Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Legendary Mesh, artist - Step Brothers. Date of issue: 20.01.2014
Song language: English
Legendary Mesh |
| Tip is very smooth |
| Phife is very hype! |
| Gettin' money |
| The money is the main incentive |
| Forever I’ll remain inventive |
| They cut me out the womb |
| I hit the pavement and jetted straight out the fuckin' room |
| You must be sipping unleaded or sniffin' on the fumes |
| I grind the block till it’s shredded, wrapped in a mummy’s tomb |
| Top of the schnitzel is breaded |
| I’m a big boy, don’t give me no snacks |
| Animal head on the table, no plate, fresh off the axe |
| Blood dribblin' and drippin', my medicine is kryptonite for Clark Kent |
| That’s why I’m still scribblin' and scripting |
| Missle work off the same mound of dirt you’re pitchin' |
| Cut from a different type of thread when I’m stitchin' |
| Off the cable, human roach, I’m a bum, hold up the table |
| Money talks like spaghetti sauce with the basil |
| Finagle flavor like chives on a potato |
| See me swerving in that black Suburban in Laredo |
| (Tip is very smooth) |
| Ev is going off again |
| Still I’m so personal in third person offerings |
| Look Ma, verse is what I caught again |
| Said it to the mic and «poof!» |
| appeared an audience |
| (Phife is very hype!) |
| God damn, how did I get here? |
| How do I mesh with the legends from the best years |
| I mean those are real steps I gotta replay |
| I mean those are real vets without a VA |
| The southern C-A, the land of all deception |
| The plan is get a cannon and shoot to show who reps it |
| Flow connected, it wasn’t me but was arrested |
| Tryin' to catch a breath, deadly as asbestos |
| Sick as fuck, spit that shit that went on record |
| They couldn’t test it, as soon as they assessed it |
| The ink hit the page and then came the diagnosis |
| Then came the reign, then the violence and the roses |
| I shoot with the silence on a toaster |
| I swear to drunk I’m not God but getting closer |
| If the odds ain’t our favor they’re approaching |
| Then we even out then leaving out the ocean |
| To hit the world and rep my C-A shit |
| Understand I did that shit before I seen a chip |
| This the Tribe Called Quest that didn’t split |
| Banging the drums and stealing your kick |
| My brother Step |