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