SHOGUN [MFTM] - VULCAN lyrics

[Intro] Yeah It's real now Let's speak out [Verse 1: Shogun] f** your weak views Take two minutes to peer through My optics, am feeling like makin a k**ing Feeling like fillin up my pockets Ma**acring like Pol Potts for the profit No religious affiliation, man stop it Half tall grey, half monstrous How you gonna stop this? I don't need to pop clips Once I drop this In the stove And whip it slow I get all a you addicted to my flow You look a little timid though As I sit and scribble notes An alchemist, still make it apparent this Isn't for the gold I was born in '97 So f** your profession I don't know where my head is Treasure forever hidden, just hope I don't get sectioned Smoking organic, making you panic, man f** all that peace chat # Where the gat at Rat-a-tat-tat Speaker bang Speaking slang Got your b**h in arm Telling her, she don't need a man So what does that make me? I've been a little bit f**ed lately I dont wanna be another stereotype I gotta grow up, man it's really f**ed 18 years old, thinkin about ending my life Don't give a f** for your judgement Yer lucky I only throw punches When I write So f**in selfish, I'll admit it That's why this is scripted I'm not talented or gifted Or up and coming I'm just obsessed with stressing, f**ing running From a lifestyle, that I've hated for a while But I've pushed everybody that ever meant anything to me away Just wanted to get my dick s**ed Always tryna crack jokes, little sick f** Why can't I just, appreciate life And smile If you hate me, it's mutual The sound of your body hitting the ground is beautiful I'm like immovable object In god's head and there's weed still in my cuticles Still doing all the things I used to do Crucially, my hatred was created in the crucible Of loneliness Thank f** I poked my head up out the cubicle I gotta make it apparent I lost a parent, well I never had him Daddy was a no show and the pain burned out so slow Dead beat big brother, can't even tell my mum on her birthday that I love her Wish it was the way it was when I was making den's out of boxes and covers Boxing with destiny, not a f**ing one hit wonder I'll make sure you remember this Bet I end up better than deviling Put your bets on the devil in My pen again, a medalling symbol of petulance Gotta get it in, I'm the mercury in these so called veteran's medicine Escaping my selfish ways With my brain spread on a page So I put my soul in a song So it may linger on But I'm never calling that b**h back Smokin afghan on the ave I went through it all in the f**ing past Never again, never again, man It's MFTM, MFTM man Save all of your hate Throw it back in your face Hardly a subliminal Young sinner still feeling old Hardly stereotypical Taking it back, wu-tang warrior that paisley raised So I'll never sit in first cla** Abuse my intuition I see the weak when these MCs are spitting f** the fraudulant freudian slips I'm slipping, I really wish I went to prison Fallen victim to the system Just a social condition I'm fixed in, between genius and insanity Never shed a tear when my uncle pa**ed 'cos it had to be Doctor's warned him about the bevy Didn't f**ing listen, good old uncle Henry Saw myself in him, he lied, stole and cheated anybody out of anything I'm acting like it matters when it doesn't Sold his soul for substance But f** it Long as I grip this f**ing mic like a vulcan I just wish I got the chance to say I loved him Sold his f**in soul for the substance But man f** it...