Uh, check it out, You know what I'm saying
It be Substantial up in this piece
Yo, with Hydeout Productions, bringing you this hard shit one time
You know the crew, UV, and my clique Dominion
And my fam, the Plague, you know what i'm saying, holding it down like this
Peace to Universal Vibrations, and everybody in Brooklyn, and my cats in M.D
Right now we 'bout to bring it out to these wack niggas out there
Yo, You know what I'm saying

Yo, that line was dope, which one of my verses did you bite it from
Don't even try to run, in fact, it's damn near pointless hiding from
Lyrical bounty hunter (slash) verbal mercenary
Splash your eyes with turpentine, I murder rhymes, your verse get buried
Make English teachers scream in ebonics (Yo who be that!)
It's my duty black to stay truly fat like Kubiac
Dish Ls to Parker Lewis and clueless tough rappers
(Fuck you Substantial!) Yo, your father's a fudge packer
Your mother's a butch bitch that breaks bricks with her forearms
Act like a mime, shut the fuck up before I do you more harm
Your sister gets plugged more than electrical outlets
And your brother's feminine, I'm surprised he ain't came out yet
I would diss your broad but the chick is nonexistent
You get about as much respect as a teacher's assistant
You get hit with a trash can like the youth march riots
I'm bad for your health, keep beef out of your diet
This ain't new to me, blind people seen me get biz
Even deaf cats heard how wack bad your shit is
On top of that, mute niggas talk bad about you
You're wack, I'm pretty sure we'll learn to all live without you
I'll battle y'all, hollow tip, verbal shots splatter y'all
Make you drink ten straight shots of rubbing alcohol
Your crew's weak, being trash must be a requirement
Rhymes shine so much, I forced the sun into retirement
Punish MC's until their DJ throw the towel in
Whip you so bad serial killers call me violent
I'm loco, my actions make blind people stare at me
You're in store for a lifetime of physical therapy
Fuck resistance, vengeance will be mine
Still looking for the doctor that smacked my behind in '79
You can't defeat the mic abuser, crack user
Comb your hair and find a new job, you fucking loser
On any topic, microphones get held hostage
I'll even make your moms say you're garbage
Nigga, we can take it to the street, ave, block; even the freeway
Spin kick your chick, bitch, smack your wack DJ
Substantial, no imitations, always authentic
I own this hip hop shit, these cats trying to rent it
Here's your thirty day notice, nigga you've been evicted
If being wack's a crime, you would have been got convicted
I'm dope, this is your brain on me, any questions
Son, I had rhymes when Michael Jackson was my complexion
I had rhymes when they were writing the book of Genesis
Mic nemesis, you started this, I'mma finish it
Feel the wrath of my verse, I blow spots like outburst, I'm diverse
Plus, I'd still be the liveliest if I died first
Perpetraitors must have majored in wackness
You're lucky the rhyme's over, now you got time to practice
Faggots!

Uh, feel that one time
Monorisick on the track, Hydeout Productions, no doubt

Programmed since birth to bring the roughness
Since that very day, I've sworn to bust shit
And from now on these lyrics will haunt you
Wack niggas, call it what you want to!
Programmed since birth to bring the roughness
Since that very day, I've sworn to bust shit
And from now on these lyrics will haunt you
Wack niggas, call it what you want to!