I see you on the corner, baby little girls
Taking candy from you. Maybe I seen this happen
I oughta stick my dick in your mouth
Why conducive chemicals cause imbalanced minerals of your state?
A criminal, mischievous, bendable
Whatever you call that lyrical skill
And still it's no miracle that the cereal
World let you whip 'em with that milky sandwich
You call it a flow, but fool you don't even know what it means
We use it to understand emotions
The word flow is best to describe the ocean tides
That brought this body of this rapper who suddenly died
And the cloud that clowned gave me the evil eye
But I deny these recurses
Complimentary verses converse over your
Turf like Gargamel did them Smurf kids
But I ain't receiving a beating at the end of the show
I grab the MC by his toe and let him know where the tag goes, correct
Respect is given to true boys who be
Emceeing and seeing the world for what it is
It's showbiz, glamor stars, black ass niggas in white shiny cars
On rentals on the video on their J card
And after the shoot, they troop in the Pinto hella hard
You know that old car that they moo moo cow ride?
Now you who riding rival who riding with you
You just a switch of a bitch and the soul of a man
A stick can't handle the dismantle of your ego
In front of your camaraderie
Cause even your crew knew you couldn't slaughter we
Cause you watery
I'm the undisputed champ
Mixed with a disillusioned confused fool like you I'll get amped
Gigawatts, now you see how a true nigga talks over poetical patterns
That have your ass served on a platter
It's like two reasons why you should never grab a mic in your life
The Foundation means elimination if you ain't tight
Two reasons why you should never pick up the pen
Living Legends serving all of y'all crews in the end
Two reasons why you should never grab a mic in your life
The Foundation means elimination if you ain't tight
Now I be on some whole other shit, some undercover shit and loving it
Cause the unseen can't be analyzed and broken down
Rocking my scene, he low down over my eyes
To give me that element of surprise
So when the battle arise, huh
Not much in size, 5'9" and a buck 48
With a little Napoleon complex that might twist your fate
Plus a case of dope tapes for five
So if we performing live I'm guaranteed to be selling out
And even if they bailing out after your performance
There's gonna be an enormous amount of hurt fans
To convert to Murs fans
True underground shit so I keep every dollar that hits my hand
Put it on a plane ticket to Japan
To show you that your world tour ain't shit
Nobody gets a cut so I know we got the purest shit
Sure to hit like I was batting a grand
Fuck blaming everything that's wack in hip hop on you
I'm slapping your A&R man with a
Backhand that'll make Max Julien proud
To put his bitch ass back in place with
The rest of the groupies in the crowd
Talking loud, ain't saying nothing
Front like you a lyricist when you not complex
More like dot com sex
Hella wack metaphors sounding like Shino X
Hell, no verses on tracks
So I can put this shit up on wax
And stop serving sacks, strictly Living Legends at my back
To add five more reasons why your ass shouldn't rap
Two reasons why you should pick up a mic in your life
Foundation means elimination if you ain't tight
Two reasons why you shouldn't pick up that pen
Living Legends will be serving every crew in the end
Two reasons why you should pick up a mic in your life
Foundation means elimination if you ain't tight
Two reasons why you shouldn't pick up that pen
Living Legends will be serving every crew in the end
What the fuck is going on now?
How did hip hop get to this point?
Where I'm forced to come forth and anoint the microphone
With words to bring death to these faggot emcees like Jenny Jones
Destroying any clones, similar to Roy Jones
So after the bells ringing, I'm still swinging
To do permanent damage
Leaving you with a Foundation sticker on your forehead as a bandage
Murs, who better to plan this attack
Not saying I hate every wack MC, see some of my best friends is wack
But the fact that lack of talent leaves the game in balance
We come to even out the scale, breathing on beats to make mail
Never fail to come fresh with free flow like the blood inside my chest
From too much Mangalore Ganesh, beaties for y'all not knowing
The underground's growing at an alarming rate
And I know the industry hates to see us do it independent
The underground lifestyle not recommended for the weak of heart
So speak your part if you really about playing
If not I'm putting my middle finger in
Your mouth I give a fuck what you saying
How the Legends do it
How it's supposed to be done
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