Yo, it's like wackness is a disease plaguing all these MC's.

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And their styles are more outdated than chivalry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