World Premier

[Intro: Copywrite] Hailing from the city of Columbus in the mental state of the Megahertz Crew This is Copywrite MC 78 degrees with my man Camu Tao DJ Faze on the wheels [Verse One: Copywrite] We don't need gimmicks Wack ones still ride the dilz till they exceed the speed limits When it's time to rhyme, MCs feed the mimic But by the time they repeat what I flipped I'll be on some old next thesis Keep the change I release We're getting brains speaking through wide range Frequency mics, freaking the strange Keeping the leakin' weak MC eagerly wait-- --ting patiently Before they spoke, their forte broke Plain I don't make, donate my brain to science if I ever do This residue's examined by every crew From Syracuse to Sacramento You heard me I make the King of the players wear a New Jersey And start from scratch Since my verse strikes herbs The first mic clutched by me is an artifact Clutchin' my rap is hard to do I call your crew weak Cause it takes seven days for them to stay on beat And when they finally get on their rhyme will be Simultaneously spit on/struck by the two-man queue, man Head on truck: you're stuck Who can withstand this man's skill Luck is what you battled with And got dumped in a landfill Stand still, there drops the anvil Each round proves you have no props or mad skill [Instrumental break, background chatter] [Verse Two: Camu Tao] Handle the jewels with care when you're ridin' My aggressiveness is on another plane Like the [godwin/god wind?] off Stayed off and [caught? then cough and/tin coffin?] And that's a form of writer's block Biters jock The rhyme stages My phrases are like mazes Lock the mind, capture Snap your reality like the rapture Oh God! You've [cleareded??] the obscure organ Nurse! Give me the needle Deliver the feeble elixir [Quick'll the stick'lls???] body rejects the unwanted; some wanted I'm doing life for [my mind, all in the rhyme??] Baby, I got hostages Period. Like an out-of-body experience When I enter the [host is hostile/my style??] when I'm rockin' it The Mar-velle That escapes the style like cakes from Carvel And those rhymes you're kickin' ain't even phat to me In fact, [we'll be the phantasm for the vic to flip??] [To flay like they pull they fat??] [To re-ah-act so shortly-ly eyes, I drop the vibe??] Another brother's mic has stopped the frequency See? With the mic device I slice another brother's [vic-a-ry??] Contort the most masculine MC's masculinity [So why the tay more fix of anger??] And it's so strange [??] As I begin to bend your materials Shock your stimuli, strain, strip your memory bane Inflicted the anti-inferior MC exterior Word to Jehovah With a [stiff's mismatch??] This rapper dispatch flows that catch cat's tongues [Tons and eternals??] Eternally MC amazing [The seven of rhyme and they target??] Occasion [??] Say when Then I engage in activation [Instrumental break; background chatter]