[Intro: Copywrite] Hailing from the city of Columbus in the mental state of the Megahertz Crew This is Copywrite MC 78 degrees with my man Camu Tao DJ Phaze on the wheels
[Bridges: Scratches by DJ Phaze]
[Verse 1: Copywrite] We don't need gimmicks. Wack ones Still ride the dills ‘til they exceed the speed limits When it's time to rhyme, emcees feed to mimic, but by The time they repeat what I flipped, I'll be on some old next thesis Keep the change I release. We're getting brains Speaking through wide-range-frequency mics, freaking the strange Keeping the leaking, weak emcee eagerly wait… …ting patiently. Before they spoke, their forte broke Plain I don't make. Donate my brain to science If I ever do. This residue's examined by every crew From Syracuseto Sacramento. You heard me I make the King of the players wear a New Jersey And start from scratch. Since my verse strikes herbs The first mic clutched by me is an artifact Clutching my rap is hard to do. I call your crew weak ‘Cause it takes seven days for them to stay on-beat And when they finally get on, their rhyme will be Simultaneously spit on, struck by the two-man. Queue man Head on truck. You're stuck. Who can withstand this man's skill? Luck is what you battled with and got dumped in a landfill Stand still. There drops the anvil Each round proves you have no props or mad skill
[Bridge: Instrumental Break With Background Chatter]
[Verse 2: Camu Tao] Handle the jewels With care when you're riding. My aggressiveness Is on another plane like the god wind All stayed often, caught in coffins That's a form of writer's block Biters jock the rhyme stages My phrases are like mazes Lock the mind, capture, snap your reality Like the rapture. Oh God! You've created the obscure organ. Nurse! Give me the needle, deliver the feeble elixir Quicker, the stickler’s body rejects the unwanted Some wanted. I'm doing life for my mind Involved in the rhyme. Baby, I got hostages Period. Like an out-of-body experience When I enter the host, it’s hostile when I'm rocking it The marvel then escapes the style Like cakes from Carvel, and those rhymes you're kicking ain't even Phat to me. In fact, we'll be the phantasm For the vict’ to flip the flavor like the Kool-Aid factory To re-a-act, so shortly-ly-ly, I inscribe the vibes Another brother's mic has stopped the frequency See? With the mic device I slice another brother's bickery, contort the most Masculine emcee’s masculinity So why they take more dicks of anger? Against those strange Indoctrined hymen, I begin to bend your materials Shock your stimuli, strain, strip Your memory vein, inflicting the anti-inferior emcee Exterior. Word to Jehovah, Witness this mismatch This rapper dispatches flows that catch cats’ lungs Tongues and internals. Eternally emcee amazing Dissimilar rhyme winning the tide in an Occasion. Say when. Then, I engage In activation
[Outro: Instrumental Break With Background Chatter]
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The sample for this song comes from the Rolling Stones' “Monkey Man” from 1969’s Let it Bleed.