Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Legendary, artist - Kool Keith. Album song Diesel Truckers feat. KutMasta Kurt, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 31.07.2004
Record label: Threshold
Song language: English
The Legendary |
I know the game bro, I count the same dough |
P.I. |
style, gators with the Kangol |
I move on the floor, hit the towel, same flow |
60 minutes on stage, spectacular show |
Kurt on the turns, edged up with sideburns |
We do the thing right, we do the thing tight |
The press is there, we get you out the spotlight |
You think you hot right, over like Cartwright |
You can’t even rhyme, I leave you when you start to write |
Cash and run, yo cash in son |
How you gon’take me, I heard of you vaguely |
Strictly the master, you can’t game me We sport the Kangols with the flyest clothes |
The legendary, the metaphor king with metaphor swing |
Collect our checks and take the girls home |
You know you rappers are lame, full time I’m runnin the game |
Momentum I get 'em I spit 'em with venom |
My cadences hit 'em, like his girl babysit him |
You know the facts, clone stage put your acts on Gas up, you pump up, with the Exxon |
Girls get wet, spin around, break your neck |
Like Crazy Legs, Adidas suits start to break and sweat |
Come out retirement, fools come and place your bet |
You just a gay non-kitten that I gotta pet (MEOW!) |
I’m climbin up, role call, I ain’t finished yet |
Speed is hype feed, offbeat you regret |
Catch the breeze, stop and ease |
Stop it please, now you phony kid you tryin to jet |
I set up roadblock, rock 'em sock 'em like a robot |
Women touch theyself, grab they parts for delf |
Man you stay on the shelf, can a man flow? |
Can a man go, right at the place |
At nighttime, watch me glow, get on the field |
Quarterback, watch me throw, watch me flow |
Turn around, put up your names up, fire and flames up Come and you came up, change the game up Talk and walk, talk and hawk |
Jock me now, jock me later, your DJ slide |
Kicked his mix down to the fader |
Voicemail, hit your man on his pager |