[{"id":21303501,"name":"3-2-1","trackName":"3-2-1","artistName":"Organized Konfusion","albumName":"Stress: The Extinction Agenda (CD 1)","duration":203.885714,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"[Prince poetry]\nYo check it out, we gonna do it like this for the '93 flava\nKnow what I'm saying? letting you know this is organized\nWe got the crew in the house,\nAnd we definitely representin for the masses\nSo my man pharoahe monch gon' step to mic\nLet you know what time it is\nWe gon-na do it like this, check it out\n\n[Pharoahe monch]\nHelp me out, to my peeps in queens, clap your hands\nTo my peeps in brooklyn, clab your hands\nTo my people in the bronx, clap your hands\nTo my peeps uptown, clap your hands\nIt's three strikes, two tokes, one time for the mind\nThree strikes, two tokes, one time for your mind\nThree strikes, two tokes, and one time for the mind\nThree stickes, two tokes, and one time...\n\nSurprisssssse! huh, open your eyes up, when I rise, huh\nPharoahe monch I got skills for the wise!\nDumb, deaf, and blind you know it's time to organize\nI'm flippin and rippin a style for the boys who wanna get wild\nFor the old and young, the golden child\nI be the man with the gift of gab like santa\nCatchin - stacks of beats, from here to atlanta\nRuah! what you say little weasel?\nCan't block the foul if the style's cock diesel\nI feel like busting loose\nWith the style that I produce to get juice from a troops\nBlack kojack, better than beretta\nAny veteran knows the medicine man is better\nNever sweat a girl that's inside of a jetta\nI just let her pass by with a wink to the eye\nIt's the m-o-n-c-h, i, g-a-i\nThe greatest rapper you ever heard please won't you relate my\nMessage to my critics, get it when you rewind\nIt's three strikes, two tokes, one time for the mind\n\nIt's three strikes, two tokes two times for the mind (repeat 8x)\n\n[Prince poetry]\nCheck who gets wreck, it's me, prince po\nOld school flowing, rolling thick with the o\nR-g-a-n-i-z-e-d, peace to the pioneers that made a way for me\nTo mc, and tear the roof off the mother, brother\nSo back on the underground because we love you smother\nWack mc's, like gravy on chicken\nHope some of the homeless say that our jams is kickin\nStickin flavor, in your grill piece\nPickin fat loops for troops to bop to, when time is ticking\nWinding up, here comes the pitch\nPrince po throws strictly fast flows with no specific type of niche\nBut sometimes you gotta slow down the flow\nBlow up the spot and let the whole world know\nHere comes the prince po with another funky intro\nSomething to parlay with and ease the mental\nOur instrumentals are too much for the average fan\nSo I bring the jamacian funk (uh!) that's what it is\nI am too dope, too fat, organized konfusion is back\nThat's with a \"k\" black, get the fly exact stack\nThe money, start the party cause organzied don't play that!\n\nIt's three strikes, two tokes two times for the mind (repeat 8x)","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: 3-2-1\n  artist: Organized Konfusion\n  album: 'Stress: The Extinction Agenda (CD 1)'\n  duration_ms: 203886\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  [Prince poetry]\n  Yo check it out, we gonna do it like this for the '93 flava\n  Know what I'm saying? letting you know this is organized\n  We got the crew in the house,\n  And we definitely representin for the masses\n  So my man pharoahe monch gon' step to mic\n  Let you know what time it is\n  We gon-na do it like this, check it out\n\n  [Pharoahe monch]\n  Help me out, to my peeps in queens, clap your hands\n  To my peeps in brooklyn, clab your hands\n  To my people in the bronx, clap your hands\n  To my peeps uptown, clap your hands\n  It's three strikes, two tokes, one time for the mind\n  Three strikes, two tokes, one time for your mind\n  Three strikes, two tokes, and one time for the mind\n  Three stickes, two tokes, and one time...\n\n  Surprisssssse! huh, open your eyes up, when I rise, huh\n  Pharoahe monch I got skills for the wise!\n  Dumb, deaf, and blind you know it's time to organize\n  I'm flippin and rippin a style for the boys who wanna get wild\n  For the old and young, the golden child\n  I be the man with the gift of gab like santa\n  Catchin - stacks of beats, from here to atlanta\n  Ruah! what you say little weasel?\n  Can't block the foul if the style's cock diesel\n  I feel like busting loose\n  With the style that I produce to get juice from a troops\n  Black kojack, better than beretta\n  Any veteran knows the medicine man is better\n  Never sweat a girl that's inside of a jetta\n  I just let her pass by with a wink to the eye\n  It's the m-o-n-c-h, i, g-a-i\n  The greatest rapper you ever heard please won't you relate my\n  Message to my critics, get it when you rewind\n  It's three strikes, two tokes, one time for the mind\n\n  It's three strikes, two tokes two times for the mind (repeat 8x)\n\n  [Prince poetry]\n  Check who gets wreck, it's me, prince po\n  Old school flowing, rolling thick with the o\n  R-g-a-n-i-z-e-d, peace to the pioneers that made a way for me\n  To mc, and tear the roof off the mother, brother\n  So back on the underground because we love you smother\n  Wack mc's, like gravy on chicken\n  Hope some of the homeless say that our jams is kickin\n  Stickin flavor, in your grill piece\n  Pickin fat loops for troops to bop to, when time is ticking\n  Winding up, here comes the pitch\n  Prince po throws strictly fast flows with no specific type of niche\n  But sometimes you gotta slow down the flow\n  Blow up the spot and let the whole world know\n  Here comes the prince po with another funky intro\n  Something to parlay with and ease the mental\n  Our instrumentals are too much for the average fan\n  So I bring the jamacian funk (uh!) that's what it is\n  I am too dope, too fat, organized konfusion is back\n  That's with a \"k\" black, get the fly exact stack\n  The money, start the party cause organzied don't play that!