Verse One: Prince Poetry



Here we go again with the funky intro

People approach me knowin I'm the Prince Po

e-t, r-y, and I'm the first batter

The Pharoah usually go first, but it don't matter

Funky slices of beats like this

Comes once in a blue, but it's not hard for me to chew

So kick off your shoes and don't forget your socks

I wash and wash them emcess like Clorox

Skills I have, good and plenty

If you want dope lyrics but still gimmicks gimme

Beats, equivalent to just something that I can

Flow [flow] flow [flow] FLOAT ONnnnnn

It's gettin heavy so heavy and keep ya coat on

When I, proceed to, light the party

In the summer, somethin like a Mardi, Gras

Bikinis, panties, bras

Juicin em and I'm suckin the girls up like straws

OOPS upside ya dome

I don't answer the phone when I'm home not alone

on the bone

Leave your name and your number and a brief message at the end of the tone

BOOP!

Oooooh, and I like it

Cause I'm Poetry the psychic

Intellectual level would rather

nah, nah I don't like that

{talking} one more time

Rollin lyrics, off the tip of my tongue [swing]

I swing [swing], I swang [swang], I swung [swung]

Bringin you the news like Kaity Chung

But I'm not a pretty oriental specimen from

'Hong Kong Fooey, numba one supa guy'

I love the women but I don't try to see em

I'd rather make the money bein on the cover of E.M.

Get MCs mad make em flare up nostrils

I'm Poetry the rap fanatic I get hostile



Verse Two: Pharoah Monch



Pressure presssure pressure pressure pressure pressure cooker

I leave the party when I mass a lot of hookers

Slip and slide, I slid the sludge

[fudge] fudge [pudge] pudge, bu