Living Legends - Nowyouno lyrics
[Living Legends - Nowyouno lyrics]
Local Talent
Ha ha it's going down right now
The proceeds from Grouch's album is
Going out to charity
Ha ha grouch ain't no racer! What? Saver!
Aye peep this right here
The light was on upstairs we was unprepared
For the next event but the circumstance left
A cool sense of surprise, eyes widen up
When some speakers with talons raise
The mic in the clutch
Right smack in the middle of it all
We continue with a smidgen
Of patience to deliver
Follow these messages translated aided
By a flow so similar to lettin' yourself go
Freely on the stand still
Patience wearing thin, but we wait
So we don't
So we ain't slow rollin' through the gate
As we raise fine art through
This origin hip hop
Undoubtedly rising to the top to be fresh
Equals me and my crew
The best way to kick it and forget about
The blues of not being on TV
Summon up the skills of comin' up
And summon all thoughts of creativity
Testin' your vicinity
I heard that good things come
To those who wait
But, I hate laggin' ass dead time
Like a line with no bait
And I be sittin' at the dock
Of the Bay fiendin' for mics
Dreamin' of nights where wishes come true
And the bitches come through
Where new Nikes are worn and
Warm meals are served
Along with any form of MC
Who had the bit of nerve
But, I observe that's not the case
At every time and place
I ask the future for the answers
To the questions that I face
I had a place called contentment but
The rent was too high
Got evicted from that shit now
I'm bent through the sky
I spy my patience like the enemy (enemy)
It's like a nation that pretends to
Be down until you turn around
I yearn for sounds of bliss so
Brisk you can't ignore them
And the more men who listen
The smoother my mission flows
Addiction grows like seeds as my
Need to achieve feeds me
I'll take a rest after the leave
Freely in the standstill
Patience wearing thin, so we wait
But we don't
So we ain't slow rollin' through the gate
As we raise fine art through
This origin hip hop
Freely in the standstill
Patience wearing thin, so we wait
But we don't
So we ain't slow rollin' through the gate
As we raise fine art through
This origin hip hop
Sending gifts of understanding to
Those not understood
Except the faggot ass MC's
No interpretation is good
That's how I'm living
That's my understanding unchanged
Or deranged by the city no matter how strange
My gauge is knocking
Full speed full throttle
Bust a bottle on the concrete
It's that's long lasting anger
Casting shadows over strangers
In front of Blondie's I slang tapes
Or at least attempt knowing nobodies
Exempt from being broke
Being a smoker I need loot for support
Getting the boot when I fish
The lake, no permanent residence
So I partake on a search
A bird without a perch
Specifically a crow lost in the hot snow
No nest, no money to invest
Scraping wood chips doused with resin
Mostly cess a little bit less then happy
I keep my penmanship on point
I said what I meant keeping
Two fingers to the joint
Wake, up, fool! (Now come on here, look look)
Do you wanna buy this shit or not?
I ain't got no time to listen
Do admission for promo?
Oh, no, don't make me get live
Half those arrogant DJ's got our
Shit but don't play it
Leavin' underground and MCs feelin'
Mad and underrated
I hated givin' a DJ my shit
Boy, I know he wanna ride the East coast dick
(get off they)
That's why I stopped goin' to in Frisco
(put your hands back down)
That's why I never kiss no ass to
Get 'em to bump my single
No, now they be like, 'Y'all is worldwide
Can I be your DJ?' (huh?)