\n\n  It's three strikes, two tokes two times for the mind (repeat 8x)\n"},{"id":92652,"name":"3-2-1","trackName":"3-2-1","artistName":"Organized Konfusion","albumName":"Stress: The Extinction Agenda","duration":204.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"[Prince poetry]\nYo check it out, we gonna do it like this for the '93 flava\nKnow what I'm saying? letting you know this is organized\nWe got the crew in the house,\nAnd we definitely representin for the masses\nSo my man pharoahe monch gon' step to mic\nLet you know what time it is\nWe gon-na do it like this, check it out\n\n[Pharoahe monch]\nHelp me out, to my peeps in queens, clap your hands\nTo my peeps in brooklyn, clab your hands\nTo my people in the bronx, clap your hands\nTo my peeps uptown, clap your hands\nIt's three strikes, two tokes, one time for the mind\nThree strikes, two tokes, one time for your mind\nThree strikes, two tokes, and one time for the mind\nThree stickes, two tokes, and one time...\n\nSurprisssssse! huh, open your eyes up, when I rise, huh\nPharoahe monch I got skills for the wise!\nDumb, deaf, and blind you know it's time to organize\nI'm flippin and rippin a style for the boys who wanna get wild\nFor the old and young, the golden child\nI be the man with the gift of gab like santa\nCatchin - stacks of beats, from here to atlanta\nRuah! what you say little weasel?\nCan't block the foul if the style's cock diesel\nI feel like busting loose\nWith the style that I produce to get juice from a troops\nBlack kojack, better than beretta\nAny veteran knows the medicine man is better\nNever sweat a girl that's inside of a jetta\nI just let her pass by with a wink to the eye\nIt's the m-o-n-c-h, i, g-a-i\nThe greatest rapper you ever heard please won't you relate my\nMessage to my critics, get it when you rewind\nIt's three strikes, two tokes, one time for the mind\n\nIt's three strikes, two tokes two times for the mind (repeat 8x)\n\n[Prince poetry]\nCheck who gets wreck, it's me, prince po\nOld school flowing, rolling thick with the o\nR-g-a-n-i-z-e-d, peace to the pioneers that made a way for me\nTo mc, and tear the roof off the mother, brother\nSo back on the underground because we love you smother\nWack mc's, like gravy on chicken\nHope some of the homeless say that our jams is kickin\nStickin flavor, in your grill piece\nPickin fat loops for troops to bop to, when time is ticking\nWinding up, here comes the pitch\nPrince po throws strictly fast flows with no specific type of niche\nBut sometimes you gotta slow down the flow\nBlow up the spot and let the whole world know\nHere comes the prince po with another funky intro\nSomething to parlay with and ease the mental\nOur instrumentals are too much for the average fan\nSo I bring the jamacian funk (uh!) that's what it is\nI am too dope, too fat, organized konfusion is back\nThat's with a \"k\" black, get the fly exact stack\nThe money, start the party cause organzied don't play that!\n\nIt's three strikes, two tokes two times for the mind (repeat 8x)","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: 3-2-1\n  artist: Organized Konfusion\n  album: 'Stress: The Extinction Agenda'\n  duration_ms: 204000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  [Prince poetry]\n  Yo check it out, we gonna do it like this for the '93 flava\n  Know what I'm saying? letting you know this is organized\n  We got the crew in the house,\n  And we definitely representin for the masses\n  So my man pharoahe monch gon' step to mic\n  Let you know what time it is\n  We gon-na do it like this, check it out\n\n  [Pharoahe monch]\n  Help me out, to my peeps in queens, clap your hands\n  To my peeps in brooklyn, clab your hands\n  To my people in the bronx, clap your hands\n  To my peeps uptown, clap your hands\n  It's three strikes, two tokes, one time for the mind\n  Three strikes, two tokes, one time for your mind\n  Three strikes, two tokes, and one time for the mind\n  Three stickes, two tokes, and one time...\n\n  Surprisssssse! huh, open your eyes up, when I rise, huh\n  Pharoahe monch I got skills for the wise!\n  Dumb, deaf, and blind you know it's time to organize\n  I'm flippin and rippin a style for the boys who wanna get wild\n  For the old and young, the golden child\n  I be the man with the gift of gab like santa\n  Catchin - stacks of beats, from here to atlanta\n  Ruah! what you say little weasel?\n  Can't block the foul if the style's cock diesel\n  I feel like busting loose\n  With the style that I produce to get juice from a troops\n  Black kojack, better than beretta\n  Any veteran knows the medicine man is better\n  Never sweat a girl that's inside of a jetta\n  I just let her pass by with a wink to the eye\n  It's the m-o-n-c-h, i, g-a-i\n  The greatest rapper you ever heard please won't you relate my\n  Message to my critics, get it when you rewind\n  It's three strikes, two tokes, one time for the mind\n\n  It's three strikes, two tokes two times for the mind (repeat 8x)\n\n  [Prince poetry]\n  Check who gets wreck, it's me, prince po\n  Old school flowing, rolling thick with the o\n  R-g-a-n-i-z-e-d, peace to the pioneers that made a way for me\n  To mc, and tear the roof off the mother, brother\n  So back on the underground because we love you smother\n  Wack mc's, like gravy on chicken\n  Hope some of the homeless say that our jams is kickin\n  Stickin flavor, in your grill piece\n  Pickin fat loops for troops to bop to, when time is ticking\n  Winding up, here comes the pitch\n  Prince po throws strictly fast flows with no specific type of niche\n  But sometimes you gotta slow down the flow\n  Blow up the spot and let the whole world know\n  Here comes the prince po with another funky intro\n  Something to parlay with and ease the mental\n  Our instrumentals are too much for the average fan\n  So I bring the jamacian funk (uh!) that's what it is\n  I am too dope, too fat, organized konfusion is back\n  That's with a \"k\" black, get the fly exact stack\n  The money, start the party cause organzied don't play that!