[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 n***as up, lockdown
As I deliver lazy-time flows mad lyrically
No happy faces in my spot
Can't see how them skills you got