Azoh - M.F.T.M. lyrics

[Verse 1] The genesis of a legend When I inhale the florescent The essence of adolescence Wearing kush scented sweaters Never stressin' Depression wasn't a question Intestines turning like indigestion No exception for the weak k**ing beats, my expression is my weapon And I'ma threaten any freshman that's heading my direction I reckon you keep your distance From my section Repetition from the richest Heard better lines from a peasant I don't care if I upset ya Resurrection of that real sh** The game's in my possession Telling b**hes to ketchup cause they relish my presence Perspective from a pupil Student should get some recognition Who's next? I'm the only one that's stepping up [Hook] And f** being a slave to the system I'd rather be playing with the ba** in your system This is music for the menaces Pa** the lighter, boutta cypher Let's hotbox the premises (x2) [Verse 2] The real art of rap No artificial artifacts We are the facts Fitchburg rap will make you catch a heart attack That's cardiac arrest You feel it in your chest Manifesting let me demonstrate tremendous, nothing less Am I too complex? Nah, I still think I'm an amateur But that don't mean I won't use my stamina just to damage ya Out of this planet, guess you could blame it all on the cannabis Why rap with mannequins? We are not the same like an antonym Uh, can you handle what I'm channeling? Say I cuss too much, need to clean my flow like a janitor I'm man enough to say I could do this without a manager My handsomeness will have every one of your hoes vanishing From the ground under Ba** rumble the whole place like earthquakes Plates shift when I roll like thunder Lightning strikes, Frightening sights When I get on the mic Vision tight when I light it up [Hook] And f** being a slave to the system I'd rather be playing with the ba** in your system This is music for the menaces Pa** the lighter, boutta cypher Let's hotbox the premises (x2)