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 s*ck (s*ck), 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)