TKO

[L.E.G.A.C.Y.] I'm back to the grit, kind of like breakfast Back on some shit, you kind of like smelt it Sand in your city and this is all real Asking bitches "Did you miss me?" like I'm Varnell Hill Sha-boing boing, classic as that two-sided coin join The best writer since the Donald Goines joints I'm throwing lunch back, L.E.G.'s waiting on dinner I got my buzz back like Kevin Bacon on "Tremors" Better hold something cause I'm shaking things up Throw something? Nah I'm breaking things up I'm flipping over tables in meetings with the labels Wrote a letter to the industry, it says "I will save you" Sincerely yours, the Carolina savior Settle the score, I don't care for these majors Run deep in still waters, H-O-J Suicide's flawless, that's the only way [Phonte] Yeah, let me at 'em Aha ... time to head buss 'em If they really wanted war, they would've said something Labels, I don't trust 'em Cause if they can't market a Pooh, sell a 'Te or break a +L.E.G.+, fuck 'em Was on my F.E. shit for the past year Travelling all around the world singing to Mademoiselles But I knew that if y'all saw "featuring Phonte" on this record And I only did a hook, then y'all would be mad as hell So I had to take it back to the old 'Te I mean the Bull City, Cornwallis rolled 'Te The ten dollars in his pocket, still bold 'Te The why-the-fuck-can't-he-ever-do-what-he-told 'Te Because if you can't fear me then you are clearly One of the dumbest niggas since O.J This is my TKO, I mean my Typical Kirk Out "'Te got the best workout" what them hoes say [Chaundon] Come on man, who fucking with Chaundon? Lit up the entire situation like the complexion of Krondon Ain't a Craftmatic that I won't lay ya moms on Bust two nuts and then I'm gone Swear these rap niggas is Norm Bates dressing like women Back then they be gay, but today they make a killing? Faggots keep they feet towards the ceiling That Louis Vuitton rap is all wack, who said it was appealing? Ten bars in, another Technical Knock Out Wack rappers always use the term "hating" as a cop-out Step to your punk-ass army But y'all don't want a war, y'all throwing towels in as if you doing laundry Bad for your health, got news for you niggas Need a noose for you niggas, go and hang yourself If you mad then you considered a bitch There's more wack niggas in the game than Jews printed on the Schindler's List [Sean Price] One part Henny, one part Hypno A +Slice+ of +Kimbo+ and a pinch of Apocalypto Animal bars, niggas is Granola raps Richard nut-hugging jeans, dude got rough, rugged bean brr!! Fuck the colorful tight shit Michelle ended cello, hello, lovable dyke shit I might hit niggas with all my mic lift Niggas on the phone, telling +dog+ you +Mike Vick+ Brr! I smoke a doobie with the rascals Hardcore boom, no room for Lupe Fiascos Don't rhyme for robots, rap for mo' gwap My stock rising, so I ride with the fo' cocked No stash box, I keep it in my lap And I ain't stopping for cops, believe a nigga' raps Leave it at that, Sean Price, Kareem Said Put hands on a nigga when he stain my weed Brr! Motherfucker ... haha