?
Well I expect to find it when I get home, or else!
But I'll tell you, what my mother would say..
"Somebody stole my piece of chicken!"
"I didn't take your chicken Pop"
[Prince Poetry]
Just wait til I get home, cause ain't no chicken left
(hey that's cool)
Miss Clarabell took the last piece of chicken
(that's cool!)
I liked.." "Chicken!"
[Richard Pryor]
You know that chicken I put in the refrigerator last night?
Well I expect to find it when I get home, or else!
[Pharoahe Monch]
Days way back, in the seventies (seventies)
The only AIDS you used to know was cool-AIDS
Corn-bread, corn-rows, and corn-br-AIDS
Pull up a chair, read a book like Dr. Seuss
Peel off the skin, eat all the meat
Nibble on the bone, and then suck the goo
Man if my mother was the Colonel, her chicken woulda sold
It even taste better THE NEXT DAY COLD
Chick-chicken.. chick-chick-chick-chicken
When I collect my thoughts I recollect
I used to listen to my moms (to my mommy)
"Damn it!" everyday,
"Boy you better clean up your room before you go outside and play"
[Prince Poetry]
Yo Monch you can remember when we used to play skelly way back
Blastin wax, side or tops, Prince don't play that
Uh-oh, it's six o'clock, I'm late for dinner
If my girl wasn't his girl, I was definitely in her
Got in them print skirts (yo you was feenin for a chicken fix)
Ran in the kitchen and put my finger in the cornbread mix
..
Mom yells dinner's ready, cause she's the boss
All I needed was my ketchup, and my hot sauce
and my, cornbread, now I'm, ready to dig in
Pick the meat off the bone, and then I ate the skin
[Richard Pryor]
But I'll tell you, what my mother would say..
"Somebody stole my piece of chicken!" ...
But I'll tell you, what my mother would say..
"Somebody stole my piece of chicken!"
[Pharoahe Monch]
Round (up) round (up) one (two) three
I'm fresh out of the batch, and you can't catch me
Mrs. Mary Mac, all dressed in black
She's rather fat, and she, carries a bat
She's the nosiest lady on the block when it's hot
Cops get shot when we played SWAT
but no one never died though, we just cried
Only to laugh again when my moms made fried..
[Prince Poetry]
chicken barbecues in the summer was the move
Whoo! Hah hah, hah hah hah, Grand Groove
was the jam Grandmaster Vic played in the park
past the dark, I seen the spark, so did me, Troy and Mark
Went to the rib shack, ordered chicken and the collard
greens but there's no money left in my wallet
But I kept fifty cents for my juice (word?)
Now we would go to Troy's house and get loose (uhh)
..
[Pharoahe Monch]
I'm.. just.. looking out of the window (window)
Watching the asphault grow (grow) slow (slow)
My best friend, was a G.I. Joe
although he had bald spots in his afro
Play with the kids your own age, that's what they used to tell us
I got jealous, when we couldn't run with the big fellas
Bullies on the block used to beat us
I was quick as a cat, in fact, I was a cheetah
Es-pecially when we played, follow the leader
Little Suzy May Robinson used to play
show and tell with my peter
..
[Prince Poetry]
I used to rock my British Walkers to church
After the choir sang the preacher started to preach
so I had to search
for a pen and some paper to keep myself occupied
But the aroma from the kitchen came and sat by my side
and said, "MmmmmMMM! You know I smell good"
I said to myself, "Please oh please reverend now would
you speed up the sermon so I can determine
whether I'ma have peas or collars greens
with my chicken that I'm yearnin"
Turnin to the usher in the back, whispering,
"Please keep the chicken monster from coming through
the crack of the door!" Later at the table
moms poppped my hand until it was sore
Cause I ate the chicken, before
the preacher said grace, but I'm ready to go for self
But there's not one piece of chicken on the table left
(What happened to that wing man?)
(Where that chicken go?)
Chick-chick-chick-chicken
(Where that chicken go?)
