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