\n\n  It's three strikes, two tokes two times for the mind (repeat 8x)\n"},{"id":29476044,"name":"3‐2‐1","trackName":"3‐2‐1","artistName":"Organized Konfusion","albumName":"Stress (The Extinction Agenda)","duration":200.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"[prince poetry]\nYo check it out, we gonna do it like this for the '93 flava\nKnow what I'm saying? letting you know this is organized\nWe got the crew in the house,\nAnd we definitely representin for the masses\nSo my man pharoahe monch gon' step to mic\nLet you know what time it is\nWe gon-na do it like this, check it out\n\n[pharoahe monch]\nHelp me out, to my peeps in queens, clap your hands\nTo my peeps in brooklyn, clab your hands\nTo my people in the bronx, clap your hands\nTo my peeps uptown, clap your hands\nIt's three strikes, two tokes, one time for the mind\nThree strikes, two tokes, one time for your mind\nThree strikes, two tokes, and one time for the mind\nThree stickes, two tokes, and one time...\n\nSurprisssssse! huh, open your eyes up, when I rise, huh\nPharoahe monch I got skills for the wise!\nDumb, deaf, and blind you know it's time to organize\nI'm flippin and rippin a style for the boys who wanna get wild\nFor the old and young, the golden child\nI be the man with the gift of gab like santa\nCatchin - stacks of beats, from here to atlanta\nRuah! what you say little weasel?\nCan't block the foul if the style's cock diesel\nI feel like busting loose\nWith the style that I produce to get juice from a troops\nBlack kojack, better than beretta\nAny veteran knows the medicine man is better\nNever sweat a girl that's inside of a jetta\nI just let her pass by with a wink to the eye\nIt's the m-o-n-c-h, i, g-a-i\nThe greatest rapper you ever heard please won't you relate my\nMessage to my critics, get it when you rewind\nIt's three strikes, two tokes, one time for the mind\n\nIt's three strikes, two tokes two times for the mind (repeat 8x)\n\n[prince poetry]\nCheck who gets wreck, it's me, prince po\nOld school flowing, rolling thick with the o\nR-g-a-n-i-z-e-d, peace to the pioneers that made a way for me\nTo mc, and tear the roof off the mother, brother\nSo back on the underground because we love you smother\nWack mc's, like gravy on chicken\nHope some of the homeless say that our jams is kickin\nStickin flavor, in your grill piece\nPickin fat loops for troops to bop to, when time is ticking\nWinding up, here comes the pitch\nPrince po throws strictly fast flows with no specific type of niche\nBut sometimes you gotta slow down the flow\nBlow up the spot and let the whole world know\nHere comes the prince po with another funky intro\nSomething to parlay with and ease the mental\nOur instrumentals are too much for the average fan\nSo I bring the jamacian funk (uh!) that's what it is\nI am too dope, too fat, organized konfusion is back\nThat's with a \"k\" black, get the fly exact stack\nThe money, start the party cause organzied don't play that!\n\nIt's three strikes, two tokes two times for the mind (repeat 8x)","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: 3‐2‐1\n  artist: Organized Konfusion\n  album: Stress (The Extinction Agenda)\n  duration_ms: 200000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  [prince poetry]\n  Yo check it out, we gonna do it like this for the '93 flava\n  Know what I'm saying? letting you know this is organized\n  We got the crew in the house,\n  And we definitely representin for the masses\n  So my man pharoahe monch gon' step to mic\n  Let you know what time it is\n  We gon-na do it like this, check it out\n\n  [pharoahe monch]\n  Help me out, to my peeps in queens, clap your hands\n  To my peeps in brooklyn, clab your hands\n  To my people in the bronx, clap your hands\n  To my peeps uptown, clap your hands\n  It's three strikes, two tokes, one time for the mind\n  Three strikes, two tokes, one time for your mind\n  Three strikes, two tokes, and one time for the mind\n  Three stickes, two tokes, and one time...\n\n  Surprisssssse! huh, open your eyes up, when I rise, huh\n  Pharoahe monch I got skills for the wise!\n  Dumb, deaf, and blind you know it's time to organize\n  I'm flippin and rippin a style for the boys who wanna get wild\n  For the old and young, the golden child\n  I be the man with the gift of gab like santa\n  Catchin - stacks of beats, from here to atlanta\n  Ruah! what you say little weasel?\n  Can't block the foul if the style's cock diesel\n  I feel like busting loose\n  With the style that I produce to get juice from a troops\n  Black kojack, better than beretta\n  Any veteran knows the medicine man is better\n  Never sweat a girl that's inside of a jetta\n  I just let her pass by with a wink to the eye\n  It's the m-o-n-c-h, i, g-a-i\n  The greatest rapper you ever heard please won't you relate my\n  Message to my critics, get it when you rewind\n  It's three strikes, two tokes, one time for the mind\n\n  It's three strikes, two tokes two times for the mind (repeat 8x)\n\n  [prince poetry]\n  Check who gets wreck, it's me, prince po\n  Old school flowing, rolling thick with the o\n  R-g-a-n-i-z-e-d, peace to the pioneers that made a way for me\n  To mc, and tear the roof off the mother, brother\n  So back on the underground because we love you smother\n  Wack mc's, like gravy on chicken\n  Hope some of the homeless say that our jams is kickin\n  Stickin flavor, in your grill piece\n  Pickin fat loops for troops to bop to, when time is ticking\n  Winding up, here comes the pitch\n  Prince po throws strictly fast flows with no specific type of niche\n  But sometimes you gotta slow down the flow\n  Blow up the spot and let the whole world know\n  Here comes the prince po with another funky intro\n  Something to parlay with and ease the mental\n  Our instrumentals are too much for the average fan\n  So I bring the jamacian funk (uh!) that's what it is\n  I am too dope, too fat, organized konfusion is back\n  That's with a \"k\" black, get the fly exact stack\n  The money, start the party cause organzied don't play that!