Herb Is Pumpin'

I gets dumb with the momentum of the drum

And blow M

C'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 *************t 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 ************* is this?" "It's the bom bom zee baby." "Yo this *************t is WAY out!" "Yo let's be outta here."

Come and take a ride on my bad side

You can't ************* 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 mother******s

Always actin wild and stupid like truckers

Goin against the grain, barbecuin *************z 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 *************t, 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