Sangtekst: Organized Konfusion. Numbers.

Uhh, turn it up, hah, uhh, yo, check it
Now add it up, uhh, add it up, uhh

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 car jacking Passenger 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 bitch in the blind
Hit, one-five-five for twenty sacks and better
Nothin' but love for this nigga, Mr. 16th Letter
Mr. 16th Letter, Mr. 16th Letter

Yo, nine times out of ten a nigga won't shine
I drop dime on five niggaz 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 plus one, you know makes five, fantastic, romantic, 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

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, 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

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 mass
Furious like the Five with Grandmaster Flash

Yo, Funky Four plus 1, you know makes five
Fantastic, romantic, got live
Furious was cheeriest, the Treacherous Three
We be the Awesome Two most definitely