Organized Konfusion - 3-2-1 lyrics

Yo check it out
We gonna do it like this for the '93 flava
Know what I'm saying? Letting you
Know this is Organized
We got the crew in the house
And we definitely representing for the masses
So my man Pharoahe Monch gon' step to mic
Let you know what time it is
We gonna do it like this, check it out

Help me out, to my peeps in Queens
Clap your hands
To my peeps in Brooklyn, clap your hands
To my people in the Bronx, clap your hands
To my peeps uptown, clap your hands
It's three strikes, two tokes
One time for the mind
Three strikes, two tokes
One time for your mind
Three strikes, two tokes
And one time for the mind


Three strikes, two tokes, and one time
Surprisssssse!

Huh, open your eyes up, when I rise, huh
Pharoahe Monch I got skills for the wise!
Dumb, deaf
And blind you know it's time to organize
I'm flippin' and rippin' a style for
The boys who wanna get wild
For the old and young, the Golden Child
I be the man with the gift of gab like Santa
Catchin - stacks of beats
From here to Atlanta
Ruah! What you say little weasel?
Can't block the foul if
The style's cock diesel
I feel like busting loose
With the style that I produce to
Get juice from a troops
Black Kojak, better than Baretta
Any veteran knows the Medicine Man is better
Never sweat a girl that's inside of a Jetta
I just let her pass by with a wink to the eye
It's the M-O-N-C-H, I, G-A-I
The greatest rapper you ever heard please
Won't you relate my message to the critics
Get it when you rewind
It's three strikes, two tokes
One time for the mind

It's three strikes
Two tokes one time for the mind
It's three strikes
Two tokes one time for the mind
It's three strikes
Two tokes one time for the mind
It's three strikes
Two tokes one time for the mind
It's three strikes
Two tokes one time for the mind
It's three strikes
Two tokes one time for the mind
It's three strikes
Two tokes one time for the mind
It's three strikes
Two tokes one time for the mind

Check who gets wreck, it's me, Prince Po
Old school flowing, rolling thick with the O
R-G-A-N-IZ-E-D, peace to the pioneers that
Made a way for me
To MC and tear the roof off the mother
Brother so back on the underground because
We love you smother
Wack MCs like gravy on chicken
Hope some of the homeless say
That our jams is kickin'
Stickin flavor, in your grill piece
Pickin fat loops for troops to bop to
When time is ticking
Winding up, here comes the pitch
Prince Po throws strictly fast flows with
No specific type of niche
But sometimes you gotta slow down the flow
Blow up the spot and let the whole world know
Here comes the Prince Po
With another funky intro
Something to parlay with and ease the mental
Our instrumentals are too much
For the average fan
So I bring the Jamaica funk
(Uh) That's what it is
I am too dope, too fat
Organized Konfusion is back
That's with a "K" black
Get the fly exact stack the money
Start the party cause Organzied
Don't play that!

It's three strikes
Two tokes one time for the mind
It's three strikes
Two tokes one time for the mind
It's three strikes
Two tokes one time for the mind
It's three strikes
Two tokes one time for the mind
It's three strikes
Two tokes one time for the mind
It's three strikes
Two tokes one time for the mind
It's three strikes
Two tokes one time for the mind
It's three strikes
Two tokes one time for the mind