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!