Yo it's like wackness is a disease plaguing all these MC's.
It seems to be spreading by the music industry record companies
want you to go for the G's and the money and you lack focus.
Therefore you catch the wack disease coming with bootie ass styles
bootie ass tracks bootie ass concepts with no lyrical content.
Therefore I must be a lyrical MD to find the serum in my
laboratory...
All of these MC's are being attacked by the wack bacteria
But not fearing the consequences of rhyming
Without protection lacking prophelactics
In their vocal tactics their antics are jeopardizing
The health of hiphop as a whole, no soul
No concern about being burned
If they're not open to be educated they'll never learn
So I turn the key to unlock the mystery of why individuals insist
To dismiss that sadness of their illness
But outwardly showing the symptoms of their affliction
They suck in their diction, and delivery
And their styles are more outdated than chivalry
In armored suits, so whats up within my laboratory?
Like a scientist applying this to prevent hiphop from dying this shit
The problem stems from a combination of genetic mutations,
And a highly contagious virus
That attacks those with low tolerance, low immunity
Low ingenuity, low ability to see
Through the conspiracies in the industry
So many companies will try to get you on your knees
It's funny how reality gets twisted into superficiality
With no individuality,
I feel the drama and strained to find a serum,
Cause wack MC's, I can't endure em, so I gotta cure em
And if it's uncurable like Alzheimer's
Then I gotta put them out their misery like Kevorkian does
Lethal when I interject lyrical injections
Brain soaked in formaldehyde for future inspection
Lyrical MD's, looking for the cure
To this disease inflicting all these wack MCs
Lyrical MD's, looking for the cure
To wackness inflicting these diseased MC's
(Rhettmatic on the scratch)
From the laboratory, from the laboratory