Living Legends - War Games Lyrics
[PSC]I know where the music came from, I ain't a lame dumb dumbOrigin is respected but still we choose to come originalDown from my walk to my talkin'Heads be out to please the king Christopher WalkenA city with fly lingo and bad ass latinasGot heads on this side biting styles still unequalUnless you assimilate you never considered greatDemonstrate speech from your birth place you can't raceDisgraced by false handshakes, these punk rap dudesTalk behind our back but they don't want the feudA few of them seen the ads y'all helped us pay forNow they say what's up in the club! What the ***** whore!?Listen up *****, you diss because you can't seeBorn in California rappin' N Y CInfluence is golden but when mics is holdingI roll with the oath to spit what's never stolenIt keeps us out the mix shows and the tape decks of 64'sBecause we in the middle, we strangers to the riddleFor DJs who play this the bravest get propersBut most won't even touch this unless we sign to Rawkus![The Grouch]I met you twice before and shook your handYou didn't feel itDid it for the cap but should have acted like I'd peel itNow I'm in the corner on the burner in the backCaught between the trunk bump and the mother*****ing boom bapBring the tune back,You're craps in the chop shopThermometer up your assThat's the reason that I'm not hotBut I got a fever times three for every CDBound to be the missing linkFor those who want to meet me at the crossingI'll be the one semi-flossingWith mega self-respect but a void to go with thatCause he's employed to act like he doesn't see the free manOops that's too much credit, I bet it isn't the planFreak of nature, I'm the stranger, you're bad with names braChange your views, I'm giving cluesStrangest news you're about to loseBlame them fools who got the tools.[Eligh]I'd never consider moving outWhen it comes to the coast I'm dwelling onHell if I ever switch up the weatherTo fit what these other fellas are onI cause a renaissanceRenovating creativeness on this side of the coastSelf-hatred, radio stationsThey play their shit while they brag and they boastIt's not about toe tagging with a rag and a magnumIt's all about respectCaught in the middle without a clueLegendary originality here to battle the fallacyHere to put it down with my crewActually I'm open to any option, except belly floppingOver a sloppy copy of a Primo track, that's a factAction taken by middlemenWhile you fiddle with pens and pronounsTrying to pronounce like your pro-eastern affiliateWhen I affiliate my style with the golden stateWhile you're holding hate, claiming to hold weightNow, once you've walked in these bootsDoing a format like that is so fakeYou're a dormant doormatWearing a whores hatWith a horrible imitation of what you consider greatWhen that's only a bite.Your eyes are bigger than your stomachSo when you plummet into the darknessWe'll be rising into the light.[Aesop]I'm anti, but I'm not anti-socialYou can feel it through my soulMy presence through my vocals"How the ***** they got fans?Man them niggas only local."***** we chase down the micAnd put you rhymes in a chokeholdI'm a pro bro, comin' fresh ain't a problem soLegends' got skillsCause we're always evolvin'And involvin' our self in the life of our fansRevolvin' around them like the earth on its axisAnd neva payin' no taxes manFirm in my shoes where I standOr a stranger to this landWith my choice of words I gain respect and proceedThey say if you don't succeed try, try again my friendYa must make words blend within the beat thenMake it a part of this world, make your mark on this earthFor what it's worth, evade the demons while they lurkIn the envy of the jerks bi-coastal who smirkAt the talent and the balance that shine in our workThe suckas love to hate us and these girls love to flirtStranger to the under ground, ya neva dug the dirtTrue we blowin' up fool and it hurts to be youStill tryin' to sound like them, just to make it through!!!!
