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Yo check it out, we gonna do it like this for the '93 flava |
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Know what i'm saying? letting you know this is organized |
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We got the crew in the house, |
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And we definitely representin for the masses |
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So my man pharoahe monch gon' step to mic |
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Let you know what time it is |
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We gon-na do it like this, check it out |
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[pharoahe monch] |
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Help me out, to my peeps in queens, clap your hands |
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To my peeps in brooklyn, clab your hands |
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To my people in the bronx, clap your hands |
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To my peeps uptown, clap your hands |
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It's three strikes, two tokes, one time for the mind |
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Three strikes, two tokes, one time for your mind |
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Three strikes, two tokes, and one time for the mind |
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Three stickes, two tokes, and one time... |
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Surprisssssse! huh, open your eyes up, when i rise, huh |
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Pharoahe monch i got skills for the wise! |
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Dumb, deaf, and blind you know it's time to organize |
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I'm flippin and rippin a style for the boys who wanna get wild |
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For the old and young, the golden child |
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I be the man with the gift of gab like santa |
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Catchin - stacks of beats, from here to atlanta |
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Ruah! what you say little weasel? |
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Can't block the foul if the style's cock diesel |
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I feel like busting loose |
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With the style that i produce to get juice from a troops |
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Black kojack, better than beretta |
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Any veteran knows the medicine man is better |
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Never sweat a girl that's inside of a jetta |
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I just let her pass by with a wink to the eye |
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It's the m-o-n-c-h, i, g-a-i |
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The greatest rapper you ever heard please won't you relate my |
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Message to my critics, get it when you rewind |
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It's three strikes, two tokes, one time for the mind |
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It's three strikes, two tokes two times for the mind (repeat 8x) |
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[prince poetry] |
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Check who gets wreck, it's me, prince po |
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Old school flowing, rolling thick with the o |
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R-g-a-n-i-z-e-d, peace to the pioneers that made a way for me |
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To mc, and tear the roof off the mother, brother |
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So back on the underground because we love you smother |
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Wack mc's, like gravy on chicken |
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Hope some of the homeless say that our jams is kickin |
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Stickin flavor, in your grill piece |
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Pickin fat loops for troops to bop to, when time is ticking |
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Winding up, here comes the pitch |
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Prince po throws strictly fast flows with no specific type of niche |
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But sometimes you gotta slow down the flow |
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Blow up the spot and let the whole world know |
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Here comes the prince po with another funky intro |
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Something to parlay with and ease the mental |
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Our instrumentals are too much for the average fan |
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So i bring the jamacian funk (uh!) that's what it is |
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I am too dope, too fat, organized konfusion is back |
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That's with a "k" black, get the fly exact stack |
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The money, start the party cause organzied don't play that! |
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It's three strikes, two tokes two times for the mind (repeat 8x) |
