Audience Pleasers Organized Konfusion

[Intro]
Yeah, alright
Yeah, alright
Yeah, alright

[Verse 1: Pharoahe Monch & Prince Poetry]
By the grace of God, I give a speech like Malcolm
Expressin', flexin', flaunt the style that's wicked (Uh)
Inflicted, addicted
Now people can't understand the particular way that I've kicked it
Smooth (Mm) is it not? (Yup)
Is it dope? (Yup) Is it hype? (Mhm) Is it hot?
Easy for you to hum along to whenever I'm rappin'
Keepin' your feet tappin', and keepin' your hands comin' together
You may think you're nice but I am alpha beta
Glee and clap on the microphone to kick a rhyme like this one
Artistical formulas label me as a hip lyric professor
Pressin' to be the one a lyrical chauvinist
Study facts, my brother, read all about it
'Cause Prince Poetry and Monch gets on down undoubted

[Chorus]
Somethin' smooth, yes
Prepare for the audience pleasers
United together, through thick and thin forever
Just for the people's pleasure
This is something new for you
We are the simply too positive MCs