Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Legend Has It, artist - Run the Jewels.
Date of issue: 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 |