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[Verse 1]
I turn on the radio, and what do I hear
Nothing but blah, blah, blah all up in my ear
These dudes gettin' paid
Yo Ton', I need a beer

Blah, blah pushin' vinyl and we still right here
These underground shows don't do it for me
We underground pro, can't go gimmicky
Catch me on the block hustlin' my CD
Get the whole world knowin' 'bout the frequency
Blah, blah, they cars this
Blah, blah, they stank hoes
Blah, blah, they ice crisp
They need to buy flows
This beat I'm hearin' is irrelevant
They must be recordin' hella bent
If not, dude, they better quit

I'm here to sever off the hands of you imitators
Kids need motivators, not pistol slayers
If your rhymes are poison and use mines
Listen to this cut 5 or 6 times
Cause you

[Hook]
Blah, blah
Motherfuckin' blah, blah
Man, I'm so tired of your blah, blah


[Verse 2]
Check it out
It's amazing what is accepted as pros
Or understand the words cats say at live shows
No breath control, fades, presence, or delivery
Dudes sound like they need put out they misery

I'm high pressure to fire
Leader of a black empire
Hell, I am the Messiah
I had an immaculate rebirth
Plan to take back and reseed Earth
First things first
Crown me in the land where they found me
Surround me with MCs that are astounding
By now, B, we should be on top
The world can't abuse? our vibe or hip-hop
You ridiculous MCs, you sound like slop
Take them garbage ass lyrics to ?

Could be this year or next, my shit'll drop
And that blah, blah bullshit'll stop

[Hook]
Blah, blah
Motherfuckin' blah, blah
Stale ass blah, blah
That old bullshit
Check it out

[Verse 3]
There's no excuse for the hilarity heard
When I hear MCs talkin' 'bout ? cheese
My anger's released through poetry
Guaranteed to explode once touched by the industry
Dwell behind gates
Try not for God's sake
Because you can't penetrate
We mass on you fakes
Magnif from the land of the greats
We're bringin' hardcore to your face
The world shall embrace
The rhymes and the beats we compose
Truth untold, we expose
Mellonwated? man is original
Much more spiritual than physical
You gotta know this, though
It's critical
The mic and I power combine
Doom for your mind
Impenetrable sight for divines
Create hot shit every time
Doc, Lynch, and I
Impenetrable sight for divines

[Hook]
Blah, blah
So tired of your blah, blah
That old stale ass blah, blah
That's what I think about you MCs right now
Blah
Back to the top
I'm ready to do like ad-libs and all that

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