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 corresponds 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 bastardized 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' niggas 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