The Legacy

Album cover art for "The Legacy" by Leaf Dog & Mystro (USA) & Remus Blvk & Kashmere & Jack Jetson & DJ Sammy B-Side & Smellington Piff & Chester P & Farma G & Eric the Red & Bill Shakes & Fliptrix & Klashnekoff & Sonnyjim & Verb T & Dirty Dike & Jehst & Cracker Jon & BVA & Si Philli & Life MC

Leaf Dog & Mystro (USA) & Remus Blvk & Kashmere & Jack Jetson & DJ Sammy B-Side & Smellington Piff & Chester P & Farma G & Eric the Red & Bill Shakes & Fliptrix & Klashnekoff & Sonnyjim & Verb T & Dirty Dike & Jehst & Cracker Jon & BVA & Si Philli & Life MC - Rap

The Legacy

2 Plays

Duration: 7:37

Lyrics

[Life MC] Yo Yo Check check yo Every man acknowledge my polished Metaphoric graphic logic and knowledge It's like my brain is on anabolics My sound is raw I'm more Fostex than Panasonic Man I'm on this Every mic i smoke it like a bag of chronic Panoramic pictureful trails I'm known to prophesise My potent poetic rhymes are perfection personified Producing paranormal activity lyrically My levitating literacy has you meditating literally [Leaf Dog] Beat specialist 8 bar attack plan Rely on this like your second time at a fat scam Attack mic stands like cantona fans Never squealin' on the hook like abattoir lambs Everything I make bangs like a nuclear scientist Loop ?? burn samples the arsonist Bump this vibration on the ground is elevation If your looking up to fly in space There's no limitation [Smellington Piff] I'm here to open your brain like a lobotomist I'll jump out of a plane to stay on top of this Around here we live by the wicker man theory, eerie Pick a thick fickle brain apart, let it pickle in the jar Lock stock traffic cop, knocked out for tryna stick tickets on your caravan I'm that scallywag vagabond traveller man That reads tea leaves and casts spells like Saruman [Si Philli] The hard barrer Spirit of Che Guavara Rap bandits see me riding the track on a Kuwahara This is karma This dark guy lightin' for dark sky Spittin I'm bringin' sight to rappers like im arc eye Divine rhymer Lines finer than white china Illin' my spits, still comin' sharper than lime cider These real words we stay puffin' them ill herbs Flippin' the biggest scriptures Like its written by Spielberg [BVA] Free the music It's been caged till it became raged and abusive Escaped on some new shit Sewin' seeds like a dog with 2 dicks Now they're seein movements like some cockroaches moved in Duke Nukem Drink liquor till this jukes pukin' Beat loopin', speak truth and shit when its suitin' The sheep troopin' in the need to get white Cos comme ci, comme ça, no peace, no pipe [Cracker Jon] Ay yo i could do with two bun of the buddha skunk Kat im chewin up so just losing the funk Hoodie up and im screwing your mum A ruthless cunt True Anglo-Saxon words used from my tongue Abusing my lungs Drinking juice and rum So choose your way to depart this earth I'm getting scared when my heart hurts Hackin' barclays passwords I got a parched thirst [Jehst] On beat and off key So many white boys on the track steal the milkybars are on me Mr Dairylea Smoke cheese till my eyes turn so chinese I can barely see Turn the beat in to UFC blood sport Food on the table Money for the slum lord We puff draw in large amounts, much more Totally stonefaced Mount Rushmore [Jack Jetson] High writing this shit The sky scientist Jack climbin up the weedstalk to where the giant lives Kaleidoscope, tight-ropin' psychedelic cyclist Eyes closed mind open isometric spiralin' Sad rappers play the hypothetic violin Ain't got time to grin thats why humors stay as dry as gin Super human with the mutant thing that lies within Creepin' through the sewers like reptilians with slimy skin [Dirty Dike] Pit bike, prick on the back Half ounce of chop Shoutin' bollocks like I absolutely can't be stopped Take a Stanley to your string Gabanna rani top And stick a green banana up your rinky dinky party slot Pick a seat and you can get a free dick And sit and keep dog like my Pekinese bitch Mecca mecca means shit I kick a rapper in a piss cloud Make the shit evaporate away Shit now [Verb t] I punch drunk throwin jabs at a blurry shape Learnt my fate in the mud by the pearly gates I set the bar high, fools aren't reachin' it Yo look feeble kid, bro, do you even lift? (spot me bruv) I spun spells on these dumbells Send them all back to the bench looking unwell You're having issue with