M.F.T.M. - Intellectual

[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

Killing 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 shit

The game's in my possession

Telling bitches 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 fuck being a slave to the system

I'd rather be playing with the bass in your system

This is music for the menaces

Pass 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

Bass rumble the whole place like earthquakes

Plates shift when I roll like thunder

Lightning strikes, Frightening sights