Hook:
Cuz this the Hoosier state, motherfucker now do ya relate?
We're livin' different plus we're spittin' the truth in your face
We dig in crates so we always pay dues to the greats
...Let's put some food on our plates! x2

Verse 1:
Aiyyo you know you gotta feel your boy
100% authentic, yep a Real McCoy
Yes you, will enjoy the lyrics written, never bitten tho
Y'all keep on spittin' all of this and its forbidden so
I'm just lettin' ya know that I ain't never been no fraud
It's Hip Hop's Great Awakening, man that's straight from the heart
I make art by mixing and layering past work
It ain't hard to tell that I've mastered phonograph disaster
I don't chop samples anymore, I make them shatter
On a spinning platter, that's when I put them back together
4 or 5 of them at a time, now match my grind
Thinking otherwise is asinine, yes I'm a mastermind
I feel I have to rhyme
From the daybreak I wake and bake and then I'm spitting well into the black of night
And when I see a microphone I grab it tight
Praying it's the only thing that travels with me when I reach my afterlife
(You have now reached the other side and your microphone is permanently imbedded into your palm. You can never release it. I hope this is what you were asking for.)

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Verse 2:
Feelin' like a 2x4 when I'm hittin' your noggin
Cuz the shit that I'm starting's known to leave you in coffins
Dearly departed, obviously this kid is the hardest
Artist coming out the nap because he's cold as the arctic
I'm sparking emcees like hippy killer trees
From Oregon to Indy, y'all know my rhymes are never ending
Beginning with all of the nuggets that I crumble up
In the list I'm never runner up, I'm always number one
So what the fuck is up? It's Mef Klinik in the flesh
The best spittin' in Midwest, I'm hittin' kids to get your vest
Lyrical C4 so no beef no more
Pull out your telescope, watch emcees float to shore
Broken jaws every time that I grip the mic
It's gettin' thrown at all these whack cats I didn't like
Cuz they ain't spit it right
If you think it's tight and dig it like that, we must be bumping something different, aight?
Y'all know this kid is right just like my name was Ken Jennings
And you're getting your Daily Double of something that y'all have been fretting
Verbal Jeopardy, the dude that leaves careers in limbo
This shit is simple so I milk the game like it's a bimbo
This kids a nympho when it comes to lighting stages up
So those that fake I'm bout to go and take your life and blaze it up
Just like an eighth of skunk, you really think I'm playin' punk?
We ain't from Philly so you know we always show up late as fuck
Gymnastics with these samples cuz the way that I flip them
Straight dope shit, got you hooked, The Mefadone Klinik
So many different dimensions in which I'm hittin' em with
This venomous, the way I'm spitting's got you wishing I'd quit
Y'all know this kid is legit, on a simple mission to rip
The unlit end of a spliff is gripped while some George Benson just spins
On my turntable, not to mention the system's equipped
With some JVC speakers from circa 1976!

Hook x2