And I think back to when your bitch made ass
Wouldn't give me no play in the Bay
Until you saw us kickin' it in Rap Pages (oh)
A rocket swingin' outta your
Bottles in Monte Carlo
You started trying to see we
Could control our destiny
Well those fools is scared to see
You be frontin' in the bar
Ridin' in your partner car
Talkin' bout shit you never gonna do
Thirty-five, broke but cool, walkin' your
Baby daughter to school, beeotch
(and that ain't even your baby) gimmie mine
Get out the way (ha ha)
Freely in the standstill
Patience wearing thin, so we wait
But we don't
So we ain't slow rollin' through the gate
As we raise fine art through
This origin hip hop
Freely in the standstill
Patience wearing thin, so we wait
But we don't
So we ain't slow rollin' through the gate
As we raise fine art through
This origin hip hop
Now ninety-nine percent of these
Motherfuckers out now don't
Know shit about sellin' they own tape
But give these niggas a deal
They bad as Superman without the cape, wait
When the album don't get bought
And the label drop your ass
(drop) you find out you wasn't
As fly as you thought caught ground zero
Another hometown hero turned has been
While me and my crew just look
At your ass then laugh
Then throw your tape out the
Window on the freeway
We finish the night countin' our money
From sellin' tapes the G way
And that's tax free, now if you ask me
All you signed motherfuckers need
To attend underground college
And under me attain the knowledge
On how to properly MC
I'm watchin' Rap City, MTV
Waitin' for somebodyto ring the gong
Yeah that video is hella fresh
But it ain't got shit to do with your song
Now not all these crews will ever
Know the meaning of payin' dues
But claimin' they mastered the lessons
But when they holdin' a drink and
A mic in the other hand
Become the meaning of stage presence?
And backstage can't protect you from the
Rage of this teenage wonder
Make you state your name
Rank and serial number
Before I put you under
And add another stripe to the coat
See I snipe to the throat
Will full metal jacket tactics
Cultivated on the streets of Mid City LA
Where niggas don't play that
You said that on the album you better live it
Or give that shit a rest
I'm tired of you motherfuckers not
Gettin' put to the test
And I'm not believing' that
You sockin' niggas
In the face just for breathing
Deceiving' the blind
Throwin' out swine to all
These starvin' minds
And you'll find none in which
You can compare me cause, I ain't done shit
Unless it's Legendary bitch
Freely in the standstill
Patience wearing thin, so we wait
But we don't
So we ain't slow rollin' through the gate
As we raise fine art through
This origin hip hop
Freely in the standstill
Patience wearing thin, so we wait
But we don't
So we ain't slow rollin' through the gate
As we raise fine art through
This origin hip hop
Freely in the standstill
Patience wearing thin, so we wait
But we don't
So we ain't slow rollin' through the gate
As we raise fine art through
This origin hip hop
The underground
Ha ha it's going down right now
The proceeds from Grouch's album is
Going out to charity
Ha ha grouch ain't no racer! What? Saver!
Aye peep this right here
The light was on upstairs we was unprepared
For the next event but the circumstance left
A cool sense of surprise, eyes widen up
When some speakers with talons raise
The mic in the clutch
Right smack in the middle of it all
We continue with a smidgen
Of patience to deliver
Follow these messages translated aided
By a flow so similar to lettin' yourself go
Freely on the stand still
Patience wearing thin, but we wait
So we don't
So we ain't slow rollin' through the gate
As we raise fine art through
This origin hip hop
Undoubtedly rising to the top to be fresh
Equals me and my crew
The best way to kick it and forget about
The blues of not being on TV
Summon up the skills of comin' up
And summon all thoughts of creativity
Testin' your vicinity
I heard that good things come
To those who wait
But, I hate laggin' ass dead time
Like a line with no bait
And I be sittin' at the dock
Of the Bay fiendin' for mics
Dreamin' of nights where wishes come true
And the bitches come through
Where new Nikes are worn and
Warm meals are served
Along with any form of MC
Who had the bit of nerve
But, I observe that's not the case
At every time and place
I ask the future for the answers
To the questions that I face
I had a place called contentment but
The rent was too high
Got evicted from that shit now
I'm bent through the sky
I spy my patience like the enemy (enemy)
It's like a nation that pretends to
Be down until you turn around
I yearn for sounds of bliss so
Brisk you can't ignore them
And the more men who listen
The smoother my mission flows
Addiction grows like seeds as my
Need to achieve feeds me
I'll take a rest after the leave
Freely in the standstill
Patience wearing thin, so we wait
But we don't
So we ain't slow rollin' through the gate
As we raise fine art through
This origin hip hop
Freely in the standstill
Patience wearing thin, so we wait
But we don't
So we ain't slow rollin' through the gate
As we raise fine art through
This origin hip hop
Sending gifts of understanding to
Those not understood
Except the faggot ass MC's
No interpretation is good
That's how I'm living
That's my understanding unchanged
Or deranged by the city no matter how strange
My gauge is knocking
Full speed full throttle
Bust a bottle on the concrete
It's that's long lasting anger
Casting shadows over strangers
In front of Blondie's I slang tapes
Or at least attempt knowing nobodies
Exempt from being broke
Being a smoker I need loot for support
Getting the boot when I fish
The lake, no permanent residence
So I partake on a search
A bird without a perch
Specifically a crow lost in the hot snow
No nest, no money to invest
Scraping wood chips doused with resin
Mostly cess a little bit less then happy
I keep my penmanship on point
I said what I meant keeping
Two fingers to the joint
Wake, up, fool! (Now come on here, look look)
Do you wanna buy this shit or not?