\n\n  It's three strikes, two tokes two times for the mind (repeat 8x)\n"},{"id":24589757,"name":"3‐2‐1","trackName":"3‐2‐1","artistName":"Organized Konfusion","albumName":"Stress : The Extinction Agenda (30th Anniversary Deluxe Edition)","duration":199.533333,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"[prince poetry]\nYo check it out, we gonna do it like this for the '93 flava\nKnow what I'm saying? letting you know this is organized\nWe got the crew in the house,\nAnd we definitely representin for the masses\nSo my man pharoahe monch gon' step to mic\nLet you know what time it is\nWe gon-na do it like this, check it out\n\n[pharoahe monch]\nHelp me out, to my peeps in queens, clap your hands\nTo my peeps in brooklyn, clab your hands\nTo my people in the bronx, clap your hands\nTo my peeps uptown, clap your hands\nIt's three strikes, two tokes, one time for the mind\nThree strikes, two tokes, one time for your mind\nThree strikes, two tokes, and one time for the mind\nThree stickes, two tokes, and one time...\n\nSurprisssssse! huh, open your eyes up, when I rise, huh\nPharoahe monch I got skills for the wise!\nDumb, deaf, and blind you know it's time to organize\nI'm flippin and rippin a style for the boys who wanna get wild\nFor the old and young, the golden child\nI be the man with the gift of gab like santa\nCatchin - stacks of beats, from here to atlanta\nRuah! what you say little weasel?\nCan't block the foul if the style's cock diesel\nI feel like busting loose\nWith the style that I produce to get juice from a troops\nBlack kojack, better than beretta\nAny veteran knows the medicine man is better\nNever sweat a girl that's inside of a jetta\nI just let her pass by with a wink to the eye\nIt's the m-o-n-c-h, i, g-a-i\nThe greatest rapper you ever heard please won't you relate my\nMessage to my critics, get it when you rewind\nIt's three strikes, two tokes, one time for the mind\n\nIt's three strikes, two tokes two times for the mind (repeat 8x)\n\n[prince poetry]\nCheck who gets wreck, it's me, prince po\nOld school flowing, rolling thick with the o\nR-g-a-n-i-z-e-d, peace to the pioneers that made a way for me\nTo mc, and tear the roof off the mother, brother\nSo back on the underground because we love you smother\nWack mc's, like gravy on chicken\nHope some of the homeless say that our jams is kickin\nStickin flavor, in your grill piece\nPickin fat loops for troops to bop to, when time is ticking\nWinding up, here comes the pitch\nPrince po throws strictly fast flows with no specific type of niche\nBut sometimes you gotta slow down the flow\nBlow up the spot and let the whole world know\nHere comes the prince po with another funky intro\nSomething to parlay with and ease the mental\nOur instrumentals are too much for the average fan\nSo I bring the jamacian funk (uh!) that's what it is\nI am too dope, too fat, organized konfusion is back\nThat's with a \"k\" black, get the fly exact stack\nThe money, start the party cause organzied don't play that!\n\nIt's three strikes, two tokes two times for the mind (repeat 8x)","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: 3‐2‐1\n  artist: Organized Konfusion\n  album: 'Stress : The Extinction Agenda (30th Anniversary Deluxe Edition)'\n  duration_ms: 199533\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  [prince poetry]\n  Yo check it out, we gonna do it like this for the '93 flava\n  Know what I'm saying? letting you know this is organized\n  We got the crew in the house,\n  And we definitely representin for the masses\n  So my man pharoahe monch gon' step to mic\n  Let you know what time it is\n  We gon-na do it like this, check it out\n\n  [pharoahe monch]\n  Help me out, to my peeps in queens, clap your hands\n  To my peeps in brooklyn, clab your hands\n  To my people in the bronx, clap your hands\n  To my peeps uptown, clap your hands\n  It's three strikes, two tokes, one time for the mind\n  Three strikes, two tokes, one time for your mind\n  Three strikes, two tokes, and one time for the mind\n  Three stickes, two tokes, and one time...\n\n  Surprisssssse! huh, open your eyes up, when I rise, huh\n  Pharoahe monch I got skills for the wise!\n  Dumb, deaf, and blind you know it's time to organize\n  I'm flippin and rippin a style for the boys who wanna get wild\n  For the old and young, the golden child\n  I be the man with the gift of gab like santa\n  Catchin - stacks of beats, from here to atlanta\n  Ruah! what you say little weasel?\n  Can't block the foul if the style's cock diesel\n  I feel like busting loose\n  With the style that I produce to get juice from a troops\n  Black kojack, better than beretta\n  Any veteran knows the medicine man is better\n  Never sweat a girl that's inside of a jetta\n  I just let her pass by with a wink to the eye\n  It's the m-o-n-c-h, i, g-a-i\n  The greatest rapper you ever heard please won't you relate my\n  Message to my critics, get it when you rewind\n  It's three strikes, two tokes, one time for the mind\n\n  It's three strikes, two tokes two times for the mind (repeat 8x)\n\n  [prince poetry]\n  Check who gets wreck, it's me, prince po\n  Old school flowing, rolling thick with the o\n  R-g-a-n-i-z-e-d, peace to the pioneers that made a way for me\n  To mc, and tear the roof off the mother, brother\n  So back on the underground because we love you smother\n  Wack mc's, like gravy on chicken\n  Hope some of the homeless say that our jams is kickin\n  Stickin flavor, in your grill piece\n  Pickin fat loops for troops to bop to, when time is ticking\n  Winding up, here comes the pitch\n  Prince po throws strictly fast flows with no specific type of niche\n  But sometimes you gotta slow down the flow\n  Blow up the spot and let the whole world know\n  Here comes the prince po with another funky intro\n  Something to parlay with and ease the mental\n  Our instrumentals are too much for the average fan\n  So I bring the jamacian funk (uh!) that's what it is\n  I am too dope, too fat, organized konfusion is back\n  That's with a \"k\" black, get the fly exact stack\n  The money, start the party cause organzied don't play that!