Living Legends - Real Slow the Fast Way lyrics

Creative differences2000 (and one)
Everybody guess WHAT? (what?)

Double-L one for the "Living" and the
Other for the "Legends"
We the dopest out the west
And we don't give a fuck
Who you like, who you don't
What they write, what they wrote
Cuz we dope and they SUCK! Dick, balls, ass
What?
Fuck out my face cause you talk too much
(What?) Repeated thru-out current rhyme
And you won't do much but throw a peace sign
Kick a freestyle then be out (OUT)
I'm drunk and I don't play
And I will punch you-in-the-mouth (MOUTH)
You know Murs
Little brother to the Journeymen (who?)
Laying blaze to the track
'till I'm burning it (Oh)
Who you think put the tour in the tournament?
(who?)
Run my 60-second intervals, one in mind
My pinnacle
So once again, respect is permanent
Heard of him? But, I know they have
Every mike I grab gets rocked well
Never fuck a girl with a crotch-smell
Just "Put it in Her Mouth" like Akinyele
Still do it with class, don't drop, fail
I'm a hot sale, and a "best buy"
Not the "bad dude" but the best guy
(best guy)
And unless my, memory serves me incorrectly
My shows still dope, my flow's on point
And bitches must respect me
Not sexy, or cute
But, I got one verse that'll kill your
Whole group and you STILL won't shoot
With a bodyguard-troop, and
A bulletproof suit
Trying to pull a deuce-deuce
In the face of a cannon I'm
Standing and demanding my respect, now!

Hands up! Put your L's in the sky
Take heaven on earth
Give 'em hell 'till you die!
Hands down! We the dopest underground
With the beats and the rhymes
You don't wanna fuck around!

Look, PROGRESSIVE is my nature
And I hate to bust your bubble
But, I'm faded, soldiers waited and I'm out
Looking for trouble
Might rumble with your crew
But never fumble with my brew
And if I stumble into you
Now that's just something that I do!
Might spit to your girl with a breath full of
"Earl" in the morning I won't mean it
Might piss on your rug, pass out in your tub
Next day I'll go and clean it
I'm a GENIUS! When it
Comes to doing dumb-shit, homie trust me
But never gettin' faded as that
Night the police cuffed me
I'm lucky, in a bad way
Like free cigarettes on a bad day
Or a? in your ashtray, trying
To do it "Real slow, the FAST WAY"
I'm a class A asshole, a first-degree fool
You might think it's not
But "Fuck you" I think it's cool
I drool in my sleep cause
I'm dreaming about a mil
Not the kind you keep
The kind that keeps your pockets filled
Not a lot of skill when
It comes to "the game"
But a sucker for a broad
With a real tight frame
And I won't feel sane 'till I hear her name
So I walked up to her and I spilled my brain
(Girl I'm looking at that tattoo on
The small of your back
Give me your number and one night
And you'll be calling me back
Won't you let me pick you up and
You can fall in the 'Lac
And take a trip between your hips
Now whats the problem with that?)

Put your ass on my dick
And a glass your lips
Let's get this party started
I'm a grind you from behind until
I find you broken hearted
And I'm in this thought of
Friendship with the benefit's imparted
I hope your not offended cause all
Men are not cold hearted
I'm an artist under influence, I'm INNOCENT
Regardless!
I'm an artist under influence, I'm innocent
Regardless various Murs chatter until end