[Verse 1: Heretic]

I'm not a man to abdicate, even in my saddest state
I'm in the lab and feeling bad, revealing I've been mad of late
But I've been killing tracks of late and I'm just tryn'a fascinate
And you know this kid has a fate to take the game and crash the gates
This half-black, track-ripping, back-flipping sack of shit is lacking any whack spitting
Ass-kicking, all those who oppose all that I expose through my notes and my prose
And it shows, ill, but not quite 'illmatic',
Cause deals make the music feel so bureaucratic
Whether the money goes to a company or me? Fuck that, take all my new tunes for free
I'm here for the art, just to take part
And we'll all be wealthy when there's no currency
Uh, yeah, trust me, fuck fees, for now at least
I'm here to love beats, write bars on rough sheets
While the rest of all teens get laid and puff trees

I'm spitting fire through a mic stand
Timing and rhyming so I can climb and expand
Understand?
That UMT is the movement
Just a couple of students with some room for improvement

(Hook)
Cause this is UMT
We are the new entries
So don't tempt me
To spit a sixteen on another sick beat
Cause we're the new generation of MCs
[Verse 2: Willow]
Harder falls, better days
Coke and amaretto days
Chilling in the summer sun
Who d'you think you're fooling, son?
Feeling better, the genius, pace setter
Working for Niagra Falls, fuck that, we want it all
Want it big, sell out gig
Haven't got far to dig
Sell out tour, want it more
Tell me what you're waiting for?
Yeah, because the fire in my words might burn ya
How much can I earn ya?
I'm like a learner, fresh, new to the game
But I rap real shit because that is the aim
Ambition to blame, yeah the princes have came
Won't rest 'til I'm seeing lights flashing my name
Yep, finally I think I see, bright lights follow me
Spitting for the people cause I want to see you move your feet
Feel the beat, feel my words, feel me where the music hurts
Wanna see me do the work
Underground Magician Tribe, instantly you feel the vibe inside ya
Mace like the glider, gliding
Rhyming, striving, straight to the top
Won't stop till I'm ticking every Louis V shop
Just doing me, what?
Fluency, shock
To the beat, rock

(Hook)
Cause this is UMT
We are the new entries
So don't tempt me
To spit a sixteen on another sick beat
Cause we're the new generation of MCs

[Heretic & Willow]
(still) spitting to be sitting on top of the world
(still) spitting and we're living to be rocking the world
(still) take time to be killing the beat
And I'm willing to be bringing the heat
It's the U.M.T