\n\n  It's three strikes, two tokes two times for the mind (repeat 8x)\n"},{"id":10017934,"name":"3‐2‐1","trackName":"3‐2‐1","artistName":"Organized Konfusion","albumName":"Stress (The Extinction Agenda)","duration":204.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"[prince poetry]\nYo check it out, we gonna do it like this for the '93 flava\nKnow what I'm saying? letting you know this is organized\nWe got the crew in the house,\nAnd we definitely representin for the masses\nSo my man pharoahe monch gon' step to mic\nLet you know what time it is\nWe gon-na do it like this, check it out\n\n[pharoahe monch]\nHelp me out, to my peeps in queens, clap your hands\nTo my peeps in brooklyn, clab your hands\nTo my people in the bronx, clap your hands\nTo my peeps uptown, clap your hands\nIt's three strikes, two tokes, one time for the mind\nThree strikes, two tokes, one time for your mind\nThree strikes, two tokes, and one time for the mind\nThree stickes, two tokes, and one time...\n\nSurprisssssse! huh, open your eyes up, when I rise, huh\nPharoahe monch I got skills for the wise!\nDumb, deaf, and blind you know it's time to organize\nI'm flippin and rippin a style for the boys who wanna get wild\nFor the old and young, the golden child\nI be the man with the gift of gab like santa\nCatchin - stacks of beats, from here to atlanta\nRuah! what you say little weasel?\nCan't block the foul if the style's cock diesel\nI feel like busting loose\nWith the style that I produce to get juice from a troops\nBlack kojack, better than beretta\nAny veteran knows the medicine man is better\nNever sweat a girl that's inside of a jetta\nI just let her pass by with a wink to the eye\nIt's the m-o-n-c-h, i, g-a-i\nThe greatest rapper you ever heard please won't you relate my\nMessage to my critics, get it when you rewind\nIt's three strikes, two tokes, one time for the mind\n\nIt's three strikes, two tokes two times for the mind (repeat 8x)\n\n[prince poetry]\nCheck who gets wreck, it's me, prince po\nOld school flowing, rolling thick with the o\nR-g-a-n-i-z-e-d, peace to the pioneers that made a way for me\nTo mc, and tear the roof off the mother, brother\nSo back on the underground because we love you smother\nWack mc's, like gravy on chicken\nHope some of the homeless say that our jams is kickin\nStickin flavor, in your grill piece\nPickin fat loops for troops to bop to, when time is ticking\nWinding up, here comes the pitch\nPrince po throws strictly fast flows with no specific type of niche\nBut sometimes you gotta slow down the flow\nBlow up the spot and let the whole world know\nHere comes the prince po with another funky intro\nSomething to parlay with and ease the mental\nOur instrumentals are too much for the average fan\nSo I bring the jamacian funk (uh!) that's what it is\nI am too dope, too fat, organized konfusion is back\nThat's with a \"k\" black, get the fly exact stack\nThe money, start the party cause organzied don't play that!\n\nIt's three strikes, two tokes two times for the mind (repeat 8x)","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: 3‐2‐1\n  artist: Organized Konfusion\n  album: Stress (The Extinction Agenda)\n  duration_ms: 204000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  [prince poetry]\n  Yo check it out, we gonna do it like this for the '93 flava\n  Know what I'm saying? letting you know this is organized\n  We got the crew in the house,\n  And we definitely representin for the masses\n  So my man pharoahe monch gon' step to mic\n  Let you know what time it is\n  We gon-na do it like this, check it out\n\n  [pharoahe monch]\n  Help me out, to my peeps in queens, clap your hands\n  To my peeps in brooklyn, clab your hands\n  To my people in the bronx, clap your hands\n  To my peeps uptown, clap your hands\n  It's three strikes, two tokes, one time for the mind\n  Three strikes, two tokes, one time for your mind\n  Three strikes, two tokes, and one time for the mind\n  Three stickes, two tokes, and one time...\n\n  Surprisssssse! huh, open your eyes up, when I rise, huh\n  Pharoahe monch I got skills for the wise!\n  Dumb, deaf, and blind you know it's time to organize\n  I'm flippin and rippin a style for the boys who wanna get wild\n  For the old and young, the golden child\n  I be the man with the gift of gab like santa\n  Catchin - stacks of beats, from here to atlanta\n  Ruah! what you say little weasel?\n  Can't block the foul if the style's cock diesel\n  I feel like busting loose\n  With the style that I produce to get juice from a troops\n  Black kojack, better than beretta\n  Any veteran knows the medicine man is better\n  Never sweat a girl that's inside of a jetta\n  I just let her pass by with a wink to the eye\n  It's the m-o-n-c-h, i, g-a-i\n  The greatest rapper you ever heard please won't you relate my\n  Message to my critics, get it when you rewind\n  It's three strikes, two tokes, one time for the mind\n\n  It's three strikes, two tokes two times for the mind (repeat 8x)\n\n  [prince poetry]\n  Check who gets wreck, it's me, prince po\n  Old school flowing, rolling thick with the o\n  R-g-a-n-i-z-e-d, peace to the pioneers that made a way for me\n  To mc, and tear the roof off the mother, brother\n  So back on the underground because we love you smother\n  Wack mc's, like gravy on chicken\n  Hope some of the homeless say that our jams is kickin\n  Stickin flavor, in your grill piece\n  Pickin fat loops for troops to bop to, when time is ticking\n  Winding up, here comes the pitch\n  Prince po throws strictly fast flows with no specific type of niche\n  But sometimes you gotta slow down the flow\n  Blow up the spot and let the whole world know\n  Here comes the prince po with another funky intro\n  Something to parlay with and ease the mental\n  Our instrumentals are too much for the average fan\n  So I bring the jamacian funk (uh!) that's what it is\n  I am too dope, too fat, organized konfusion is back\n  That's with a \"k\" black, get the fly exact stack\n  The money, start the party cause organzied don't play that!