[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)