[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