Organized Konfusion - 3-2-1 lyrics

[Prince Poetry] Yo check it out, we gonna do it like this for the '93 flava Know what I'm saying? Letting you know this is Organized We got the crew in the house And we definitely representin for the ma**es So my man Pharoahe Monch gon' step to mic Let you know what time it is We gon-na do it like this, check it out [Pharoahe Monch] Help me out, to my peeps in Queens, clap your hands To my peeps in Brooklyn, clab your hands To my people in the Bronx, clap your hands To my peeps uptown, clap your hands It's three strikes, two tokes, one time for the mind Three strikes, two tokes, one time for your mind Three strikes, two tokes, and one time for the mind Three strikes, two tokes, and one time... Surprisssssse! Huh, open your eyes up, when I rise, huh Pharoahe Monch I got sk**s for the wise! Dumb, deaf, and blind you know it's time to organize I'm flippin' and rippin' a style for the boys who wanna get wild For the old and young, the Golden Child I be the man with the gift of gab like Santa Catchin - stacks of beats, from here to Atlanta Ruah! What you say little weasel? Can't block the foul if the style's co*k diesel I feel like busting loose With the style that I produce to get juice from a troops Black Kojack, better than Beretta Any veteran knows the Medicine Man is better Never sweat a girl that's inside of a Jetta I just let her pa** by with a wink to the eye It's the M-O-N-C-H, I, G-A-I The greatest rapper you ever heard please won't you relate my Message to my critics, get it when you rewind It's three strikes, two tokes, one time for the mind It's three strikes, two tokes one time for the mind (Repeat 8x) [Prince Poetry] Check who gets wreck, it's me, Prince Po Old school flowing, rolling thick with the O R-G-A-N-I-Z-E-D, peace to the pioneers that made a way for me To MC, and tear the roof off the mother, brother So back on the underground because we love you smother Wack MC's, like gravy on chicken Hope some of the homeless say that our jams is kickin Stickin flavor, in your grill piece Pickin fat loops for troops to bop to, when time is ticking Winding up, here comes the pitch Prince Po throws strictly fast flows with no specific type of niche But sometimes you gotta slow down the flow Blow up the spot and let the whole world know Here comes the Prince Po with another funky intro Something to parlay with and ease the mental Our instrumentals are too much for the average fan So I bring the Jamaica funk (Uh!) That's what it is I am too dope, too fat, Organized Konfusion is back That's with a "K" black, get the fly exact stack The money, start the party cause Organzied don't play that! It's three strikes, two tokes one time for the mind (Repeat 8x)