Organized Konfusion - 3-2-1 Lyrics
[prince poetry]Yo check it out, we gonna do it like this for the 93 flavaKnow what Im saying? letting you know this is organizedWe got the crew in the house,And we definitely representin for the massesSo my man pharoahe monch gon step to micLet you know what time it isWe gon-na do it like this, check it out[pharoahe monch]Help me out, to my peeps in queens, clap your handsTo my peeps in brooklyn, clab your handsTo my people in the bronx, clap your handsTo my peeps uptown, clap your handsIts three strikes, two tokes, one time for the mindThree strikes, two tokes, one time for your mindThree strikes, two tokes, and one time for the mindThree stickes, two tokes, and one time...Surprisssssse! huh, open your eyes up, when I rise, huhPharoahe monch I got skills for the wise!Dumb, deaf, and blind you know its time to organizeIm flippin and rippin a style for the boys who wanna get wildFor the old and young, the golden childI be the man with the gift of gab like santaCatchin - stacks of beats, from here to atlantaRuah! what you say little weasel?Cant block the foul if the styles ***** dieselI feel like busting looseWith the style that I produce to get juice from a troopsBlack kojack, better than berettaAny veteran knows the medicine man is betterNever sweat a girl thats inside of a jettaI just let her pass by with a wink to the eyeIts the m-o-n-c-h, i, g-a-iThe greatest rapper you ever heard please wont you relate myMessage to my critics, get it when you rewindIts three strikes, two tokes, one time for the mindIts three strikes, two tokes two times for the mind (repeat 8x)[prince poetry]Check who gets wreck, its me, prince poOld school flowing, rolling thick with the oR-g-a-n-i-z-e-d, peace to the pioneers that made a way for meTo mc, and tear the roof off the mother, brotherSo back on the underground because we love you smotherWack mcs, like gravy on chickenHope some of the homeless say that our jams is kickinStickin flavor, in your grill piecePickin fat loops for troops to bop to, when time is tickingWinding up, here comes the pitchPrince po throws strictly fast flows with no specific type of nicheBut sometimes you gotta slow down the flowBlow up the spot and let the whole world knowHere comes the prince po with another funky introSomething to parlay with and ease the mentalOur instrumentals are too much for the average fanSo I bring the jamacian funk (uh!) thats what it isI am too dope, too fat, organized konfusion is backThats with a k black, get the fly exact stackThe money, start the party cause organzied dont play that!Its three strikes, two tokes two times for the mind (repeat 8x)