\n\n  It's three strikes, two tokes two times for the mind (repeat 8x)\n"},{"id":29176070,"name":"3‐2‐1","trackName":"3‐2‐1","artistName":"Organized Konfusion","albumName":"Stress : The Extinction Agenda (30th Anniversary Deluxe Edition)","duration":204.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"[prince poetry]\nYo check it out, we gonna do it like this for the '93 flava\nKnow what I'm saying? letting you know this is organized\nWe got the crew in the house,\nAnd we definitely representin for the masses\nSo my man pharoahe monch gon' step to mic\nLet you know what time it is\nWe gon-na do it like this, check it out\n\n[pharoahe monch]\nHelp me out, to my peeps in queens, clap your hands\nTo my peeps in brooklyn, clab your hands\nTo my people in the bronx, clap your hands\nTo my peeps uptown, clap your hands\nIt's three strikes, two tokes, one time for the mind\nThree strikes, two tokes, one time for your mind\nThree strikes, two tokes, and one time for the mind\nThree stickes, two tokes, and one time...\n\nSurprisssssse! huh, open your eyes up, when I rise, huh\nPharoahe monch I got skills for the wise!\nDumb, deaf, and blind you know it's time to organize\nI'm flippin and rippin a style for the boys who wanna get wild\nFor the old and young, the golden child\nI be the man with the gift of gab like santa\nCatchin - stacks of beats, from here to atlanta\nRuah! what you say little weasel?\nCan't block the foul if the style's cock diesel\nI feel like busting loose\nWith the style that I produce to get juice from a troops\nBlack kojack, better than beretta\nAny veteran knows the medicine man is better\nNever sweat a girl that's inside of a jetta\nI just let her pass by with a wink to the eye\nIt's the m-o-n-c-h, i, g-a-i\nThe greatest rapper you ever heard please won't you relate my\nMessage to my critics, get it when you rewind\nIt's three strikes, two tokes, one time for the mind\n\nIt's three strikes, two tokes two times for the mind (repeat 8x)\n\n[prince poetry]\nCheck who gets wreck, it's me, prince po\nOld school flowing, rolling thick with the o\nR-g-a-n-i-z-e-d, peace to the pioneers that made a way for me\nTo mc, and tear the roof off the mother, brother\nSo back on the underground because we love you smother\nWack mc's, like gravy on chicken\nHope some of the homeless say that our jams is kickin\nStickin flavor, in your grill piece\nPickin fat loops for troops to bop to, when time is ticking\nWinding up, here comes the pitch\nPrince po throws strictly fast flows with no specific type of niche\nBut sometimes you gotta slow down the flow\nBlow up the spot and let the whole world know\nHere comes the prince po with another funky intro\nSomething to parlay with and ease the mental\nOur instrumentals are too much for the average fan\nSo I bring the jamacian funk (uh!) that's what it is\nI am too dope, too fat, organized konfusion is back\nThat's with a \"k\" black, get the fly exact stack\nThe money, start the party cause organzied don't play that!\n\nIt's three strikes, two tokes two times for the mind (repeat 8x)","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: 3‐2‐1\n  artist: Organized Konfusion\n  album: 'Stress : The Extinction Agenda (30th Anniversary Deluxe Edition)'\n  duration_ms: 204000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  [prince poetry]\n  Yo check it out, we gonna do it like this for the '93 flava\n  Know what I'm saying? letting you know this is organized\n  We got the crew in the house,\n  And we definitely representin for the masses\n  So my man pharoahe monch gon' step to mic\n  Let you know what time it is\n  We gon-na do it like this, check it out\n\n  [pharoahe monch]\n  Help me out, to my peeps in queens, clap your hands\n  To my peeps in brooklyn, clab your hands\n  To my people in the bronx, clap your hands\n  To my peeps uptown, clap your hands\n  It's three strikes, two tokes, one time for the mind\n  Three strikes, two tokes, one time for your mind\n  Three strikes, two tokes, and one time for the mind\n  Three stickes, two tokes, and one time...\n\n  Surprisssssse! huh, open your eyes up, when I rise, huh\n  Pharoahe monch I got skills for the wise!\n  Dumb, deaf, and blind you know it's time to organize\n  I'm flippin and rippin a style for the boys who wanna get wild\n  For the old and young, the golden child\n  I be the man with the gift of gab like santa\n  Catchin - stacks of beats, from here to atlanta\n  Ruah! what you say little weasel?\n  Can't block the foul if the style's cock diesel\n  I feel like busting loose\n  With the style that I produce to get juice from a troops\n  Black kojack, better than beretta\n  Any veteran knows the medicine man is better\n  Never sweat a girl that's inside of a jetta\n  I just let her pass by with a wink to the eye\n  It's the m-o-n-c-h, i, g-a-i\n  The greatest rapper you ever heard please won't you relate my\n  Message to my critics, get it when you rewind\n  It's three strikes, two tokes, one time for the mind\n\n  It's three strikes, two tokes two times for the mind (repeat 8x)\n\n  [prince poetry]\n  Check who gets wreck, it's me, prince po\n  Old school flowing, rolling thick with the o\n  R-g-a-n-i-z-e-d, peace to the pioneers that made a way for me\n  To mc, and tear the roof off the mother, brother\n  So back on the underground because we love you smother\n  Wack mc's, like gravy on chicken\n  Hope some of the homeless say that our jams is kickin\n  Stickin flavor, in your grill piece\n  Pickin fat loops for troops to bop to, when time is ticking\n  Winding up, here comes the pitch\n  Prince po throws strictly fast flows with no specific type of niche\n  But sometimes you gotta slow down the flow\n  Blow up the spot and let the whole world know\n  Here comes the prince po with another funky intro\n  Something to parlay with and ease the mental\n  Our instrumentals are too much for the average fan\n  So I bring the jamacian funk (uh!) that's what it is\n  I am too dope, too fat, organized konfusion is back\n  That's with a \"k\" black, get the fly exact stack\n  The money, start the party cause organzied don't play that!