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[prince
Yo check it out, we gonna do it this for the '93 flava
Know I'm saying? letting you know this is organized
We got the in the house,
And we definitely representin for the
So my man monch gon' step to mic
Let you know what it is
We do it like this, check it out

[pharoahe
Help me out, to my peeps in queens, clap your
To my peeps in brooklyn, your hands
To my people in the bronx, clap your
To my uptown, clap your hands
three strikes, two tokes, one time for the mind
Three strikes, two tokes, one for your mind
strikes, two tokes, and one time for the mind
stickes, two tokes, and one time...

Surprisssssse! huh, open your up, when I rise, huh
Pharoahe I got skills for the wise!
Dumb, deaf, and blind you know it's to organize
I'm flippin and rippin a style for the boys who wanna get
For the old and young, the child
I be the man with the of gab like santa
Catchin - stacks of beats, from here to
Ruah! you say little weasel?
Can't block the foul if the style's cock
I feel busting loose
the style that I produce to get juice from a troops
Black kojack, than beretta
Any veteran the medicine man is better
sweat a girl that's inside of a jetta
I just let her pass by a wink to the eye
the m-o-n-c-h, i, g-a-i
The greatest rapper you heard please won't you relate my
Message to my critics, get it when you
It's three strikes, two tokes, one time for the

It's three strikes, two tokes two for the mind (repeat 8x)

poetry]
Check who wreck, it's me, prince po
Old school flowing, rolling thick the o
R-g-a-n-i-z-e-d, to the pioneers that made a way for me
To mc, and tear the roof off the mother,
So on the underground because we love you smother
Wack mc's, like gravy on
Hope some of the say that our jams is kickin
Stickin flavor, in your grill
Pickin fat loops for troops to bop to, when is ticking
up, here comes the pitch
Prince po throws strictly fast flows with no type of niche
But sometimes you slow down the flow
up the spot and let the whole world know
Here comes the prince po with funky intro
Something to with and ease the mental
Our instrumentals are too much for the fan
So I bring the funk (uh!) that's what it is
I am too dope, too fat, organized konfusion is
That's with a "k" black, get the fly exact
The money, start the party organzied don't play that!

It's three strikes, two tokes two times for the (repeat 8x)