Organized Konfusion - Numbers lyrics

Uhh, turn it up Hah, uhh, yo, check it Now add it up Uhh, add it up Uhh... [prince poetry] Check it out, we're like Three lp's precise from my five deadly venoms With international plugs like nine organized emblems Get it? twenty thousand leagues, extra deep Runnin with the number thirteen with my 40 below's upon the feet Now adam 12 got me in this 20/20 So i'm double oh seven about my four one one Seventy-four catch my eighty-three degrees of heat We merkin four-twenty eat island three five n2deep Mack 10 under seat for carjacking pa**enger 57's A product 19 who gets the dumpster behind 7 eleven 4-1-0-8-0-9-1-5-9 Same 227 style with one nosy b**h in the blind Hit, one-five-five for twenty sacks and better Nothin but love for this n***a, mr. 16th letter Mr. 16th letter, mr. 16th letter... [pharoahe monch] Yo, nine times out of ten, a n***a won't shine I drop dime on five n***az who all had nines On the corner of my block doin crime, now i'm Walkin around, with the fo'-pound, now lately Lookin over my shoulder with a six hour three-eighty Maybe the baby tec woulda been nicer to bring along Sing along with me if y'all know the song Mines, gimme, not vinnie but i'm naughty In forty projects drinkin 40's till i'm forty ? Truncatin drum loops with pauly On the sp-1200 and 1212 you feel it Mission to create, matrimony and reveal it It's love in the form of life, as you know it You skatin with the eight and i'ma damn sure show it Funky four +1, you know makes five Fantastic, romatic, got live Furious was cheeriest, the treacherous three We be the awesome two most definitely ... makes five ... got live ... three, we be the awesome two [pharoahe monch] Now i can get get, smart smart But i'm not not eighty-six in the mind, mind you I got a girl named ninety-nine, and when i rhyme She rhymes too, she likes to do the sixty-nine And so i climb, up through, to the, top of the pile But see i'm not standing on gomer I hit a homer, and i got jumped by the simpsons Not to mention, pharoahe mon-chi-chi, eighty-nine percent Of the time i'm sure of my rhyme like shake redemption The remaining eleven percent come from seven percent Great god pharoahe of heaven ascent Racin a 5.0, in my 380i On my way back from florida on four-ninety-five We just parlayin with the one one one Check one, now add it up Now add the two *scratch* two two Uhh, monch, add it up Truly with the three three three three Yo, add it up We be the awesome two most definitely [prince poetry] Now just yesterday i couldn't took my last five heartbeats Now i feeling it's for spiritual reasons No more sweet sixteens and dick teasing Too many tech-9's behind trees and five-oh keeps a black brotha bleedin Fillin em up like unleaded phillips 66 Owin me more than 40 acres and these mule kicks Gettin the 48 hours, like eddie murphy Too dark to mix, now triple-six wanna hurt me Still reachin for more than, ten million sales In studio 54, waiting to exhale When in the world 12 disciples, in this life cycle That's trifle, so my impact's a twenty gauge rifle Fifty/fifty eight and thirteen inches of weapon 7-1-8 to 2-1-3 on the 747 Three strikes, two tokes, once again for the ma** Furious like the five with grandmaster flash Yo, funky four +1, you know makes five Fantastic, romatic, got live Furious was cheeriest, the treacherous three We be the awesome two most definitely