Third Person

Lyrics

[Intro] Uh Guess who's back The unbreakable L.E.G.A.C.Y. (L.E.G.A.C.Y.) The mighty 9th Wonder (Mighty 9th Wonder) We the best in this sh... (Dream Merchant) Third Person Come on! [Verse 1] He's so smart with his, his flow hard as brick Hard dye, you'd agree, he's rebuilding Dark side of the league, he's a villain A shitty bad boy, a gritty black boy It's the African-American Idol If he raps again, he's sparing rivals Maybe he's too nice, lately live a blue life Mr. Try to Make It, this is why he waited He shoulda been signed, he shoulda been shine But some lights... take a while to get bright And some nights... takes a while to get right So what's left? A motherfuckin' death wish! He flips like Bronson — you want his dick? A condom Just roll back, he never holds back Just wait to hold his state NC like the late great Jimmy V [Hook] L.E.G is the shit so he speaks in third person Ahead of your shit, flow is heat in third person How is he so ill with no frill? How is he so real with no deal? L.E.G is the shit so he speaks in third person Ahead of your shit, flow is heat in third person How is he so ill with no frill? How is he so real with no deal? [Verse 2] A&R team searching, you can hear him on the Dream Merchant Win it all for all y'all Fuck what you hear Went from raw to rockstar in a couple years Two years of Mayhem, who here can face him? Can't exist without the writer Revenge of the Crouching Writer Last Dragon, sho'nuff the shit Burn out bags and blow out the mist Question: will he drop soon? Presence Gorilla Monsoon It's time to touch off On the grind like a BUS saw You heard he's on, on some shit Trust in he, with dirty arms Got some shit up his sleeve Missed a dirty rhyme, heard he spit it on one Heard him and 9th got fifty songs done Wanted man, he's restless Son of Sam's his best shit, anticipated more Then he waited to score, world predecessor Hit the clutch timer, you heard this before It's just a reminder... (Uh) [Hook] L.E.G is the shit so he speaks in third person Ahead of your shit, flow is heat in third person How is he so ill with no frill? How is he so real with no deal? L.E.G is the shit so he speaks in third person Ahead of your shit, flow is heat in third person How is he so ill with no frill? How is he so real with no deal? [Verse 3] He's Mr. Six Senses, he's quick to stick wenches Who want it, medieval — you want it? The kid's diesel Empire Leguizamo, J League in a zone Dyke Rosie O'Donnell in a league of her own He's all by himself like he's shooting a technical Brawl with itself, extraterrestrial He's not from here, he's from way out there He pops on ears, he don't play out gears Fresh from the Actor's Guild, best on the splash for real Fast like paintball, you mad 'cause he ain't y'all Veteran great styles, Leggy destroy on the track Ever since 8 Mile, every white boy wanna rap Bandwagons invaders, trash rapping it takes us To dumpsters and landfills, this Summer, bring back skills Who defeats me? You running your mouth I move CDs, huh... like Columbia House [Hook] L.E.G is the shit so he speaks in third person Ahead of your shit, flow is heat in third person How is he so ill with no frill? How is he so real with no deal? L.E.G is the shit so he speaks in third person Ahead of your shit, flow is heat in third person How is he so ill with no frill? How is he so real with no deal?