development I'm guessin' thats the reason why them fools stay negative [Sonnyjim] Brain stormin' Downpourin' A soundboardin' If its beef i bring it to your crib, like a housewarmin' Raps is poingant If I drive this joint in Thats a joint, actin' boistrous, packin# oysters Fandabadozi When you know I eat the canelloni On the case like Axel Foley All of these rappers know me Some of these trappers know me I grew up right around the corner cuzzy Ask your homie [Mysdiggi] Slicin' coconuts Toppin' up his isotopes Mys is known to magnify your focus more than rifle scopes Walking with the dead Soon sure to hit the ledge Not a task at all to answer all The voices in his head It's OJ before he stashed that glove Helpin you reach your final destination Quicker than your satnav does A badman Who has mad stance and packs that punch Let him know its never ending like a fat mans lunch Mother Lovers [Klashnekoff] Fuck a tweet chatter your beak And leeks pasa? Bet you if we catch you you'll leak your weak bladder Put ya strand on ya, ya piece and tell you no speak nadda This is people pieces, not sweet like its pina colada Or Tropicana, or any fool that's from the Bahamas No banana, no pineapple, no mango, no guava Nah its 'Lash man Back on my grizzle grind For rizzle for shankle for shizzle my nizzle my nine [Fliptrix] Couldn't sum this up like a monkey with an abacus Mad absinthe's eradicating any abstinence So far gone I need some psychoanalysis My biro writes through these time clock parameters Live life in the balance like a tightrope fanatic Flip lives long when the 5-0 hunt the cannabis It's like magic with a puff of the smoke how he vanishes Yet still pulls rabbits out the hat like Paul Daniels [Bill Shakes] Smell the vodka Do your for your bread and butter Slap ya out your Ralph Lauren teddy jumper Belly buster Lost your pill rent another Look mate I push weight Dont get toned up munchin' a tesco drug Lookin' like death warmed up I'll send the thunder Lightning quick Time to split Cause like minus 6 We ignite that piff Line of chizz, Heinekens and a tiny bitch [Eric The Red] It's Eric The Red The uncontrollable, unmouldable Unapproachable, know-it-all Your shit sounds watered down like its soluble Keep it low key like a crime thats unsolvable Like a bowlin' ball spinnin' in the alley Fuck wearin' a bally Chillin' in death valley Await the finale like a heavyweight title Without Bear Grylls livin' a life of survival [King Kashmere] The real pow wow not the fake vibrational Your row now quakes the foundational Listen to the don with the necronomicon in his palm And the fire that he vomits upon Hitch a ride then the comet is gone Til the next star system With orion girls droppin her thong All hail the mad titan The scavenger of flesh Tryna court the affections of the avatar of death [Remus] Chasin' rappers like the owe me somethin' I just updated This one on some whole new function They can't out run me I teleport em both and crumble Before armour make 'em disappear those two jumpers These ain't steps These leaps, those humungous You get trampled just for playin' games No jumanji Roll that dice And double when we roll up on him You couldn't Focus high enough to see the gold im ?? [Farma G] You little piggies pork bellied for the carnivore (a grudge match) I'm out huntin' with the dinosaur (don't mention age) I'm twice the man of war (jellyfish kids) Your skin blisters let me piss up on your poster board (AHHHHHHH...) You fuckin' egg fried gassin' Red face rotten psychopathic tiny accent?? The buddha face baby, toothache and headbangin' Lowlife, the reunion without the Braintax in [Chester P] My slang's [clarity?], words of a dirty feathered blitz Persecutin' verses emerging on empty headed kids Burst your purse in the search for a piece of solid food My world's a hurricane surroundin' me with solitude How many sheep are here to count before I fall asleep? A twisted guy in a permanent type of war with peace Supernaturally blessed with a dark omen The shark fin king of the start of your last moments

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Credits

Writers
  • Kashmere
  • Chester P
  • Farma G
  • Eric the Red
  • Bill Shakes
  • Fliptrix
  • Klashnekoff
  • MysDiggi
  • Sonnyjim
  • Verb T
  • Dirty Dike
  • Jack Jetson
  • Jehst
  • Cracker Jon
  • BVA
  • Smellington Piff
  • Phi-Life Cypher
  • Leaf Dog