\n\n  It's three strikes, two tokes two times for the mind (repeat 8x)\n"},{"id":28863278,"name":"3-2-1","trackName":"3-2-1","artistName":"Organized Konfusion","albumName":"Stress: The Extinction Agenda","duration":200.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"[Prince poetry]\nYo check it out, we gonna do it like this for the '93 flava\nKnow what I'm saying? letting you know this is organized\nWe got the crew in the house,\nAnd we definitely representin for the masses\nSo my man pharoahe monch gon' step to mic\nLet you know what time it is\nWe gon-na do it like this, check it out\n\n[Pharoahe monch]\nHelp me out, to my peeps in queens, clap your hands\nTo my peeps in brooklyn, clab your hands\nTo my people in the bronx, clap your hands\nTo my peeps uptown, clap your hands\nIt's three strikes, two tokes, one time for the mind\nThree strikes, two tokes, one time for your mind\nThree strikes, two tokes, and one time for the mind\nThree stickes, two tokes, and one time...\n\nSurprisssssse! huh, open your eyes up, when I rise, huh\nPharoahe monch I got skills for the wise!\nDumb, deaf, and blind you know it's time to organize\nI'm flippin and rippin a style for the boys who wanna get wild\nFor the old and young, the golden child\nI be the man with the gift of gab like santa\nCatchin - stacks of beats, from here to atlanta\nRuah! what you say little weasel?\nCan't block the foul if the style's cock diesel\nI feel like busting loose\nWith the style that I produce to get juice from a troops\nBlack kojack, better than beretta\nAny veteran knows the medicine man is better\nNever sweat a girl that's inside of a jetta\nI just let her pass by with a wink to the eye\nIt's the m-o-n-c-h, i, g-a-i\nThe greatest rapper you ever heard please won't you relate my\nMessage to my critics, get it when you rewind\nIt's three strikes, two tokes, one time for the mind\n\nIt's three strikes, two tokes two times for the mind (repeat 8x)\n\n[Prince poetry]\nCheck who gets wreck, it's me, prince po\nOld school flowing, rolling thick with the o\nR-g-a-n-i-z-e-d, peace to the pioneers that made a way for me\nTo mc, and tear the roof off the mother, brother\nSo back on the underground because we love you smother\nWack mc's, like gravy on chicken\nHope some of the homeless say that our jams is kickin\nStickin flavor, in your grill piece\nPickin fat loops for troops to bop to, when time is ticking\nWinding up, here comes the pitch\nPrince po throws strictly fast flows with no specific type of niche\nBut sometimes you gotta slow down the flow\nBlow up the spot and let the whole world know\nHere comes the prince po with another funky intro\nSomething to parlay with and ease the mental\nOur instrumentals are too much for the average fan\nSo I bring the jamacian funk (uh!) that's what it is\nI am too dope, too fat, organized konfusion is back\nThat's with a \"k\" black, get the fly exact stack\nThe money, start the party cause organzied don't play that!\n\nIt's three strikes, two tokes two times for the mind (repeat 8x)","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: 3-2-1\n  artist: Organized Konfusion\n  album: 'Stress: The Extinction Agenda'\n  duration_ms: 200000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  [Prince poetry]\n  Yo check it out, we gonna do it like this for the '93 flava\n  Know what I'm saying? letting you know this is organized\n  We got the crew in the house,\n  And we definitely representin for the masses\n  So my man pharoahe monch gon' step to mic\n  Let you know what time it is\n  We gon-na do it like this, check it out\n\n  [Pharoahe monch]\n  Help me out, to my peeps in queens, clap your hands\n  To my peeps in brooklyn, clab your hands\n  To my people in the bronx, clap your hands\n  To my peeps uptown, clap your hands\n  It's three strikes, two tokes, one time for the mind\n  Three strikes, two tokes, one time for your mind\n  Three strikes, two tokes, and one time for the mind\n  Three stickes, two tokes, and one time...\n\n  Surprisssssse! huh, open your eyes up, when I rise, huh\n  Pharoahe monch I got skills for the wise!\n  Dumb, deaf, and blind you know it's time to organize\n  I'm flippin and rippin a style for the boys who wanna get wild\n  For the old and young, the golden child\n  I be the man with the gift of gab like santa\n  Catchin - stacks of beats, from here to atlanta\n  Ruah! what you say little weasel?\n  Can't block the foul if the style's cock diesel\n  I feel like busting loose\n  With the style that I produce to get juice from a troops\n  Black kojack, better than beretta\n  Any veteran knows the medicine man is better\n  Never sweat a girl that's inside of a jetta\n  I just let her pass by with a wink to the eye\n  It's the m-o-n-c-h, i, g-a-i\n  The greatest rapper you ever heard please won't you relate my\n  Message to my critics, get it when you rewind\n  It's three strikes, two tokes, one time for the mind\n\n  It's three strikes, two tokes two times for the mind (repeat 8x)\n\n  [Prince poetry]\n  Check who gets wreck, it's me, prince po\n  Old school flowing, rolling thick with the o\n  R-g-a-n-i-z-e-d, peace to the pioneers that made a way for me\n  To mc, and tear the roof off the mother, brother\n  So back on the underground because we love you smother\n  Wack mc's, like gravy on chicken\n  Hope some of the homeless say that our jams is kickin\n  Stickin flavor, in your grill piece\n  Pickin fat loops for troops to bop to, when time is ticking\n  Winding up, here comes the pitch\n  Prince po throws strictly fast flows with no specific type of niche\n  But sometimes you gotta slow down the flow\n  Blow up the spot and let the whole world know\n  Here comes the prince po with another funky intro\n  Something to parlay with and ease the mental\n  Our instrumentals are too much for the average fan\n  So I bring the jamacian funk (uh!) that's what it is\n  I am too dope, too fat, organized konfusion is back\n  That's with a \"k\" black, get the fly exact stack\n  The money, start the party cause organzied don't play that!