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 wanna 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 wanna 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
