Capital P to the R to the I to the N to the C to the E   To the P to the O to the E, try harder, don't bother   Prince Poetry, the man not a myth   I'm not the type that you can walk up and eff with      Don't sleep, just peep the whole damn concept   I'm out to wreck, sucker MC's   Steppin' to me with garbage   I'm Goldilocks and I'm taxin' your porridge   (Yeah)      Ooh, cold but yummy   I slept in your bed and your girl sucks funny   I'm out to bash, beats and drop snares   Crush tables and smash up chairs, yeah      So consider me on a rampage   I spread out and hit ya like a sawed off twelve gauge   So back up, don't play me close   Most boast to be the best, but you can't and will never      Ever in your life, come close to a mic   Assassinator, I'm playin' you out like beta   I'm watchin' you front   Flaunt your puss-head, lookin' just like bark      This is just a verbal whippin'   For all you who don't fall, but you keep slippin'   Shootin' the gift for the guh-guh-gab   I'm gonna dunk on your neck just like Kareem      Abdul, yo, and ain't cool   So don't let me act like a fool   'Cause I'm takin' off from the tip-top of the key   With the rock passed by the Pharoahe M O N C H      The chosen lyrical soldier who backs me up   When punks verbally and physically try to get over   With no skills, no competition   Havin' you reminiscin' about a brother      Who don't give a damn about dissin'   Black and white, clever like a superstition   'Cause concepts flow with the use of a pen   A sheet and when brain cells meet      Brain-bustin' MC's try to get hype but   Smell like doo-doo 'cause they can't even wipe butt   Stuck-up and quite conceited   Your one hit song, all year long at shows      Everybody knows it 'cause you're gonna repeat like re-runs   Put your iron away 'cause I got three guns   Now that we've got things up and out in the open   And clear, yo, grab a chair      'Cause I swing with a style that's rather ill   The illiterate can't consider it legitimate   So I kick simplistic rhymes for the plain   For the peanuts, I commence to go insane      Shredder of a competitor, makin' it better   For rap listeners 'cause I'm headed for   The top of the hill where Jack can't chill   Just me and Jill 'cause Jack has no skills      Now tell me why everybody wants to be a Prince   No skills, no sense, nonsense   I'm steppin' up front and to be quite blunt a radical   Creator of a poetical hypnotical mathematical      Slang slurs punch that stuns and amazes   Prince Poetry shoots powerful phrases   Interrupting your braincells, dilutin' your thoughts   Causin' side effects, fully disintegratin' body parts      'Cause I stalk when I pray upon in the form of the flesh   Now weaken when Prince Poetry commence speakin'   Side by side, I rock with the Pharoahe   Watch you decomposin' MC's and look there's only a shadow      Too late 'cause I'm gone, I explode   And I drop a hip-hop again, atomic atom bomb   Releasin' lyrics that you better not be usin'   Organizin' beats that you find Konfusin'      Yeah, here we go, aiyyo, umm, Prince   (Yo)   Brothers try to swing on me   Nut, I don't think they can hit it   (Nah)   These styles, MC's they just can't get it   (These, why?)      The way I articulate my flows   (My flows)   Sometimes I think I know some shit   Some MC's just don't know   The quicker, I'm kickin' the style      Slippin' and stickin' the words hit quicker   Better figure, the verbs are thick in you   While the poetical fanatical rap acrobatical style   Static, never had any, so I'm packin' a black      Automatic pistol itchy by the C.I.A.   By the way my display of rhymes that I will lay   Down on wax distributed from a zodiac   Digitally with a funky appeal      From the reel to reel, it doesn't matter   I still got the skill to get ill   Straight literature when you try to hit 'em with your   Wack style, the critics are sore to crack smiles      So back up black 'cause you lack the skills   When I ask your girl, tax your girl   She said she wanted it from the back so I waxed your girl   So why would you try to swing on a nigga      With a itchy, trigger finger better bring a bigger auto hit   Swing a nigga if you wanna get rid of me   (Damn)   Your first mistake was to consider me a new jack black   When I already knew that      So get back, step back, move back, out of my way   When I roll offbeat again   (Offbeat)   Again, and again, and again, and again, and again   Blending the style, mending it like this      So that you can check it out when I flow awkwardly   Awkwardly I flow, yo, let's go, most don't recollect me as T R O Y   'Cause I'ma get fly with a microphone, dope with a microphone   You can't cope with a microphone      'Cause I'ma be illin', buckin' off into your grill   And fillin' your face with knuckles and watchin' the blood spill   In down the sewer, always knew I could do a brother   With a crew of good MC's or maybe even a few are stale MC's      I scatter data that'll catapault a metaphor   The epitcle epilogue editor   Trendsetter, letters are formin' together   In the jaw side of my mouth, I'm alphabetic      Call me a librarian, rhymes are scary when I mix verbs and phrases   And put the vocabulary in places   Where only the M O N C H can do it   So don't ever despise      Red is the color when you look in   To my eyes, you'll see Konfusion   When I'm usin' a style for abusin' MC's are loosin', quick   The O R G A N I Z E D K O N F U S I N G will transmit