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

[pharoahe
Help me out, to my peeps in queens, clap hands
To my in brooklyn, clab your hands
To my people in the bronx, clap your
To my peeps uptown, your hands
It's strikes, two tokes, one time for the mind
Three strikes, two tokes, one time for 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 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 - of beats, from here to atlanta
Ruah! what you say weasel?
Can't block the if the style's cock diesel
I feel like busting
With the style that I produce to get from a troops
Black kojack, better than
Any knows the medicine man is better
Never sweat a girl that's of a jetta
I just let her by with a wink to the eye
It's the m-o-n-c-h, i,
The greatest rapper you ever heard please won't you my
to my critics, get it when you rewind
It's three strikes, two tokes, one for the mind

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

poetry]
Check who gets wreck, 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 back on the underground because we love you
mc's, like gravy on chicken
Hope some of the homeless say that our jams is
Stickin flavor, in your piece
Pickin fat loops for troops to bop to, when time is
Winding up, here the pitch
Prince po throws strictly fast flows with no type of niche
But sometimes you gotta slow down the
Blow up the and let the whole world know
Here comes the prince po with another intro
Something to parlay with and ease the
Our instrumentals are too much for the 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 stack
The money, start the party cause don't play that!

three strikes, two tokes two times for the mind (repeat 8x)