Intro

* ironically this is the second to last song on the album

[Prince Poetry]

Lemon to a lime lime to a lemon

Confusin the men tabolism in men and women with

lyrical re citals that I'm givin some consider

me an intellectual hip hop transmitter

[Pharoahe Monch]

Lime to a lemon a lemon to a lime

I flow to many.. rhythms to many rhythms

I rhyme off of the tempo sim pl istic

But consequently distorts the instru-mentality

causin an illusion

Organized, but at the same time, Konfusing

[Prince Poetry]

Wack emceeeeeeeeeeeees, your time is up!

Your rhymin suck (suck), on my stack

Your climbin up but not to par, Prince, Poetry posesses

the correct, literature showin you who the best is

Be-hold 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 ripper, rippin up mics

for crowds just like any-body

who rocks parties cause we carry Good-N-Plenty

[Pharoahe Monch]

Mmamamm-many mma-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..

cap-i-tal H, relates to a terrific

So never anticipate, on a specific style

when I ?stiplicate?, my hieroglyphic file, wait

I'm the prolific child (these.. are..)

Styles are (simplistic) we (rhymes)

Like a lime (to a lemon) and a lemon (to a lime)