* 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)