featuring O.C. Q Tip



[Q Tip]

Yeah check it out we here with the big O

With the big big O and you know

What we want y'all to do is just bounce bounce bounce bounce bounce

c'mon bounce c'mon (c'mon we gotta) bounce

(C'mon hah) Bounce (We do it like this one time uhh sup sup)



Verse One: Prince Poetry Pharoahe Monche



Do you want to hear the boogie bear

jump up and do the freak funk, throw your hands in the air

Compare me, with none

The son, of the king, triple crown, just to get the job done

I surpass fast dash through a mass of traps fliers

and blow up the spot, and Organize on that ass, I'm hot

black, with no sugar straight coffee

You stalk me, because your girl want to hawk me

Jock me clock me watch me mutilate the mic

Rip it apart, shatter your brain when I strike

Add a syringe of raps to cleanse you fall apart

Style damage you amateur cause I'm blowin your file

Honey-dips see me and they yellin Organized

And they know -- Pharoahe Monche's got skills for the wise



Ohhhhhh, huh, shit! Look who walked in the door

RYYYYYUUUU-KICK, TIGER TIGER UPPERCUT

Directly to the gut, when I strut on mics

makes my windpipe erupt

Better back off, I jack off of wack MC's in the vicinity

Nigga please, I make em bounce



Chorus: repeat 8X



[Q-Tip] Let's organize, c'mon (we gotta bounce) we gotta bounce



Verse Two: Prince Poetry, O.C.



I make you stomp back and forth like an army brigade

Diode cuts love kid wherever skills is displayed

Raid your block blow your mind like fans

In the summer or like Redman, ready to rock

Expanding my cleverness on wax, to Japan and back

Ask for Prince and hon I hope ya got

just five seconds for black Prince to flex

It's not all about sex

I like ears smooth skin and sensitive necks

Victoria's Secret couldn't keep you from the Prince Poe

so peep it when I funky technique it

For those who slept, wake up, ya better make space

Taste the bread I break off, as I take it to your face! Whew

Can you keep up like skeleton watch Organized Konfusion troop up

li-li-li-li-live with the style that's fly

Prince Poe I, flow smooth like Silk so Freak Me

Cause I ain't Shai!

So, O.C., let em know how we go

Come again my friend with another funk flow



Look who just came in, O.C.'s gamin

Crew's I set you up, to lynch for a hangin

Bangin, bodies up in a tree like a pinata

Many, claim masculine, but sport garters

Whose the artist, not video, more-so to Luke

It's like square dancing on your toes so bounce



Chorus 1/2



Verse Three: Prince Poetry



Well here's a toke one time for you mind

most just can't cope, dope def, booty nope I woke you up

I poke your brain I poke your main artery

Batter me, with your fattery your flattery will never ever shatter me

Prince Poe, the exec with the intellectual concepts

that elevates you like steps

A&R reps, take steps, bounce your ass through the hoods

Here's the goods, an ounce, enough for you to bounce



Chorus



{Q-Tip shouts out various hip-hop boroughs and people}

Writer : JAMERSON, TROY DONALD/UNKNOWN WRITER
Copyright : Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing