3 - 2 - 1 Lyrics - Singles - Organized Konfusion

[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 masses 

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 stickes, two tokes, and one time... 

Surprisssssse! huh, open your eyes up, when I rise, huh 

Pharoahe monch I got skills 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 cock 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 pass 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 two times 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 jamacian 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 two times for the mind (repeat 8x)