Legacy

In minus 10, 9, 8, we have a goal for main engine start We have main engine start 4, 3, 2, 1, zero lift off I got the block warm. Tear it apart for 'em Time to lock horns, Knowledge my art form Warrior spirit be the best by far Still smash guitars like some pill-popping rockstars Killer machine, killer regime, glimmer on your game screen Underground to the mainstream Be the classical antique, 360 circle Switch all these niggas like it's dress rehearsal Live in the fire, keep the gang crispy Peak the friction, don't try to fix me One man down, call in the substitution Second chess move, that be the revolution I want it right now, Tearing the house down High self-esteem, i'm showing out now Smoking my ounce now Missing my bread Gyro my head, High bread, two points on the spread Embrace the come up, the funky drummer 'Til the casket drop, last shot, beat the buzzer Remy guzzler, street peddler, head-hunter Underground street thriller, beneath the bunker Fists like cement, hitting my chips off Tipping my bricks off, NFL kick off Iconic symbol, that be a global voice My grand gesture surrounded by my train of thought Translucent lamps. topping some weed stalks Licking my own wounds, I don't need salt I speak outlandish, 1000 volts when I talk I knew Spanish, i hablo on the court Hands on the pot, a heavy portion Mix crack with the rap Product's scorching Check out my melody Hardcore density, a bee sting pregnancy The swarm start the legacy Rhymes for 100 years This is my legacy Paid in past. sweat and tears, what a legacy Words massage your ears The ears, the ears After i'm gone, these words be my legacy Rhymes for a hundred years This is my legacy Paid in past sweat and tears, what a legacy Words massage your ears The ears, the ears After i'm gone, these words be the legacy After 22 long, hard years I', m still writing After I'm gone they still be reciting it Birth of the boss, starts with the indictment Get in that cell nigga, starts the rhyming Booked my first studio session No one co-signed me Test my plan against the beat for alignment Pushed through the winter was There with refinement One stroke of 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 power's on, without the plug still strong Microphone King Kong, write for eight hours strong Local niggas won't get bigger than BIg I speak lines, stay jigging your ribs with a quick jib Sore losers always tend to renege Nervous niggas smoke packs of cigs Action packs that big (Big, big, big) Rhymes for a hundred years This is my legacy Paid in past sweat and tears, what a legacy Words massage your ears The ears, the ears After i'm gone, these words be the legacy Rhymes for a hundred years This is my legacy Paid in past sweat and tears, what a legacy Words massage your ears The ears, the ears After i'm gone, these words be the legacy