ORGANIZED KONFUSION - 3-2-1 Lyrics

[prince poetry]Yo check it out, we gonna do it like this for the '93 flavaKnow what I'm 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 handsIt's 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 it's time to organizeI'm 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? Can't block the foul if the style's cock 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 that's inside of a jettaI just let her pass by with a wink to the eyeIt's the m-o-n-c-h, i, g-a-iThe greatest rapper you ever heard please won't you relate myMessage to my critics, get it when you rewindIt's three strikes, two tokes, one time for the mindIt's three strikes, two tokes two times for the mind (repeat 8x)[prince poetry]Check who gets wreck, it's 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 mc's, 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!) that's what it isI am too dope, too fat, organized konfusion is backThat's with a k black, get the fly exact stackThe money, start the party cause organzied don't play that!It's three strikes, two tokes two times for the mind (repeat 8x)
 

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