\n\n  It's three strikes, two tokes two times for the mind (repeat 8x)\n"},{"id":25456525,"name":"3‐2‐1","trackName":"3‐2‐1","artistName":"Organized Konfusion","albumName":"Stress: The Extinction Agenda (deluxe redux)","duration":221.666667,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"[prince poetry]\nYo check it out, we gonna do it like this for the '93 flava\nKnow what I'm saying? letting you know this is organized\nWe got the crew in the house,\nAnd we definitely representin for the masses\nSo my man pharoahe monch gon' step to mic\nLet you know what time it is\nWe gon-na do it like this, check it out\n\n[pharoahe monch]\nHelp me out, to my peeps in queens, clap your hands\nTo my peeps in brooklyn, clab your hands\nTo my people in the bronx, clap your hands\nTo my peeps uptown, clap your hands\nIt's three strikes, two tokes, one time for the mind\nThree strikes, two tokes, one time for your mind\nThree strikes, two tokes, and one time for the mind\nThree stickes, two tokes, and one time...\n\nSurprisssssse! huh, open your eyes up, when I rise, huh\nPharoahe monch I got skills for the wise!\nDumb, deaf, and blind you know it's time to organize\nI'm flippin and rippin a style for the boys who wanna get wild\nFor the old and young, the golden child\nI be the man with the gift of gab like santa\nCatchin - stacks of beats, from here to atlanta\nRuah! what you say little weasel?\nCan't block the foul if the style's cock diesel\nI feel like busting loose\nWith the style that I produce to get juice from a troops\nBlack kojack, better than beretta\nAny veteran knows the medicine man is better\nNever sweat a girl that's inside of a jetta\nI just let her pass by with a wink to the eye\nIt's the m-o-n-c-h, i, g-a-i\nThe greatest rapper you ever heard please won't you relate my\nMessage to my critics, get it when you rewind\nIt's three strikes, two tokes, one time for the mind\n\nIt's three strikes, two tokes two times for the mind (repeat 8x)\n\n[prince poetry]\nCheck who gets wreck, it's me, prince po\nOld school flowing, rolling thick with the o\nR-g-a-n-i-z-e-d, peace to the pioneers that made a way for me\nTo mc, and tear the roof off the mother, brother\nSo back on the underground because we love you smother\nWack mc's, like gravy on chicken\nHope some of the homeless say that our jams is kickin\nStickin flavor, in your grill piece\nPickin fat loops for troops to bop to, when time is ticking\nWinding up, here comes the pitch\nPrince po throws strictly fast flows with no specific type of niche\nBut sometimes you gotta slow down the flow\nBlow up the spot and let the whole world know\nHere comes the prince po with another funky intro\nSomething to parlay with and ease the mental\nOur instrumentals are too much for the average fan\nSo I bring the jamacian funk (uh!) that's what it is\nI am too dope, too fat, organized konfusion is back\nThat's with a \"k\" black, get the fly exact stack\nThe money, start the party cause organzied don't play that!\n\nIt's three strikes, two tokes two times for the mind (repeat 8x)","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: 3‐2‐1\n  artist: Organized Konfusion\n  album: 'Stress: The Extinction Agenda (deluxe redux)'\n  duration_ms: 221667\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  [prince poetry]\n  Yo check it out, we gonna do it like this for the '93 flava\n  Know what I'm saying? letting you know this is organized\n  We got the crew in the house,\n  And we definitely representin for the masses\n  So my man pharoahe monch gon' step to mic\n  Let you know what time it is\n  We gon-na do it like this, check it out\n\n  [pharoahe monch]\n  Help me out, to my peeps in queens, clap your hands\n  To my peeps in brooklyn, clab your hands\n  To my people in the bronx, clap your hands\n  To my peeps uptown, clap your hands\n  It's three strikes, two tokes, one time for the mind\n  Three strikes, two tokes, one time for your mind\n  Three strikes, two tokes, and one time for the mind\n  Three stickes, two tokes, and one time...\n\n  Surprisssssse! huh, open your eyes up, when I rise, huh\n  Pharoahe monch I got skills for the wise!\n  Dumb, deaf, and blind you know it's time to organize\n  I'm flippin and rippin a style for the boys who wanna get wild\n  For the old and young, the golden child\n  I be the man with the gift of gab like santa\n  Catchin - stacks of beats, from here to atlanta\n  Ruah! what you say little weasel?\n  Can't block the foul if the style's cock diesel\n  I feel like busting loose\n  With the style that I produce to get juice from a troops\n  Black kojack, better than beretta\n  Any veteran knows the medicine man is better\n  Never sweat a girl that's inside of a jetta\n  I just let her pass by with a wink to the eye\n  It's the m-o-n-c-h, i, g-a-i\n  The greatest rapper you ever heard please won't you relate my\n  Message to my critics, get it when you rewind\n  It's three strikes, two tokes, one time for the mind\n\n  It's three strikes, two tokes two times for the mind (repeat 8x)\n\n  [prince poetry]\n  Check who gets wreck, it's me, prince po\n  Old school flowing, rolling thick with the o\n  R-g-a-n-i-z-e-d, peace to the pioneers that made a way for me\n  To mc, and tear the roof off the mother, brother\n  So back on the underground because we love you smother\n  Wack mc's, like gravy on chicken\n  Hope some of the homeless say that our jams is kickin\n  Stickin flavor, in your grill piece\n  Pickin fat loops for troops to bop to, when time is ticking\n  Winding up, here comes the pitch\n  Prince po throws strictly fast flows with no specific type of niche\n  But sometimes you gotta slow down the flow\n  Blow up the spot and let the whole world know\n  Here comes the prince po with another funky intro\n  Something to parlay with and ease the mental\n  Our instrumentals are too much for the average fan\n  So I bring the jamacian funk (uh!) that's what it is\n  I am too dope, too fat, organized konfusion is back\n  That's with a \"k\" black, get the fly exact stack\n  The money, start the party cause organzied don't play that!\n\n  It's three strikes, two tokes two times for the mind (repeat 8x)\n"}]