Legacy

In minus 10, 9, 8, we have a goal for main engine start

We have main engine start 4, 3, 2, 1, zero lift off

I got the block warm.

Tear it apart for 'em

Time to lock horns,

Knowledge my art form

Warrior spirit be the best by far

Still smash guitars like some pill-popping rockstars

Killer machine, killer regime, glimmer on your game screen

Underground to the mainstream

Be the classical antique, 360 circle

Switch all these niggas like it's dress rehearsal

Live in the fire, keep the gang crispy

Peak the friction, don't try to fix me

One man down, call in the substitution

Second chess move, that be the revolution

I want it right now,

Tearing the house down

High self-esteem, i'm showing out now

Smoking my ounce now

Missing my bread

Gyro my head,

High bread, two points on the spread

Embrace the come up, the funky drummer

'Til the casket drop, last shot, beat the buzzer

Remy guzzler, street peddler, head-hunter

Underground street thriller, beneath the bunker

Fists like cement, hitting my chips off

Tipping my bricks off, NFL kick off

Iconic symbol, that be a global voice

My grand gesture surrounded by my train of thought

Translucent lamps. topping some weed stalks

Licking my own wounds,

I don't need salt

I speak outlandish,

1000 volts when I talk

I knew Spanish, i hablo on the court

Hands on the pot, a heavy portion

Mix crack with the rap

Product's scorching

Check out my melody

Hardcore density, a bee sting pregnancy

The swarm start the legacy

Rhymes for 100 years

This is my legacy

Paid in past. sweat and tears, what a legacy

Words massage your ears

The ears, the ears

After i'm gone, these words be my legacy

Rhymes for a hundred years

This is my legacy

Paid in past sweat and tears, what a legacy

Words massage your ears

The ears, the ears

After i'm gone, these words be the legacy

After 22 long, hard years I', m still writing

After I'm gone they still be reciting it

Birth of the boss, starts with the indictment

Get in that cell nigga, starts the rhyming

Booked my first studio session

No one co-signed me

Test my plan against the beat for alignment

Pushed through the winter was

There with refinement

One stroke of the paper killed all you green giants

Long after I'm gone the song lives on

Words get recited through the mouth of my first born

The power's on, without the plug still strong

Microphone King Kong, write for eight hours strong

Local niggas won't get bigger than BIg

I speak lines, stay jigging your ribs with a quick jib

Sore losers always tend to renege

Nervous niggas smoke packs of cigs

Action packs that big

(Big, big, big)

Rhymes for a hundred years

This is my legacy

Paid in past sweat and tears, what a legacy

Words massage your ears

The ears, the ears

After i'm gone, these words be the legacy

Rhymes for a hundred years

This is my legacy

Paid in past sweat and tears, what a legacy

Words massage your ears

The ears, the ears

After i'm gone, these words be the legacy