Prince poetry:
Yo, yo, yo, yo pharoahe

Pharoahe monch:
Right, right

Prince poetry:
Brotha why don’t you explain
How hip hop got caught up in this ill rap game

Pharoahe monch:
Yo, I got a question
Who they followin
The niggas with skills
Or them niggas that be hollerin

Prince poetry:
Them niggas that be hollerin
These other two modelin
Niggas with skills
Always and forever keeps a followin

Pharoahe monch:
Swallowin pride
Never we be imperialistic
Who rips shit
Without being materialistic
Statistics show

Prince poetry:
Ask miss she know

Miss:
Just cause the niggas got doe
Don’t mean they got that flow

Prince poetry & pharoahe monch:
Right, just cause the niggas got doe
Don’t mean they got that flow

Prince poetry:
What, nigga you can consider it the bomb
If I spit on it
Get on it
Ride for a little bit
Feel how your inner get
From internet
Intellect
Vibes that I’m sendin it
Now your soul bubblin’ brown sugar so you remember it
Legitimate
Imminent
Crash course for illiterate
From ? ? ? ? to heavenly

Now some pop some shit
But labels get the big shit from sales

45 projects
Keepin it naughty like treach