Fudge Pudge Organized Konfusion (Ft. O.C.)

[Intro: Pharoahe Monch]
Yeah, yeah
Yo, I think, I think Prince should go first on this one
You think so? Yeah I think so
I think so too, get it live

[Verse 1: Prince Po]
Here we go again with the funky intro
People approach me knowin' I'm the Prince Po-
E-T-R-Y, yes, and I'm the first batter
The Pharoahe usually go first, but it don't matter (Nah, 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 up emcees like Clorox
Skills I have, good and plenty
If you want dope lyrics plus ill gimmicks gimme
Beats equivalent to this, something that I can
Float (Float), float (Float), float on
It's gettin' breezy to kiddies who keep their coat on
When I will 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)
Ooh, and I like it
'Cause I'm Poetry the psychic
Intellectual lovable brother— nah, nah I don't like that
Yo, scratch that, yo (You can do better than that), 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 Tong
But I'm not a pretty oriental specimen from
Hong Kong Phooey, number one super guy
I love the women, but I don't try to see 'em
I'd rather make the money bein' on the cover of EM
Get emcees mad, make them flare up nostrils
I'm Poetry the rap fanatic, I get hostile