Prisoners Of War - Organized Konfusion

[Pharoahe Monch] 
I stand here before the forces of evil with a style 
The poetically God gifted child 
Bringin forth the story of a lyrical soldier 
Blessed to manifest in the eyes of the beholder 
Words of wisdom never abuse the lines 
they increase  as I release a phrase like a uzi 9 
from the larynx 
Shot in repitition  words never heard before 
but still the rendition of rap will enable me to attack 
from dawn to dusk, for liberation 
Driven I will never give in to interrogation 
The rank, given to me, the Pharoahe 
Cause every bro flows like a crossbow 
Equipped to pierce your soul with a poison-tip arrow 
Any man wearing a blindfold can be misled 
but wise are the ones with the eyes in the backs of the head 
Here's the key to unlock the door: 
Imagine a poet without poetical form 
Rhymes are for sure as an attack 
cause they adapt to combat for the prisoners of war 

[Prince Poetry] 
I drop smash and causin damage equivalent 
to a hy-drogen bomb, raidin villages like 
a poetical soldier in Vietnam, Poetry 
releasin deadly gasses, bodies deteriorating 
as they stalk past the fatal acid 
As a rebel of rap, I stop, load the Luger 
as I manuever with the caution as I verbally counterattack 
Striking like a mad sniper cause I'm the type of 
hyperactive viper to wipe away the enemy with no remedy 
cause I'm the epitome so don't try to get rid of me 
You little itty-bitty twenty-five automatic, you're killin me 
cause I'm a glock 9 that will rock your mind 
Distortin it, shorten your brainwaves 
as the rhyme intertwine with the sign of the times 
Don't sleep cause I creep attackin from the side 
that is blind, therefore I gotta be hard to the core 
And I