Legends Lyrics

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Legends Lyrics

Whole lot of chumps turning hard on the radio (4X)

The legends, go on back, my style is bizarre

Course through my blood of course

For the crews that was and the crews who would be



Vainglorious

Denomination of commonly monstrous caution blow the unit's sensation

Fucking with your theology like Darwinism in the Bible Belt

When I felt demagogueous, bogus spit kill abolish

You haven't heard the foggiest fucking fact

About L dash Hubbard uncorrupted

Hovering above the gun was obstructed

Missed me just as I constructed

The facet of the fire was friendly as instructed

I'm not trying to get flighty eight hundred

Homosexual emcees receive five mics

A bizarre world, where Co Flow is the new pop sensation

With heavy Hot 97 rotation

Call 'em as I smell 'em, the jooks that shook tell 'em

3-2-1 contact I'm blessed, definitively not wack

I got it made, you fight to march in the St. Patrick's Day parade

Called what I thought I thought not the candle

Spill another seed snip vasectomy (ow)

How hard can that erection be now?

They hit me before the case go to trial

Twelve monkeys in a box without a witness to the style

If monkeys on the cock were delicious non stop

Aggravated hemorrhoids burn like TNT the efficient weed crops

Independent as fuck as all senses

You don't apply to my beautiful arrangment (sorry)

I can range from cop killer to rapist to presidential assassin if I chose

Simply for the sake of the derangement, but I don't

And for the specs on my non-technologic pre-produce for lessons

The tune carress tunes of the legends

Exhume carcass to mark hits it's my honor

For any cold reverse to turn loose on my brethren

Justify my simple m.o. with some loving

Utmost closed circuit

Forced to tickle Elmo till he pissed in his little britches (Oh, stop)

My troop talking to them as fierce may appear to act together

Considerately hitting these switches

Left side directs pestilence to these skies as dialects

Right side locates and entertains the nearest clitoris

Soul blade the hoes froze tyrants

Closed to ultra-violence design bent, disrupted the alignment

I brought on the napalm program the gas context

Consumption people they expect it

Caffeine machine, MSG

Fluorocarbons, monoxides, perspective sets you free

It's a voice soon El sets a trend

Comply with exacto and cut for most tips

I'm El-Producto, smoke a bong lies well

Tribe of conspirators wants to infiltrate this

My personal reflection on these legends got to be

For the legends



Any rapper on a label should resign and quit (4X)

Take it back to kicking real shit (5X)