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No question we doin this s**t once more, once more
Intro/Chorus: all together
The mic strikes, the main event, there's no dull moment
They frail cause their shell lack one component
That's the motive of locs, big payback s**t
Organizin, for your Late Night Action
(repeat 2X, substitute fourth line in first repeat with "Organizin")
Prince Poetry
I'm comin through to administer sinister, effects
Funky ghetto intellects, infrareds and the tecs
cause foes envy, look for the Remi I had it in me
Bark loud with the dogs like them frogs on ?skinny spinday?
Boke Rule or Cairo
Gimme gimme, you sweet get licked like Yum-Yum's
Run up on your set with pumps and dum-dum's
I let a nigg* shine with his glass house image
Cause everything he own is us, with percentage
Pharoahe Monch
Aiyyo I never sold coke (what?) Never cut class (uhh)
Never shot handbrawl but I smoke a little grass, who?
Clever with the math, Queens remember boom bash tricks?
When it comes to rap, Pharoahe gets up in that as* quick
Chorus: repeat 2X
all together
We on the creep, gotta eat, on this level of next
Hold it down control the frequency in cash and sex
Another beat, hit the street, neat deposit the checks
Baby girl freaked it and ?stump? in those discotechques
When we get on people say, "Hey yo they ain't no joke"
But these MC's steady schemin lookin all down our throat
Organized and Ill Rahlos got your bubble on float
Now think about but overall nigg* consider it broke
Cairo or Boke Rule
Premeditated combustible, skills variated
in the chamber of the c*ckback, waiting to be fragnated
Just in case it's deadly the occupied skated
Then faded into a state, that made them obligated to wild
Motherfkin mic striker, I splash with the rubber grip
rapid fire Star Trek phaser, ain't nuttin over here
Mickey Mouse Phantasia, get your mouth
filled with blood, tryin to fkin front like Frasier
Prince Poetry
Blaze ya, like the finest herbs imported from Asia
My laser, kinetics cuts as* like a razor
Prince the major I'm H-Bomb, ready to burst
with ambidexterous rhythms for your auto-reverse
Chorus: repeat 2X
Boke Rule or Cairo
Main event, mic strike, the holdin down the s**t bit
I'm hip, caught the wire they were bringin in equipment
(Bring it On motherfker) who the mojo, launched from a distance
How could get grant union, infiltrate with precision
nigg* you could get your as* slammed, get your as* slammed
lyrics is funny like ?Funk Go Lan?
But not my mens we Organized legendary
Slicin devils or bustin pushin girls off the ferry
Pharoahe Monch
Very spectacular rap, vocabulary vernacular
s**t I'ma get the rhythm precise, that of an accurate
splice to tape, be calibrated like a mechanic
SAY IT SON! You borough nigg* my aerodynamics is all that
Chorus: repeat 2X