Mutant Academy - “Off Top” Freestyle lyrics

[Intro: Fly Anakin]
Yo, it's Mutant Academy
I'm Fly Anakin
Muhf*ckin' Off Top, season 4, Top Shelf Premium
UNLUCKY bast*rdS on the beat
Mutant sh*t, wordlwide
Ayo

[Verse 1: Fly Anakin]
Yo
Knocked son down like act poof
Don't make my n*gga 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 Mandy
See 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 every week, capiche?
You got the bag or what? Heh
Ratchet f*cks still rockin' Gucci likе it's '09, you mad stuck
sh*tty trend n*ggas, I still f*ck with you
They the typе to shop with they pistol, marvellous the way they hit you
Oh, God flow, the holy MAC of rulers, my set
We rich in mindsets, making your books, go get set
Go board before the soldiers deploy
I ain't ever had sh*t, shooting dice, taking monkeys to war
No full course meals on the bed
But I'm still eating cereal for dinner, this sh*t is not for beginners
I be on top till it's finished, get replenished
What's the magnitude of popping on you?
My hood b*tch like a madder tool
I added the two, she mad noble f*ck it, average'll do's
I got a girl too, I had to be rude
sh*t, I ain't f*cking with you
b*tch, yo
[Intermission: Henny L.O.]
Yo, it's Henny L.O
Richmond sh*t
Off Top, season 4
Top Shelf Premium, what up?

[Verse 2: Henny L.O.]
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, n*ggas go get your bread right
Mad sauce like iceberg lettuce with garlic croutons
Grandmomma's oven, n*gga lucky if he lukewarm
I stand still, watch y'all n*ggas sit at a standstill
Grand 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? Then I'll shift a n*gga posture
New n*gga 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 THAT?
What
Holly Block, Scheme Team worldwide

[Verse 3: Big Kahuna OG]
O-G
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 intel
My b*tch usually play the crib like Chi-Chi, I made her drive
The smell of blood permeating out the several suits and ties
Could've sworn my shawty was stronger, she booked out with the ride
Still tight like [?]
Swear to God, I couldn't make it far without my credit card
My armored car, paralyse bullets like [?]
Stephen Hawking, rest in peace the boy
Let the heaters do the talking, let the blunts do the dancing
I could only cross my arms, twist my face in this fashion
Yo, look, child of the storm, baby cracking on a leash
It's gon' break my contract if I back out of any beef, yeah
Starting off I wasn't rapping on no beats
I was assing, taking fractions for distracting the police; young
Lit firecrackers at the plaza, them sh*ts fire backwards
Lit my face ablaze, get the doctor to resurrect my handsome
Order the Rick Fox replacement pronto
In rehab, rap was therapeutic, turned into a student
Bird gang [?] this the retribution
Scheme Team, private sector
Mutant make the b*tches lose it
Chill
[Outro: Big Kahuna OG]
Holly Block Skeem Team worldwide
Mutant sh*t, man
The motto Richmond
Off Top, Top Shelf Premium Season 4
Glad to do it
Y'already know