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 [bad word] 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 ONnnnnn
It's gettin breezy so kiddies'll 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 - BOOOP!
Oooooh, and I like it; cause I'm Poetry the psychic
Intellectual lovable brother ... nah, nah I don't like that
.. yo scratch that (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 Connie 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 EM
Get emcees mad make them flare up nostrils
I'm Poetry the rap fanatic I get hostile!

Yeah.. (hostile hostile hostile).. can I can I get a beat?
Yo, Pharoahe's up next yo, yo Monch..
Kick it Monch

[Verse 2: Pharoahe Monch]
Pressure presssure pressure pressure pressure pressure cooker
I leave the party with a mass amount of hookers
Slip and slide, I sling the sludge
[Fudge] fudge [pudge] pudge, will never hold a [bad word] Up against the wall, I caught you with the [bad word] [The organisms are the jury] guess who's the judge?
(You!) I hit the hook HEAVY
Ready no chitter-chatter I figure since I'm bigger why pitter-patter
Prouncin on particular poets who persist to portray professional punks
You're just a [bad word] [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," friend
No I don't have a Benz and no I don't have an Infiniti
I figure the eight inches of MEAT, will be the remedy
When I pull up to your bumper
Cause I'll be down to thump a girl like Heather Hunter
I tell you now you'll never hate it (hate it)
The triple X when [bad word] to  is what I'm rated
I tell you now that I can give good love
Yes I'm the one you should love (tell us about it)
So don't try to diss Fudge Pudge
Cause it's al-right, with, me
Kick slick rhymes out of the mouth
Tricky in a joust, plus I'm down with Mickey Mouse
C'mon everyone, lets flow to the rhythm of my tongue
To the rhythm of the [bad word] Emcees wanna battle but they can't get with the
Capital M-O-N-C-on the mic I get swifter
Than the rest of them maybe even the best
Scorin one-on-one in a poetical test
So O.C. (C.) if you know who you are
Get on the mic [bad word] a superstar

[Verse 3: O.C.]
The form I signify is cultivated why spread it
Many many lyrics memorized embedded
In my think tank sharp as a shank knife
I strike the mic just as quick as a snake bite
Suck out the poison, yeah go 'head, try it
Skills of an assassin, watch as I'll fly
Thorough, doesn't matter the borough I'm swingin
Clear to the end keep the party people clingin
Treatin emcees like government cheese
Shred 'em like cheddar cut 'em up cause P's
Laid out on the bed while we