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(Hook) |
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We got that B O O M B A P |
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From the B R O N Ecstasy |
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Do you C K W I L K |
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With the Legion, bring it live |
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Wherever we be |
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(Verse: Molecules) |
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Till I die, ? the two, all day I'm fresh |
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All day I flex, from London down, all day I flex |
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All day I rep', fuck a hater who all day slept |
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Come and go toe to toe with this twelve twelve vet |
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Or 21 on these broad day Tech, in pursuit of a dollar |
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Yo, fam, you know we all make steps |
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You know it's real when the boogie down, I play pro |
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But I still put a rookie down |
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Sound, few shooters, layin' niggas in my town |
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Wild cowboys, they still shakin' niggas down |
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I'm from the legacy, I'm bam butter (?) |
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That's a sonic, I used to rock beats cause for Madtronics |
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Back when the Knowledge was born, yeah, the mad goddess |
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Cheese line, seventeen, the grammar gave goddess(?) |
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Supply and demand done gain power |
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Movin' that work by the hour |
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Whether it be Rowls Beats or Sours |
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You can tell by the way I walk, the way I talk |
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It's clear that I come from the Bronx, New York |
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From Webbster to Watson F, all the way down to Pelham |
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Legion be the team, yea, I try to tell 'em |
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(Hook) |
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This is hip-hop, we want y'all to know |
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(Legion be reapin' it stere-ere-o) |
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You can take that everywhere you go |
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(Legion be reapin' it stere-ere-o) |
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You want more, we got some for sure |
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(Legion be reapin' it stere-ere-o) |
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On your mark, ready, let's flow |
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(Legion be reapin' it stere-ere-o) |
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(Verse: Chucky Smash) |
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Juvee down, chero-dynamic, escape the panic |
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Rescue the planet, leave it smashed up and damaged |
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Six the pinture, straight cognac, no mixture |
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Rumble in the Bronx, warriors, come and get ya |
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Slice of the cake, like enemas, fractions and dividends |
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Considering these rhymes and rhythm to a minimum |
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The synonyms, we figure it, we givin' 'em |
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People sicked out they mind, the thrill ill adrenaline |
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Now all the ladies and gentlemen, we peddlin' |
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Hip-hop in it, don't stop all the meddlin' |
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Come on, fam, we ? the medicine |
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Taste back when it go down to go better |
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Then wake up in the mornin' half nortin' with the stab |
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Legion buck wild betta flip through the styles |
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Like wo, the size ? break it down, here we go |
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Beats born back, the brothers, we got the flow |
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Ponks world wide, hey yo, we got's to go |
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Legion be rockin' it stereo, stereo |
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(Hook) |
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This is hip-hop, we want y'all to know |
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(Legion be reapin' it stere-ere-o) |
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You can take that everywhere you go |
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(Legion be reapin' it stere-ere-o) |
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You want more, we got some for sure |
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(Legion be reapin' it stere-ere-o) |
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On your mark, ready, let's flow |
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(Clap yo hands and say yea) |
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(Verse: Cee-Low) |
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Yo, my balls too big for skinny jeans, so |
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Lemme make this clear, nigga (?) eye bullvize in |
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It's neva made up, no make up, no make-belief |
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You, dicin' this bitch, I make her jump like trampolines |
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And my balls too hard for Cassey-o machines |
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When I spit, that's food for thought, fine cuisine |
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The Sean J, yo, that be my Constantine |
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The metaphor be dope, that means be time to lean |
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The Bronx bombers back in the screen be seen |
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So take a chill, for the next sight you see be a beam |
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Cruisers skrill, shut the echo, I be the fiend |
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Be fuckin' with this team, they get up here in yo jeans |
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I'm on my Dean, where the end justifies the means |
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I'm from the city where crackheads(?) defy the fiends |
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I speak the truth, you the line that sits in between |
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So take a look, this is how you redeem a regime |
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(Hook) |
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This is hip-hop, we want y'all to know |
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(Legion be reapin' it stere-ere-o) |
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You can take that everywhere you go |
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(Legion be reapin' it stere-ere-o) |
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You want more, we got some for sure |
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(Legion be reapin' it stere-ere-o) |
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On your mark, ready, let's flow |
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(Legion be reapin' it stere-ere-o) |
