It seems to be spreading by the music industry  record companies
 want you to go for the G's and the money and you lack focus.
 Therefore you catch the wack disease coming with bootie ass styles
 bootie ass tracks  bootie ass concepts with no lyrical content.
 Therefore I must be a lyrical MD to find the serum in my
 laboratory...

 All of these MC's are being attacked by the wack bacteria
 But not fearing the consequences of rhyming
 Without protection lacking prophelactics
 In their vocal tactics their antics are jeopardizing
 The health of hiphop as a whole, no soul
 No concern about being burned
 If they're not open to be educated they'll never learn
 So I turn the key to unlock the mystery of why individuals insist
 To dismiss that sadness of their illness
 But outwardly showing the symptoms of their affliction
 They suck in their diction, and delivery
 And their styles are more outdated than chivalry
 In armored suits, so whats up within my laboratory?
 Like a scientist applying this to prevent hiphop from dying this shit
 The problem stems from a combination of genetic mutations,
 And a highly contagious virus
 That attacks those with low tolerance, low immunity
 Low ingenuity, low ability to see
 Through the conspiracies in the industry
 So many companies will try to get you on your knees
 It's funny how reality gets twisted into superficiality
 With no individuality,
 I feel the drama and strained to find a serum,
 Cause wack MC's, I can't endure em, so I gotta cure em
 And if it's uncurable like Alzheimer's
 Then I gotta put them out their misery like Kevorkian does
 Lethal when I interject lyrical injections
 Brain soaked in formaldehyde for future inspection
 Lyrical MD's, looking for the cure
 To this disease inflicting all these wack MCs
 Lyrical MD's, looking for the cure
 To wackness inflicting these diseased MC's

 (Rhettmatic on the scratch)
 From the laboratory, from the laboratory