Intro

[Verse 1: Prince Poetry & Pharoahe Monch] Lemon to a lime, lime to a lemon Confusin' the menta-bolism in men and women With lyrical recitals that I'm givin' Some consider me an intellectual hip-hop transmitter Lime to a lemon, a lemon to a lime I flow to many rhythms, to many rhythms I rhyme Off of the tempo, simplistic But consequently distorts the instrumentality Causin' an illusion Organized, but at the same time, confusing [Verse 2: Prince Poetry & Pharoahe Monch] Wack emcees, your time is up Your rhymin' sucks (Sucks) On my stack you're climbin' up, but not to par Prince Poetry possesses the correct literature Showin' you who the best is Behold, the Prince rose to the special occasion Servin' a bowl of bran with the extra raisin Organized Konfusion blastin' you with a missile Designed for a riffer Rippin' up mics for crowds just like any- Body who rocks parties 'cause we carry Good & Plenty Many, many, many, many, many moons ago When I reminisce I used to flow to slow Beats, keepin' the pace straight Capital M, capital O, capital N, capital C, capital H Relates to a terrific So never anticipate on a specific style When I stiplificate my hieroglyphic file, wait I'm the prolific child These are (Style simplistic) when we rhyme Like a lime to a lemon and a lemon to a lime