TITLE FIGHT

Yes I am legend, the way I'm asked questions
Look right here, theft of attention, never forget it
The way I see it, MIB, or ICE
Treat me like E.T. and that shit just don't fly with me
In detention, you could save that shit for the birds
I'm an alien, the way I stay out of this world
America runs on Dunkin, my heart runs on diesel
I don't breathe, I exhaust and put it all on easel

Ease up, you look like you 'bout to hurt yourself
Think too hard, stumped, and you learned through welts
Raised in roach motels, bereft of wealth in hell
Sorry suckers destined for cells, bad hand I was dealt
But I don't get hung up on the line with 9-1-1
Accustomed to free lunches, never switched due to funds

Subway, I can have it the way that I want
Dominoes, on the dot, on bottom or top
Life fucked me over and I coped sober
Born north of the border, but I don't believe in law and order
A mathematician, I'm known to solve problems
Don't test me with stupid questions, are you dumb?

I hit a second wind when I put my soul into these lyrics
Blow by blow, I don't get caught cold by verbal pugilists
You're on the ropes, faded, meanwhile I'm getting ramped up
In the corner, ding ding ding, time to sucker punch
I'm a brawler, born from farmers, still throwing haymakers
And dropping hooks like Kid Cudi or Floyd Mayweather

Finish it like Butch Coolidge, you don't need to understand
Call me tzatziki, the way I'm on the lam
Gyros ain't the only thing that's getting cooked
It could be beef, you're chicken, getting cushy with pigs and crooks
I put you on a spit, roasted and you're toast
Finished in the foreman, now you caught the smoke



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Writer(s): Genaro Cruz Jr.
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