Edan - Real MCs Don't Need Editing lyrics

I got the money, dun I got the money, dun I got the cornflakes and the chitter f**ing rat meat [Verse 1: Edan] Yo put the ear to the box and listen MCs can s** my dick with rendition It's so called hip hop sound like turd juice Split your book of rhymes in half and let the germs loose With the bacteria Growing like fungus on rappers inferior I'm infuriating We surely waited our turn for kids who yearn to learn nothing I've learned to burn, bluff and buffoon while stuffing a tune With dangerous elements the flavor's intelligent My lightsabers dwelling in my holster I put up posters on the walls of your brain And my complex oar plane Well until the minister's been ordained I'll comprise some more pain For profane crews that are so lame But enough of the negative I'd rather use some jazzy sh** as a sedative To stray away from the repetitive I got a lotta pet peeves And one of ‘em be styles that change like shirts with wet sleeves So let me get these Rhymes in order Because they're sorta Spur of the moment Yo But if Sound N Mind condones it I'll compound a rhyme and throw it Be a my lips as it zips past MCs So quick fast they get whiplash Then I kick back and chit chat With friends And just like good times the verse has to come to an end But not yet cause I got rhymes for all times Pages for all ages Terror for all eras building conceptual pyramids for all periods Staging elevation for the future generations to come Penetrating the dumb, deaf and blind who rewind Until it's firm in they mind of all In they mind of all I fall With no strategy but I'm inclined to fall Y'all s** my balls I f** up just like the track I'm wack and I don't cut myself any slack I get the bozack I'm really fake I keep it fake I f**ing manifest my nuts [Sample] I got style, flavor, grace and plus a different technique [Verse 2: Sound N Mind] At sunrise I open my eyes to dialect Until I disperse the bubble growing up outta your neck So what up dawg? Go fetch the mic so I can wreck it Kinetically energetic, the sound epidemically spread Vocabulary hanging over your head The best to ever touch a mic ‘nuff said My verbs start the action Proper ‘nouncing who you out for satisfaction Pinpointing who ever I'm start to blasting The math is my subtraction on wack MCs So please stop Assault and battery, go call the cops Cause I'm hip with my hop and up and down the street Uniquely presenting energy over on every beat Enter the war zone or go home, ba bye Asking why oh why do they all try to submit? All dicks that act hard get blue balled real quick From the melodic misfit to this… sh** f**ed up I'm rhyming Kicking Flipping Oh sh** who's this That Sound N Mind kid Rhyme hits Yo f** that Who is this Yo Edan and Sound N Mind we are the best MCs of the year Yo it's so dope that's why we both f**ed up