[Lyric] Mutant Academy - Off Top Freestyle (Mutant Academy)

[Intro: Fly Anakin]
Yo, it's Mutant Academy
I'm Fly Anakin
Muhfuckin' Off Top, season 4, Top Shelf Premium
Ayo

[Verse 1: Fly Anakin]
Yuh
Knocked son down like act poof
Don't make my nigga fly an AK in, the silent shoot
My grass roots connected to the gas loops, making my head boost
Sober money, scribbling all the truths
So my handy dandy selling bud to Billy and Madison
Y'all off the Xan sheets, lost like remotes in bed sheets
They had enough work to make the Feds skeet, read em and weep
Bet on the phone, steal from turfs have you weak, capiche?
You got the bag or what? Heh
Ratchet fucks still rockin' Gucci like it's '09, you mad stuck
City train niggas, I still fuck with you
They the typе to shout with they pistol, marvellous the way thеy hit you
Oh, God flow, the holy MAC of rulers, my set
We racing mindsets, making your books, go get set
Abort before the soldiers deploy
I ain't ever had shit, shooting dice, taking monkeys to war
No full course meals on the pad
But I'm still eating cereal for dinner, this shit is not for beginners
I be on top till it's finished, get replenished
What's the magnitude of popping on you?
My hood bitch like a madder tool
I added the two, she mad know but fuck it, average'll do's
I got a girl too, I had to be rude
Shit, I ain't fucking with you
Bitch, yo
[Intermission: Tenny Lo]
Yo, Tenny Lo
Richmond shit
Off Top, season 4
Top Shelf Premium, what up?

[Verse 2: Tenny Lo]
Ayo
Finna frost him up
Big ring leaders, the top secret thug
Fur Bucci chiller, Orenthal with the murder glove
Louis slug, been dead nice since it was dead mic
Biggity-black riggity-rap, niggas go get your bread right
Mad sauce like iceberg, lettuce with garlic croutons
Grandmomma's oven, nigga lucky if he lukewarm
I stand still, watch y'all niggas sit at a standstill
Ran skill will equate master, clearing the landfill
Kill the noise, reign supreme, orbit filling voids
My true identity hidden inside secret tabloids with ill poise
Masquerading several moons with marauders
He got your back and I'll shift a nigga posture
New nigga stuffing bottles at Ramada's, want a problem?
Then I pull up in a Lincoln, it lookin' like it light up at the opera
This is real street knowledge, raising for my chakras
Rose from the concrete with real street knowledge
What?
[Intermission: Big Kahuna OG]
Ow
AIght, gotta follow up with THAT?
Aight
Holly Black Skeem Team worldwide
Oh, yeah

[Verse 3: Big Kahuna OG]
Look, yo
Can't put a label on us, location onus
Materialising your headquarters, choke the label on us
Make em wanna die, they stay alive for intell
My bitch usually play the crib like Chi-Chi, I made the drop
The smell of blood permeating [?]
Could've sworn my shawty was stronger, she booked out with the ride
Still tight like [?]
Swear to God, I couldn't make it farther without my credit card
My armor car, [?]
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