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