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

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

Surprisssssse! huh, open eyes up, when I rise, huh
Pharoahe I got skills for the wise!
Dumb, deaf, and blind you know it's time to
I'm flippin and a style for the boys who wanna get wild
For the old and young, the golden
I be the man with the gift of gab santa
- stacks of beats, from here to atlanta
Ruah! what you say weasel?
Can't block the if the style's cock diesel
I feel busting loose
the style that I produce to get juice from a troops
Black kojack, better beretta
Any veteran knows the medicine man is
Never sweat a that's inside of a jetta
I let her pass by with 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 strikes, two tokes, one time for the mind

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

[prince
who gets wreck, it's me, prince po
Old school flowing, rolling with the o
R-g-a-n-i-z-e-d, peace to the pioneers made a way for me
To mc, and tear the roof off the mother,
So back on the underground because we you smother
Wack mc's, gravy on chicken
Hope some of the homeless say that our jams is
Stickin flavor, in grill piece
Pickin fat loops for troops to bop to, time is ticking
up, here comes the pitch
Prince po throws strictly fast flows no specific type of niche
But sometimes you gotta slow down the
up the spot and let the whole world know
Here comes the prince po with funky intro
Something to parlay with and ease the
Our instrumentals are too for the average fan
So I the jamacian funk (uh!) that's what 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!

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