(Pharoahe Monch) By the grace of God, I give a speech like Malcolm Expressin, flexin, flaunt the style that's wicked (UHH!) Inflicted, addicted -- now people can't understand the particular way that I've kicked it Smooth (mmm) is it not? (Yup!) Is it dope? (Yup!) Is it hype? (Mmm-hmm) 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.. (Prince Poetry) Artistical formulas, label me as a hip lyric professor Pressin to be the one a lyrical chauvanist Study facts my brother, read all about it Cause Prince Poetry and Monch gets on down undoubted!