MHz Legacy - This Year lyrics

We come as foreign elements
To the global terrain
Classed as autotrophs cut off
Alienated cloth that was coarse
Course the cut was created by fate
To sew us on this plain
Poetry plane which lacks pattern

Bust atoms of a higher fabric
We're genetically embedded through skulls
Of all icons "Mhz" - Redman
To increase by miles
You remain infinite till the final
Minute of existence escapes

At the genetic lab

"That's right"

I'll design a shrine of 409 formulas to shine
My phallus is catalytic
Where the rebel lyric is is a force to mimic
I'm porsalinic i'll blow the spot like pro
Lifers at an abortion clinic
Drop to drop pop
Snows sparking these scarecrows
Mind from lecture agents ordinar', extra
I'm next to rock a crowd
Full of Helen Kellers
Scores of megaforce that players wanna
Show with my nigga Cellus
Fellas tell us syllables stung
The tongue practitioner
When my product is purchased
By devout solicitors service
Soon doom it's instructor
My blast murder deputies and the
Sheriff run for cover
Any of minor mistakes I abuse breaks
Like bad fast food employees
Needing some poise while the young lack
On drum tracks so if you come wack
I throw stacks of rhyme Frisbees
Releasing thumb tacks
Until you run back into your sector
As you expect to stop me when I'm
On a roll like Rhode Scholar mutes holler
I liquidate this style and
Lethally inject felony criminals
An unclinged syringe
Matter I want more data that'll
Blast ya to Madagascar
Laugh at the actors mask after extra
Atom that'll battle my ladder i'd rather
Take an unnecessary breath
Show that I'm still human
Assuming you thought I had the
Lungs of two men

This year we implant fear in your ear
This year and doing a foreign affair
You never hear our voices inside
The club unless we're there cause this year
"Suckers are going nowhere" - Gang
Starr 'I'm The Man' this year
We implant fear in your ear this year
And doing a foreign affair
It's the MHz on this sphere to rule hip hop
Cause this year
"This is where the bullshit stops"
- Rakim 'New York'

Inventors of the mic had me in mind
When they came with the prototype
I made 'em redesign
They came back but with the vinyl draft
I feed it my
Intelligence and redefine the elements
At the speed of light incredibly
Alphabetically manage to come before you
U like the letter T you better be at least
Twice my mental strength don't violate
I put an end to the weak week like Friday
I'm been rhyming way before Dr dre had a Dogg
And even back before The Source
Became a fashion catalog "Where'd it come?"
From the abyss from which I emerged
How could you claim precision with words
When your vision is blurred
Enter the center of ciphers
Your mic will be simmered and burnt
For ten minutes worth
Of a venomous engine at work
You primitive beings should quit MCing
And finish your work
Before my crew gets a chance
To finish you first