Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Legend Has It , by - Run the Jewels. Release date: 24.12.2016
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Legend Has It |
| Hear what I say, we are the business today |
| Fuck shit is finished today (What) |
| RT and J—we the new PB & J |
| We dropped a classic today (What) |
| We did a tablet of acid today |
| Lit joints with the matches and ashes away |
| SKRRRT! |
| We dash away |
| Donner and Dixon, the pistol is blasting away |
| Doctors of death |
| Curing our patients of breath |
| We are the pain you can trust |
| Crooked at work |
| Cookin' up curses and slurs |
| Smokin' my brain into mush |
| I became famous for flamin' you fucks |
| Maimin' my way through the brush |
| There is no training or taming of me and my bruh |
| Look like a man, but I’m animal raw |
| We are the murderous pair |
| That went to jail and we murdered the murderers there |
| Then went to Hell and discovered the devil |
| Delivered some hurt and despair |
| Used to have powder to push |
| Now I smoke pounds of the kush |
| Holy, I’m burnin' a bush |
| Now I give a fuck about none of this shit |
| Jewel runner over and out of this bitch |
| Woo! |
| Woo! |
| Step into the spot like, woo! |
| Woo! |
| Copping of uppers and downers get done |
| I’m in a rush to be numb |
| Droppin' a thousand ain’t much |
| Come from the clouds |
| On a missile to turn this whole town into dust |
| Don’t make a sound, baby, hush |
| I am the living swipe right, on the mic I’m a slut |
| I don’t know how to not spit like a lout |
| I’ll spill a pound of my kids on your couch |
| Half of a mongrel and mythical team |
| Villainous treacherous things |
| Legend says El is a spawn out of Hell |
| The myth is my mama’s a murderous queen |
| Your life can end like in Godfather 1 |
| You get the gun as I christen my son |
| If I die today and it’s Hell I should pay |
| Tell the Lord «Mikey said, „Fuck, it was fun“» |
| Every new record’s my dick in a box |
| We get a doozy, the moola’s a lock |
| You’re getting used to me doing no wrong |
| I don’t play chicken, you prick, I’m a fox |
| You wanna kick it, I’ll give you the rocks |
| You kiss the wood chipper blade if you bark |
| I’m fuckin' magic, in fact I’m a warlock of talk |
| I got a unicorn horn for a (Stop) |
| Woo! |
| Woo! |
| Step into the spot like, woo! |
| Woo! |
| And the crowd goes RTJ! |
| And the crowd goes RTJ! |
| And the crowd goes RTJ! |
| And the crowd goes RTJ! |
| RTJ! |
| RTJ! |
| RTJ! |
| RTJ! |
| Mike Pentangeli won’t snitch |
| I’ll rent a room at the Ritz |
| I’ll sip a fifth of the whisk |
| I’ll smoke a dub in the tub |
| Then I will split both my wrists |
| I’ll pull a sword on you simps |
| Just with a flick of the wrist |
| Get your neck giving up mist |
| Me and Mike skip away whistlin' and grin |
| Every day’s golden when you only win |
| Bullyin' bastards and beatin' on beats |
| Sounds like a day at the beach, preach |
| I keep it middle school, step on your feet |
| Before you can speak, blaow! |
| to the teeth |
| We move among the ones you think are meek |
| You think I’m lion, you right, see my teeth |
| Don’t be a bore when I’m roaring vamoose |
| Hunting’s no fun when your prey doesn’t move |
| I’ll put a gun to a bunny like choose |
| Say somethin' funny or bunny go boom |
| You got a bevy of shit you could groove |
| We’d like to thank you for choosing our crew |
| And that’s from the crew you can trust |
| Warranty plus for fuckin' shit up |
| We are the no-gooders, do-gooders |
| Known to the dancers and dealers and doers of dust |