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, but I never hold a grudge
Up against the wall, I caught you with the drugs
[The organism''s on the jury] guess who''s the judge
I hit the hook HEAVY
Ready no chitter-chatter I figure since I''m bigger why pitter-patter
Props in no particular poetry persists to pertriculate ?
You''re just a pussy [MEOW]
Cat when I''m deckin you
Disrespectin you
Clever whenever I select a new dialogue
One plus one get it together
Girls don''t despair cause I''ll be your ''Fair Weather Friend''
No I don''t have a Benz and no I don''t have an Infiniti
I figure the eight inches of ME, will be the remedy
Cause when I pull up to the bumper
Cause I''ll be down to thump a girl like Heather Hunter
I tell you now you never hated
The triple X when it comes to sex is what I''m rated
I tell you know that I can give good love
Yes I''m the one you should love
So don''t try to diss fudge pudge
''Cause it''s al-right, with, me''
Kick slick rhymes out of a mouth
Tricky in a joust, plus I''m down with Mickey Mouse
C''mon everyone, lets flow to the rhy