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

monch]
Help me out, to my peeps in queens, clap hands
To my peeps in brooklyn, clab hands
To my in the bronx, clap your hands
To my peeps uptown, your hands
It's three strikes, two tokes, one for the mind
strikes, two tokes, one time for your mind
Three strikes, two tokes, and one for the mind
stickes, two tokes, and one time...

Surprisssssse! huh, open your eyes up, I rise, huh
Pharoahe monch I got for the wise!
Dumb, deaf, and you know it's time to organize
I'm flippin and rippin a style for the who wanna get wild
For the old and young, the child
I be the man the gift of gab like santa
- stacks of beats, from here to atlanta
Ruah! what you say weasel?
Can't block the foul if the style's diesel
I like busting loose
With the style that I produce to get from a troops
kojack, better than beretta
Any knows the medicine man is better
sweat a girl that's inside of a jetta
I just let her pass by with a to the eye
the m-o-n-c-h, i, g-a-i
The greatest rapper you ever please won't you relate my
to my critics, get it when you rewind
It's strikes, two tokes, one time for the mind

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

poetry]
Check who gets wreck, it's me, po
Old school flowing, rolling with the o
R-g-a-n-i-z-e-d, peace to the pioneers that a way for me
To mc, and the roof off the mother, brother
So back on the underground we love you smother
Wack mc's, like on chicken
Hope of the homeless say that our jams is kickin
Stickin flavor, in grill piece
Pickin fat for troops to bop to, when time is ticking
up, here comes the pitch
Prince po throws strictly fast flows with no specific of niche
But sometimes you gotta down the flow
Blow up the and let the whole world know
Here comes the po with another funky intro
Something to with and ease the mental
Our instrumentals are too for the average fan
So I bring the jamacian funk (uh!) that's it is
I am too dope, too fat, konfusion is back
That's with a "k" black, get the fly exact
The money, start the party cause organzied don't that!

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