Chick-chick-chick-chicken
Chick-chick-chick-chicken
Chick-chick-chick-chicken
[Richard Pryor]
You know that chicken I put in the refrigerator last night?
Well I expect to find it when I get home, or else!
But I'll tell you, what my mother would say..
"Somebody stole my piece of chicken!"
"I didn't take your chicken Pop"
[Prince Poetry]
Just wait til I get home, cause ain't no chicken left
(hey that's cool)
Miss Clarabell took the last piece of chicken
(that's cool!)
The song "Who Stole the Last Piece of Chicken?" by hip-hop duo Organized Konfusion is a nostalgic recollection of their childhood memories surrounding chicken, a staple food in African-American cuisine. The chorus features Richard Pryor's voice-over, comically accusing someone of stealing his mother's chicken piece, which acts as a recurring theme throughout the song. The lyrics describe the fond memories of the singers' childhood, when life was more straightforward and carefree. They reminisce about the summer barbecues and playing with their friends on the block, connecting the theme of chicken to the joys of childhood.
The verses delivered by Pharoahe Monch and Prince Poetry vividly depict their memories of eating chicken, along with other typical dishes like cornbread and collard greens, adding to the comforting, calming themes. They also talk about the nuances of eating chicken - how to nibble meat off the bone correctly, for example. The conversational and descriptive language in the lyrics portrays a sense of community built around the simple pleasure of sharing meals, resulting in both delicious and unforgettable moments.
Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Written by: TROY JAMERSON, LARRY BASKERVILLE, PIERCE/WEBSTER/JONES
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@reeelBKFLATBUSHnyc
JUST THE WORDS ALONE BRINGS TEARS TO MY EYES...REAL TALK..I LIVED THROUGH EVERYTHING THESE BROTHERS RAPPED ABOUT IN THE 70S AND 80S....I REMEMBERED WHEN DADDY 0 OF STETASONIC WAS RHYMING AT 1 OF MY "INFAMOUS" BLOCK PARTIES BACK IN THE MID 80S...THE SKELLY TOURNAMENTS IN THE SUMMERS,DODGEBALL, ETC....NOTHING OF TODAYS RAP MUSIC CAN COME CLOSE TO THIS TIMELESS GEM....I DEEPLY APPRECIATE THE MARK THESE BROTHERS SET MUSIC WISE.... 4 MY FATHER & PARLÉ.......
@rondeisel
reeelup007BKNY reeelup007BKNY Your comment summed things up nicely. We will never see the 70s/80s fun era wver again..but we'll always have chick-chick-chick-chicken!
@reeelBKFLATBUSHnyc
rondeisel .... WorD is BOND my Brother..
@coreyoliphant3268
Word. Skelly tourneys were mad fun back in those days. But yes the music of the time frame was fun. Love Organized Konfuzion..these bros are still making good music.
@mont5702
Summer of 91-I was a 13 year old white kid in South Jersey who was obsessed with hip hop starting in late 80s. My life was friends, girls, sports and rap. Every song or video was like a new journey and OK was no different. I bought their album the next summer after hearing Fudge Pudge all spring 92. Pure classic music-I thank god on regular I grew up during this era
@animatorskater
thank you left speaker
@tr1ck0
I don't understand how people can dislike this...
@stokusmaxius
Wow still better than today rap. these guys are just joking around and they still got bars. Mumble Rap is killing rap
@iwillknifeya
I met Pharoahe Monch when he played at the Soundscape Festival in Hobart, Tasmania, Australia. My girl-friend bought me that book too but I have been busy with exams and have not had time to read it! We have had a great run of talent down here (I never imagined we could be so lucky). We had Grandmaster Flash, Public Enemy, Pharoahe Monch and Del tha Funkee Homosapien down with Bukue One and Zac Hendrix. Now, this Friday, Naughty By Nature are coming down on their 20th Anniversary Tour!
@MuzikJunky
Classic! The Walt Disney Company’s finest moment! Peace.