[Chorus]

Get whacked straight to your brain

Soakin' up your brain, come like water down the drain

Get whacked straight to your brain

Soakin' up your brain, come like water down the drain

Get whacked straight to your brain

Soakin' up your brain, come like water down the drain

Get whacked straight to your brain

Soakin' up your brain, come like water down the drain

[Verse 1: Declaime]

Wake up, don't sleep, let's abolish the weak

Eradicate, bury deep MCs who try creep

With flagrant styles, still dwelling in the past

Go away quick fast [?] wack negros [?] won't do

It's microphone check, one, two

Giving crazy tribulations to the ones that try to step

On the mic without a rep and a style that is unkеpt

My strategy is to make MCs choke, go for brokе, if I can't then I break 'em

Into pieces of a washed away dream

It's dark down my path, so turn on your high beams

I play with the mind of unexpecting foes

Don't sleep and don't doze 'cause I'm destroying those

People who don't know how to create flows

And rock shows, but get the airplay

A commercialized MC and a wack DJ

I come equipped so beyond your best

So don't you slip, 'cause I'll be right up on the underground always and forever

Justifiably, I'm clever

Can't put reals on the deal, so you best hold your breath

I'm pulling all cards 'til there ain't nothing left

While you're reading Webster to get your point across

I'm coming through with the real at any cost

[Chorus]

Get whacked straight to your brain

Soakin' up your brain, come like water down the drain

Get whacked straight to your brain

Soakin' up your brain, come like water down the drain

Get whacked straight to your brain

Soakin' up your brain, come like water down the drain

Get whacked straight to your brain

Soakin' up your brain, come like water down the drain

[Verse 2: Declaime]

Neither here nor there, will I ever fall off?

And may the real MCs rest in peace, I mean that from the heart

It's real, I start to indulge in my fantasies

Which is to MC

Head's falling through an abyss of some real ish

I wish there was a real MC list

That way, I'm somewhere at the top

Dropping real nonstop

Criminal minded

Sometimes I'm blinded

By this lie way, recite words

Produce verbs

Here, take it if you're mad enough

Don't fake it because I heard enough

I got the stage in booby traps

I run laps and laps

Over fools with the weak raps

Oh, you rhyme? Well, I'm fine with that

But if it's up to plain old rhyming, then everyone's phat

Thank goodness for that fact

That some of yous lack

The ability of creativity

Or sustained longetivity

[Chorus]

Get whacked straight to your brain

Soakin' up your brain, come like water down the drain

Get whacked straight to your brain

Soakin' up your brain, come like water down the drain

Get whacked straight to your brain

Soakin' up your brain, come like water down the drain

Get whacked straight to your brain

Soakin' up your brain, come like water down the drain

[Verse 3: Declaime]

Now, to the ones that hate me

The D-E-C-L-A-I-M-E

Ain't no love for 'em

I'm way above 'em

Standing on top of the world, better yet, universe

Verse after verse, it gets much worse

Sellout MCs, what do you consider rhyme?

Is it word after word or line after line?

Is it funky R&B or the hip-hop tip?

Or is it the wack MCs blowing from the lip?

Rhyme to me should be completely thought out

Not performed by the sucker MC sellouts

Brothers wanna see the flavor of the month

It's not for me, it's not my trip, mine's out to lunch

Are you kissing the ass to the big time producer?

I never used to

Kiss on the backside to get my point across

I come correct and put you at a loss

See, mines is real, no fakes

Tighten up my skill, I got what it takes

To take you over and over before it's begun

I've done it with the vocals, so run

I cage niggas up, lockdown

As I deliver lazy-time flows mad lyrically

No happy faces in my spot

Can't see how them skills you got