Chemically, I'm toxic, blowing mic plugs the fuck outta their sockets/to induce lyricism and reducing profit
I dont appeal to the market, Im not associated/with those prudidists cause my motives are motion-related
And my objectives, I have already stated, rhyming abrasive/
To the fatal rap game, Im native, keeping tribes waiting
Better hope Im backstage pacing, not plotting the end/
Because if you embarrass me, expect mocking my friend
Dont mimic mic capacity, I shout rhymes rapidly
Without a purpose, killing rappers randomly
Practicly, Hit you with amazing leverage, lurking outta crevices/My lines are devilish, to infinite are their measurements
I could give a fuck about your mechanical illness
Cause while you're pissing into a bottle, Im selling millions
Labeling me brilliant is a understatement/cause before you were created, my lyrical side by God was conciplated

Chorus:Keep equal pace, Shit son, your out of shape
Needa get your head straight, dont degrade

Brimstone and fire, will I hit you unlimited?
Getting primitive, steroids couldnt get my rhymes stimulated
Destructive, dangerously approaching exultation
Attracting billions of viewers in my nation, while your charisma's disintegrating
System corruption, my dynasty is developing/Your enomoisity Im enveloping, like handicapped elders eating gellatin
Carve my name on your exo-skelloten, you are unworthy
Of my curtisy, watching Ja Rule run around in Unselds Jersey
Most Valuable on the mic, getting your muscles physced
Cant extinguish my light no matter how many dilluted rhymes you write
Heres a moment to savour, beyond the names I've suggested
Similies and metaphors are conquested, Im blessed making MCs look dylexic
Dont even attempt to decipher whats coming through the microphone wire/like if you thought the Hot Sauce was mild
Escalating, higher than a wall climber, professional rhymer
Enlightening myself, even blinder, discovering my trends than clothing designers

Chorus twice

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MC Murdera'

(RB's "ill" MCs)


Otherwise known as Artikulate