Lyrics Stereo - The Legion

Stereo

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