Voices

"He's a living legend.." [Murs the Problem Child] Damn! Y'all fools conceited -- reaction to the title Heard the first time but quickly changed your mind Once the performance is completed -- seated in the back Too cool to throw yo' hands up; I never quite understood Alla that -- what you too tough to have fun? Frisked at the door so I know it ain't the gun In your waistline that got you shootin daggers in my face When I rhyme -- times done changed and it's strange Got motherfuckers ain't smiled at a rap show in a while Probably since the Fresh Prince was in style So it's apparent that you just don't understand The meanest mug in the club, don't make yo' ass the man Now if you wanna be a fan then that's fine But all I really wanna do is just break through to your mind And show you just because you did some hood time Don't make it impossible to have a good time when you out See where I'm from, it's the hardest motherfuckers come to party All shermed out, so what's this really all about? You gelled, cause this man's double L, well hell PSC tells me, it's jealousy that grips the heart Quit wasting playing hard roles, when yo' ass is Really just a mark and I should NEVER feel threatened Cause you see that man behind me? MURS.. U.. R.. S.. "He's a living legend.." [PSC - Mr. Goliath2U] When night falls I enter; being of a higher breed Of emcee I'll injure all these would-be rap crews The wannabe phat fools, coulda been rap dudes Refuse em resist em like Prop 187 do Mexicans Again and again, it's the Legends Lucky am I on wax, and on everyone's tape PSC the best friend of chorus The poorest excuse for you, to quit your boyfriend Just give him a chance (baby baby gimme one more chance) He'll rap right, if not, check my mic all night I rap tight, see me catching flights At the international terminal, where you don't go So don't go and diss, big groups, will get ripped And tripped by mic cords, and choked, with cordless A gift, of smooth talk, walk the walk of a winner Far from a beginner, guess who's for dinner? [The Crow Eligh] Cerebral tornadoes rip logic like frolicking paperbacks The tone is incomplete extension, in all of the later tracks Extracting vitamins, from machinery that creates it As long as the people are fiending for the truth And not counterfeit, I'm the bounty sheriff merit holder Winner of awards in the midst, of clashing swords It's match point on the court, a point is scored Referee the rest will see my yellow warning on the toilet seat At least I have my dignity, infinity, a legendary entity forever "He's a living legend.." [Aesop] A legendary flame of a character with no name Same instance, persistance to have latitudes Bruise your knees, you will lose A life or limb, whichever you choose Find some foe in him, words tend to catch a phrase That will amaze most from the gazing point, with a judgment standard Categorized into a tainted picture before it gets a chance to be painted There's no blanket for the truth (I can't see!) I got a loose end of a lie, this amateur he tried to get by The size is more greater, and equator more immense Since it makes more sense to make some sense, or maybe you know Out of these weak ass rhymes you roam but you stay in flow In this dense a body of mockery [BFAP Jenkins] Black lightning lighting up the sky, fighting the type Copywriting history -- writing transistory Bay lines for your mind everytime we enter the stage We split and fade, most, Sunspot Jonz, toast Goodbye to crust emcees; often lonely and homely If you could only capture the power of love Like ten albums in this glove, R.B.I While you hittin pop flies.. and sacrifice your life And die in hurricane and methane We below shit like propane, Living Legends spiritual cocaine In a line if you know What's up with the times cause we straw the line (we straw the line) Kuro manashino renso gusonto kunoki dusu bushiten nori ichi nichi Ningen katabe dudyo noso gudyo moto niha idahe {*mumbled*} dori oku Poto da ako bonuke ich saga shigasha ach kara godondo saga de-ku pokorono Naka karawaki dede koro iki kata saka sama nohaso dede disura kohan, tabewan [The Grouch] Let's get literal it's me and my team, I got a dream ("He's a living legend..") and a clean way to achieve it I conceived it myself, with a little bit of help, from my friends Made amends with my soul, now I'm ready to begin First ingredient is dope shit, and fool we already wrote it Mix up with the motives now we're forming perfect batter Had a vision it would burn, if I measured too precisely I add a pinch here and, there if the spice be right We might prepare this feast for many thousands So eat when you're aroused and enjoy -- Legendary bitch! "He's a living legend.." (3X) ("He's a..") 3X "He's a living legend.." (4X)