The Legacy

Machine gun rap for all my niggaz in the back

Stadium packed, linebacker nigga flashback

See through yellow lines

Rock a fly jersey in the summertime God

Magic marker rap, bleed benadine

Relaxed, wrote this, comin' at cha crab ass cope

And snatch ya ice off, chillin' in the back, throw the lights off

Waves, water blend, rhyme flow in slow motion

Thick snare, I'm feelin' like a snail in the ocean

What's your wish? Wanna Kringle like Kris?

Melodic single, dark snap a nigga just like fish

You fucked up, some rich niggaz you done test, yo

Select the wrong apartment and niggaz pulled up your dress

Style molest that, canal chain nigga where ya vest at

Flex'll make me wanna bless that, yo

Saddam Hussein niggaz light the torch, we flamin' niggaz

Autograph that, flatten all the main niggaz

It's yourz!

The world in the palm of your hand

It's yourz!

Twenty-three million of useful land

It's yourz!

The seed and the black woman

It's yourz!

Double LP from Wu-Tang Clan

It's yourz!

(Yo) it's yourz!

Super freak physique like Raphael Saadiq

Baby love the ganja leaf every day of the week

Super friends wake up, deluxe gourmet beats

The night is right, I might find me a suite

It's a quarter full moon, now I ride with my swoon

Well groomed, dance hall packed, full room

Lady move, peep my glide, peep my zoom

Keep in stride, smoke the lah smoke the boom

Feel the fumes, consume toxic tunes

Hell bound, species forty ounce typhoon

The ultraviolet scream machine move your body touch

The totem pole wobble Ark builders God rush

Beams of light, stop ya breathin', it's hunting season

Honey eye-ballin' down for no reason

Grab her close, play post, wind and wax floors

Never mind the laws, 'cause tonight

It's yourz

Stop the fader of the RAM, pass my watts through my pre-amp

Them can't stress the beat vamp the shit'll get blam

At full throttle, hot lead propels throughout my nozzle

Crack your soul like bottles, leave you stiff as models

You fag, you couldn't pull one drag off my blunt

You couldn't punch your way out of a wet paper bag

With scissors in your hands, bitch, the RZA

I stand close to walls, like Number Four the Lizard

Enchant a few solar panels, blast off like Roman Candles

Rap vandals, stomp your ass like Yahoo McDaniels

You cocker spaniel dogs, can't fuck with our catalog

Put your lights out and leave your brain inside a fog

It's only natural, actual facts are thrown at you

The impact'll blow trees back and crack statues

Million dollar rap crews fold, check the sick shit

Explicit, I crystalize the rhyme so you can sniff it

We live this, fitted hats low conceal the Crooked I

No surprise, verbal stick up, put 'em high

Rebel I, outlaw, split second on the draw

Blow the door off this shit, like bricks of C4

It's yourz!

The world in the palm of your hand

It's yourz!

Twenty-three million of useful land

It's yourz!

The seed and the black woman

It's yourz!

Double LP from Wu-Tang Clan (it's yourz!)

It's yourz!

It's yourz!

Check out my beaver, baby blue Glock in the safe

Seems Darthy and the God and get ski roll weight

We hold a belt, son, that's my word

Spot a rapper run him down, throw him out in the third, yo, check it

I think like the man behind a register

Evergreen smokin' estates, rhyme, and power made me treasurer

With third down, six to go, flash his strobe lights

I'm open RZA hit me off lovely and I love him

With root beer thoughts, here's a tennis court

For your birthday, the babyface of rap politic with Sade

Avenging eagle crooks rock the "W" in Spiegel books

Anheuser-Busch kings came through, and stopped your whole jooks

Spitfire Kangols, watch Tony train a gang of hoes

Painful like hearing the news, like when your man go

Ends blow, windy at times watch the room sheisty girl

Love to sit out this song, now watch your water break

It's yourz!

The world in the palm of your hand

It's yourz!

Twenty-three million of useful land

It's yourz!

The seed and the black woman

It's yourz!

Double LP from Wu-Tang Clan (it's yourz!)

It's yourz!