3-2-1 Lyrics
| Song | 3-2-1 |
| Artist | Organized Konfusion |
| Album | Stress: The Extinction Agenda |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 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 representin for the masses | |
| So my man pharoahe monch gon' step to mic | |
| Let you know what time it is | |
| We gon-na do it like this, check it out | |
| [pharoahe monch] | |
| Help me out, to my peeps in queens, clap your hands | |
| To my peeps in brooklyn, clab 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 stickes, 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 kojack, better than beretta | |
| 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 my critics, get it when you rewind | |
| It's three strikes, two tokes, one time for the mind | |
| It's three strikes, two tokes two times for the mind (repeat 8x) | |
| [prince poetry] | |
| Check who gets wreck, it's me, prince po | |
| Old school flowing, rolling thick with the o | |
| R-g-a-n-i-z-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 mc's, 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 jamacian 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 two times for the mind (repeat 8x) |
| 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 representin 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 | |
| pharoahe monch | |
| Help me out, to my peeps in queens, clap your hands | |
| To my peeps in brooklyn, clab 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 stickes, 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 kojack, better than beretta | |
| 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 monch, i, gai | |
| The greatest rapper you ever heard please won' t you relate my | |
| Message to my critics, get it when you rewind | |
| It' s three strikes, two tokes, one time for the mind | |
| It' s three strikes, two tokes two times for the mind repeat 8x | |
| prince poetry | |
| Check who gets wreck, it' s me, prince po | |
| Old school flowing, rolling thick with the o | |
| Rganized, 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 mc' s, 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 jamacian 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 two times for the mind repeat 8x |
| 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 representin 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 | |
| pharoahe monch | |
| Help me out, to my peeps in queens, clap your hands | |
| To my peeps in brooklyn, clab 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 stickes, 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 kojack, better than beretta | |
| 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 monch, i, gai | |
| The greatest rapper you ever heard please won' t you relate my | |
| Message to my critics, get it when you rewind | |
| It' s three strikes, two tokes, one time for the mind | |
| It' s three strikes, two tokes two times for the mind repeat 8x | |
| prince poetry | |
| Check who gets wreck, it' s me, prince po | |
| Old school flowing, rolling thick with the o | |
| Rganized, 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 mc' s, 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 jamacian 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 two times for the mind repeat 8x |
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