3-O-Clock (Explicit)

3 O Clock

Feat Organized Konfusion

Pharoahe Monch & Prince Po

Marco Polo

Feat organized konfusion

Three o' clock in the morning

Dirty time to be in

Port Authority Terminal

Alone in New York City

You are in need of deliverance from discriminative images

And unusual amounts of musical carcinogens

Here's an adrenaline boost with 'Cillin and booth cinnamon

Stop vegetatin' vaginal canals

No venison

That is V for victory averbally indicative of why I haven't been inundated

S**t I demonstrated before that I see the beat as a clitoris

And my tongue as the stimulation that's vibrating from slow to vigorous

It moves with the finesse and the smoov ness

Even inside the grooves of a record

Check it check it again

And check the metaphors make sure they're makin' sense and then

TwitPic it like courtside Knicks tickets

Gifted with algorithms terrific with quantum physics

Merciless with the words your verses are quite horrific

And poor morally I never support 'em

Caught 'em in the Port Authority off guard and fought 'em orally

Renegade 13 who want W A R

At three o' clock in the mornin'

My spawn escaping the grips of Satan my supremacy is Bourne

My identity is Jason

Which you are now currently hearing I recite it in verbatim

No ultimatum played 'em laid 'em out on the curb

Made 'em wait before I slayed 'em when I served 'em with the verbs at

Clever and pretty young girl caught up in the zone

Trapped in the jaws of poverty d**g abuse in the home

Three BFFs already pregnant her every move is alone

Seventeen and battered with thoughts of getting to put two in the dome

Stressed and ready to just end it suspended in disgrace

Hate to descend her her faith heavily contended

Bend it over backwards rend it lower it to even to extend it fam

Like a ninja on a binge for vengeance man

Grabbed the stash and cash and ran away

Thought she had to mash professin' out of the gate

Two and a half days later she'll be in the land of hate

The big city is full of dreams but you gon' learn today

Jumped on the bus cap low yo she blended quickly

Ended by a vacation a parking lot attendant

Waving a Mets pendant soul crying lying like a remnant

So tiring so inspiring it feels to be implemented

No guidance but her science refused to stay down

But wait

Everybody knows you don't go play how it's time to shake

The service is the verse but first with time to break

Bust violently it's pulling in the gate

Strolling through the terminal dude saw the pomade

Got up in the air painted a picture looking great

Not she's out there on the stroll lost p***y on a plate

With demented sickness substituting cookies for the cake