Real MCs Don’t Need Editing

I got the money, dun
I got the money, dun
I got the cornflakes and the chitter
Fucking rat meat

[Verse 1: Edan]
Yo put the ear to the box and listen
MCs can suck 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 to burn 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
Am I complex or plain?
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 shit 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 suck my balls
I fuck 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 fucking 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… shit
Fucked up

I’m rhyming
Kicking
Flipping
Oh shit who’s this
That Sound N Mind kid
Rhyme hits
Yo fuck 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 fucked up