Herb Is Pumpin

I gets dumb with the momentum of the drum

And blow MC's to kingdom come

"The future holds nothing else but confrontation"

(from Public Enemy's "Apocalypse '91")

*woman screaming*

Murray is a lyric luna tic toc

Boom I fill the room with the rough rhymes I consume

My lyrics is too fly for this world (word em up yo)

and more famous than the Jheri Curls

My rhymes correspond with the funk beat

like infrared correspond with heat

I'm malicious and vicious, puttin rappers in stitches

(yeah yeah) when I'm rippin up twelve inches (like this)

My rap style is a metallic bastard

that thrives off of battery acid (word em up)

I rhyme like I'm hungry over funk beats

for those, who shit where they eat

Reach, and your strategies'll be picked off

Cream puff sweet, I freak the sheek type of speech

The vital, verbal combat I enlist

Wraps rappers' brains up into a pretzel twist (word em up)

When I'm coastin with the funk style potion

I leave your notion dead and bloody in the ocean

I can't be beat so don't be under that assumption

I flow as long as the herb is pumpin

"Yo what kind of weed is this?"

"It's the bom bom zee baby."

"Yo this shit is WAY out!"

"Yo let's be outta here."

Come and take a ride on my bad side

You can't fuck with my style cause it's ?pasteurized?

And when I meet my match, I'm tyin em up

in the bassline and stabbin em in the spine for tryin to play fly

We got to have it like some hungry dirty stinkin motherfuckers

Always actin wild and stupid like truckers

Goin against the grain, barbecuin niggaz

in the Purple Rain as my wild brain child style goin insane

And I'm wild with the usage of a harsh word

My style of speak is mentally disturbed

I drug the head more than hallucinogenics with rhymes like these

On the mic I'm catchy like herpes

Covalent ionically with the mic I combine

and gain more strength, than a molecule enzymes

E crack the sticks while I get in the mix

and kick some fix after prefix after predicates

I take a trip down memory lane

and kick some shit, that'll bust your brain

Hit as you should, a real common hood

Not Stephanie Mills, but I still feel good

I take a Phillie Blunt to go, and yo

I flow as long as the herb is pumpin