I ain't got no time to listen
Do admission for promo?
Oh, no, don't make me get live
Half those arrogant DJ's got our
Shit but don't play it
Leavin' underground and MCs feelin'
Mad and underrated
I hated givin' a DJ my shit
Boy, I know he wanna ride the East coast dick
(get off they)
That's why I stopped goin' to in Frisco
(put your hands back down)
That's why I never kiss no ass to
Get 'em to bump my single
No, now they be like, 'Y'all is worldwide
Can I be your DJ?' (huh?)
And I think back to when your bitch made ass
Wouldn't give me no play in the Bay
Until you saw us kickin' it in Rap Pages (oh)
A rocket swingin' outta your
Bottles in Monte Carlo
You started trying to see we
Could control our destiny
Well those fools is scared to see
You be frontin' in the bar
Ridin' in your partner car
Talkin' bout shit you never gonna do
Thirty-five, broke but cool, walkin' your
Baby daughter to school, beeotch
(and that ain't even your baby) gimmie mine
Get out the way (ha ha)
Freely in the standstill
Patience wearing thin, so we wait
But we don't
So we ain't slow rollin' through the gate
As we raise fine art through
This origin hip hop
Freely in the standstill
Patience wearing thin, so we wait
But we don't
So we ain't slow rollin' through the gate
As we raise fine art through
This origin hip hop
Now ninety-nine percent of these
Motherfuckers out now don't
Know shit about sellin' they own tape
But give these niggas a deal
They bad as Superman without the cape, wait
When the album don't get bought
And the label drop your ass
(drop) you find out you wasn't
As fly as you thought caught ground zero
Another hometown hero turned has been
While me and my crew just look
At your ass then laugh
Then throw your tape out the
Window on the freeway
We finish the night countin' our money
From sellin' tapes the G way
And that's tax free, now if you ask me
All you signed motherfuckers need
To attend underground college
And under me attain the knowledge
On how to properly MC
I'm watchin' Rap City, MTV
Waitin' for somebodyto ring the gong
Yeah that video is hella fresh
But it ain't got shit to do with your song
Now not all these crews will ever
Know the meaning of payin' dues
But claimin' they mastered the lessons
But when they holdin' a drink and
A mic in the other hand
Become the meaning of stage presence?
And backstage can't protect you from the
Rage of this teenage wonder
Make you state your name
Rank and serial number
Before I put you under
And add another stripe to the coat
See I snipe to the throat
Will full metal jacket tactics
Cultivated on the streets of Mid City LA
Where niggas don't play that
You said that on the album you better live it
Or give that shit a rest
I'm tired of you motherfuckers not
Gettin' put to the test
And I'm not believing' that
You sockin' niggas
In the face just for breathing
Deceiving' the blind
Throwin' out swine to all
These starvin' minds
And you'll find none in which
You can compare me cause, I ain't done shit
Unless it's Legendary bitch
Freely in the standstill
Patience wearing thin, so we wait
But we don't
So we ain't slow rollin' through the gate
As we raise fine art through
This origin hip hop
Freely in the standstill
Patience wearing thin, so we wait
But we don't
So we ain't slow rollin' through the gate
As we raise fine art through
This origin hip hop
Freely in the standstill
Patience wearing thin, so we wait
But we don't
So we ain't slow rollin' through the gate
As we raise fine art through
This origin hip hop
The underground
Add extended interpretation
If you know what the artist is talking about, can read between the lines, and know the history of the song, you can add interpretation to the lyrics. After checking by our editors, we will add it as the official interpretation of the song!
Latest added interpretations to lyrics