I gets dumb with the momentum of the drum   And blow MC's to kingdom come   The future holds nothing else but confrontation      Murray is a lyric lunatic toc   Boom, I fill the room with the rough rhymes I consume   My lyrics is too fly for this world, word 'em up yo   And more famous than the Jheri Curls      My rhymes correspond with the funk beat   Like infrared correspond with heat   I'm malicious and vicious, puttin' rappers in stitches   Yeah, yeah, when I'm rippin' up twelve inches like this      My rap style is a metallic bastard   That thrives off of battery acid, word 'em up   I rhyme like I'm hungry over funk beats   For those who shit where they eat      Reach and your strategies'll be picked off   Cream puff sweet, I freak the sheek type of speech   The vital, verbal combat I enlist   Wraps rappers' brains up into a pretzel twist, word 'em up      When I'm coastin' with the funk style potion   I leave your notion dead and bloody in the ocean   I can't be beat, so don't be under that assumption   I flow as long as the herb is pumpin'      "Yo, what kind of weed is this?"   "It's the bom bom zee, baby"   "Yo, this shit is way out"   "Yo, let's be outta here"      Come and take a ride on my bad side   You can't fuck with my style 'cause it's pasteurized   And when I meet my match, I'm tyin' 'em up   In the bassline and stabbin' 'em in the spine for tryin' to play fly      We got to have it like some hungry dirty stinkin' motherfuckers   Always actin' wild and stupid like truckers   Goin' against the grain, barbecuin' niggaz   In the Purple Rain as my wild brain child style goin' insane      And I'm wild with the usage of a harsh word   My style of speak is mentally disturbed   I drug the head more than hallucinogenics with rhymes like these   On the mic I'm catchy like herpes      Covalent ionically with the mic I combine   And gain more strength, than a molecule enzymes   E crack the sticks while I get in the mix   And kick some fix after prefix after predicates      I take a trip down memory lane   And kick some shit, that'll bust your brain   Hit as you should, a real common hood   Not Stephanie Mills but I still feel good   I take a Phillie Blunt to go and yo   I flow as long as the herb is pumpin'