[Verse 1] I turn on the radio, and what do I hear Nothing but blah, blah, blah all up in my ear These dudes gettin' paid Yo Ton', I need a beer Blah, blah pushin' vinyl and we still right here These underground shows don't do it for me We underground pro, can't go gimmicky Catch me on the block hustlin' my CD Get the whole world knowin' 'bout the frequency Blah, blah, they cars this Blah, blah, they stank hoes Blah, blah, they ice crisp They need to buy flows This beat I'm hearin' is irrelevant They must be recordin' hella bent If not, dude, they better quit I'm here to sever off the heads of you imitators Kids need motivators, not pistol slayers If your rhymes are poisoning youths minds Listen to this cut five or six times Cause you [Hook] Blah, blah Motherf**in' blah, blah Man, I'm so tired of your blah, blah [Verse 2] Check it out It's amazing what is accepted as prose Or understand the words cats say at live shows No breath control, stage presence, or delivery Dudes sound like they need put out they misery I'm high pressure water to fire Leader of a black empire Hell, I am the Messiah I had an immaculate rebirth Plan to take back and reseed Earth First things first Crown me in the land where they found me Surround me with MCs that are astounding By now, B, we should be on top The world can't refuse our vibe or hip-hop You ridiculous MCs, you sound like slop Take them garbage a** lyrics to ? Could be this year or next, my sh**'ll drop And that blah, blah, bullsh**'ll stop [Hook] Blah, blah Motherf**ing blah, blah Stale a** blah, blah That old bullsh** Check it out [Verse 3] There's no excuse for the hilarity heard When I hear MCs talking 'bout cheese My anger's released through poetry Guaranteed to explode once touched by the industry Dwell behind gates Try not for God's sake Because you can't penetrate We ma** on you fakes Magnif- from the land of the greats We're bringing hardcore to your face The world shall embrace The rhymes and the beats we compose Truth untold, we expose Mellaneted man is original Much more spiritual than physical You gotta know this, though It's critical The mic and I power combine Doom for your mind Impenetrable cypher divine Create hot sh** every time Doc, Lynch, and I Impenetrable cypher divine [Hook] Blah, blah So tired of your blah, blah That old stale a** blah, blah That's what I think about you MCs right now Blah Back to the top I'm ready to do like ad-libs and all that