Legacy

Lyrics

[Intro] T-minus 10, 9, 8 We have a go for main engine start 5, 4, 3, 2, 1 [Verse 1] I got the block warm, tear it apart for 'em Time to lock horns, knowledge my art form Warriors spirit be the best by far Still smash guitars like some pill poppin' rock stars Killer machine, killer regime Glimmer on your game screen, underground to the mainstream Be it a classical antique, three-sixty circle Switch on these niggas like it's a dress rehearsal Live in the fire, keep the gig crispy Feed the friction, don't try to fix me One man down, calling the substitution Second Chess move, that be the revolution I want it right now, tearing the house down High self-esteem, I'm showin' out now Smokin' my ounce now, missin' my bread Job on my head, high bread, two points on the spread Embrace the come up, the funky drumma' Til' the casket drop, last shot beat the buzzer Remy guzzler, street peddler, head hunter, underground street thriller beneath the bunker Fish like cement gettin' my chips off Chippin' my bricks off, NFL kick-off Iconic symbol, that be that global force My grand gesture surrounded by my train of thought Translucent lamps, top of weed stalks Licking my own wounds, I don't need salt I speak outlandish, a thousand volts when I talk I knew Spanish, a hardball on the court Hands on the pot, a heavy portion Mix crack with the rap, product scorchin' Check out my melody, hardcore density A beasting pregnancy, the swarm start the legacy [Chorus] Rhymes for a hundred years, this is my legacy Pen and pad, sweat and tears, what a legacy Words massage your ears After I'm gone, these words be my legacy Rhymes for a hundred years, this is my legacy Pen and pad, sweat and tears, what a legacy Words massage your ears After I'm gone these words be the legacy [Verse 2] After twenty-two long, hard years I'm still writin' After I'm gone, they still be recitin' Birth of the boss starts with the indictment "Get in that cell, nigga," starts the rhymin' Booked my first studio session on consignment Test my pen against the beat for alignment Push through the Winter Warz, there with refinement One stroke on the paper killed all you green giants Long after I'm gone the song lives on Words get recited through the mouth of my first born The powers on without the plug, still strong Microphone king kong write for eight hours long Local niggas won't be bigga than B.I.G I speak lines stay jig in your ribs with a quick jib Sore losers always tendering it Nervous nigs always smoke packs of cigs Action packs that big [Chorus] Rhymes for a hundred years, this is my legacy Pen and pad, sweat and tears, what a legacy Words massage your ears After I'm gone, these words be my legacy Rhymes for a hundred years, this is my legacy Pen and pad, sweat and tears, what a legacy Words massage your ears After I'm gone these words be the legacy