[Intro Prince Poetry] Yo check it out, we gonna do it like this for the 93 flava Know what Im saying? Letting you know this is Organized We got the crew in the house And we definitely representing for the masses So my man Pharoahe Monch gon step to mic Let you know what time it is We gonna do it like this, check it out [PreVerse Pharoahe Monch] Help me out, to my peeps in Queens, clap your hands To my peeps in Brooklyn, clap your hands To my people in the Bronx, clap your hands To my peeps uptown, clap your hands Its 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! [Verse 1 Pharoahe Monch] Huh, open your eyes up, when I rise, huh Pharoahe Monch I got skills for the wise! Dumb, deaf, and blind you know its time to organize Im 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? Cant block the foul if the styles cock diesel I feel like busting loose With the style that I produce to get juice from a troops Black Kojak, better than Baretta Any veteran knows the Medicine Man is better Never sweat a girl thats inside of a Jetta I just let her pass by with a wink to the eye Its the MONCH, I, GAI The greatest rapper you ever heard please wont you relate my Message to the critics, get it when you rewind Its three strikes, two tokes, one time for the mind [Hook] Its three strikes, two tokes one time for the mind Its three strikes, two tokes one time for the mind Its three strikes, two tokes one time for the mind Its three strikes, two tokes one time for the mind Its three strikes, two tokes one time for the mind Its three strikes, two tokes one time for the mind Its three strikes, two tokes one time for the mind Its three strikes, two tokes one time for the mind [Verse 2 Prince Poetry] Check who gets wreck, its me, Prince Po Old school flowing, rolling thick with the O RGANIZED, 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 MCs 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! Thats what it is I am too dope, too fat, Organized Konfusion is back Thats with a K black, get the fly exact stack The money, start the party cause Organzied dont play that! [Hook] Its three strikes, two tokes one time for the mind Its three strikes, two tokes one time for the mind Its three strikes, two tokes one time for the mind Its three strikes, two tokes one time for the mind Its three strikes, two tokes one time for the mind Its three strikes, two tokes one time for the mind Its three strikes, two tokes one time for the mind Its three strikes, two tokes one time for the mind
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