Legacy
In minus 10, 9, 8, we have a goal for main engine start
We have main engine start 4, 3, 2, 1, zero lift off
I got the block warm.
tear it apart for 'em
Time to lock horns,
Knowledge my art form
Warrior spirit be the best by far
Still smash guitars like some pill-popping rockstars
Killer machine, killer regime, glimmer on your game screen
Underground to the mainstream
Be the classical antique, 360 circle
Switch all these niggas like it's dress rehearsal
Live in the fire, keep the gang crispy
Peak the friction, don't try to fix me
One man down, call in the substitution
Second chess move, that be the revolution
I want it right now,
tearing the house down
High self-esteem, i'm showing out now
Smoking my ounce now
Missing my bread
Gyro my head,
High bread, two points on the spread
Embrace the come up, the funky drummer
'til the casket drop, last shot, beat the buzzer
Remy guzzler, street peddler, head-hunter
Underground street thriller, beneath the bunker
Fists like cement, hitting my chips off
Tipping my bricks off, NFL kick off
Iconic symbol, that be a global voice
My grand gesture surrounded by my train of thought
translucent lamps. topping some weed stalks
Licking my own wounds,
I don't need salt
I speak outlandish,
1000 volts when I talk
I knew Spanish, i hablo on the court
Hands on the pot, a heavy portion
mix crack with the rap
Product's scorching
Check out my melody
Hardcore density, a bee sting pregnancy
the swarm start the legacy
Rhymes for 100 years
This is my legacy
Paid in past. sweat and tears, what a legacy
Words massage your ears
The ears, the ears
After i'm gone, these words be my legacy
Rhymes for a hundred years
this is my legacy
Paid in past sweat and tears, what a legacy
Words massage your ears
The ears, the ears
After i'm gone, these words be the legacy
After 22 long, hard years I', m still writing
after I'm gone they still be reciting it
Birth of the boss, starts with the indictment
Get in that cell nigga, starts the rhyming
Booked my first studio session
No one co-signed me
Test my plan against the beat for alignment
Pushed through the winter was
there with refinement
One stroke of the paper killed all you green giants
Long after I'm gone the song lives on
Words get recited through the mouth of my first born
The power's on, without the plug still strong
Microphone King Kong, write for eight hours strong
Local niggas won't get bigger than BIg
I speak lines, stay jigging your ribs with a quick jib
Sore losers always tend to renege
Nervous niggas smoke packs of cigs
Action packs that big
(big, big, big)
Rhymes for a hundred years
this is my legacy
Paid in past sweat and tears, what a legacy
Words massage your ears
The ears, the ears
After i'm gone, these words be the legacy
Rhymes for a hundred years
this is my legacy
Paid in past sweat and tears, what a legacy
Words massage your ears
The ears, the ears
After i'm gone, these words be the legacy
We have main engine start 4, 3, 2, 1, zero lift off
I got the block warm.
tear it apart for 'em
Time to lock horns,
Knowledge my art form
Warrior spirit be the best by far
Still smash guitars like some pill-popping rockstars
Killer machine, killer regime, glimmer on your game screen
Underground to the mainstream
Be the classical antique, 360 circle
Switch all these niggas like it's dress rehearsal
Live in the fire, keep the gang crispy
Peak the friction, don't try to fix me
One man down, call in the substitution
Second chess move, that be the revolution
I want it right now,
tearing the house down
High self-esteem, i'm showing out now
Smoking my ounce now
Missing my bread
Gyro my head,
High bread, two points on the spread
Embrace the come up, the funky drummer
'til the casket drop, last shot, beat the buzzer
Remy guzzler, street peddler, head-hunter
Underground street thriller, beneath the bunker
Fists like cement, hitting my chips off
Tipping my bricks off, NFL kick off
Iconic symbol, that be a global voice
My grand gesture surrounded by my train of thought
translucent lamps. topping some weed stalks
Licking my own wounds,
I don't need salt
I speak outlandish,
1000 volts when I talk
I knew Spanish, i hablo on the court
Hands on the pot, a heavy portion
mix crack with the rap
Product's scorching
Check out my melody
Hardcore density, a bee sting pregnancy
the swarm start the legacy
Rhymes for 100 years
This is my legacy
Paid in past. sweat and tears, what a legacy
Words massage your ears
The ears, the ears
After i'm gone, these words be my legacy
Rhymes for a hundred years
this is my legacy
Paid in past sweat and tears, what a legacy
Words massage your ears
The ears, the ears
After i'm gone, these words be the legacy
After 22 long, hard years I', m still writing
after I'm gone they still be reciting it
Birth of the boss, starts with the indictment
Get in that cell nigga, starts the rhyming
Booked my first studio session
No one co-signed me
Test my plan against the beat for alignment
Pushed through the winter was
there with refinement
One stroke of the paper killed all you green giants
Long after I'm gone the song lives on
Words get recited through the mouth of my first born
The power's on, without the plug still strong
Microphone King Kong, write for eight hours strong
Local niggas won't get bigger than BIg
I speak lines, stay jigging your ribs with a quick jib
Sore losers always tend to renege
Nervous niggas smoke packs of cigs
Action packs that big
(big, big, big)
Rhymes for a hundred years
this is my legacy
Paid in past sweat and tears, what a legacy
Words massage your ears
The ears, the ears
After i'm gone, these words be the legacy
Rhymes for a hundred years
this is my legacy
Paid in past sweat and tears, what a legacy
Words massage your ears
The ears, the ears
After i'm gone, these words be the legacy
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Writer(s): Matthew Frank Lara
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