Living Legends - War Games lyrics

I know where the music came from
I ain't a lame dumb dumb
Origin is respected but still we
Choose to come original
Down from my walk to my talkin'
Heads be out to please
The king Christopher Walken
A city with fly lingo and bad ass latinas
Got heads on this side
Biting styles still unequal
Unless you assimilate you
Never considered great
Demonstrate speech from your birth
Place you can't race
Disgraced by false handshakes
These punk rap dudes
Talk behind our back but they
Don't want the feud
A few of them seen the ads
Y'all helped us pay for
Now they say what's up in the club
What the fuck whore listen up bitch
You diss because you can't see
Born in California, rappin' NYC
Influence is golden but when mics is holding
I roll with the oath to
Spit what's never stolen
It keeps us out the mix shows
And the tape decks of 64's
Because we in the middle
We strangers to the riddle
For DJs who play this the bravest get propers
But most won't even touch this
Unless we sign to Rawkus

I met you twice before and shook your hand
You didn't feel it
Did it for the cap but should
Have acted like I'd peel it
Now I'm in the corner on
The burner in the back
Caught between the trunk bump and
The motherfucking boom bap
Bring the tune back
You're craps in the chop shop
Thermometer up your ass
That's the reason that I'm not hot
But, I got a fever times three for every CD
Bound to be the missing link
For those who want to meet me at the crossing
I'll be the one semi-flossing
With mega self-respect but a void
To go with that
Cause he's employed to act like he
Doesn't see the free man
Oops that's too much credit
I bet it isn't the plan
Freak of nature, I'm the stranger
You're bad with names bra
Change your views, I'm giving clues
Strangest news you're about to lose
Blame them fools who got the tools

I'd never consider moving out
When it comes to the coast I'm dwelling on
Hell if I ever switch up the weather
To fit what these other fellas are on
I cause a renaissance
Renovating creativeness on this side
Of the coast self hatred, radio stations
They play their shit while they
Brag and they boast
It's not about toe tagging with
A rag and a magnum it's all about respect
Caught in the middle without a clue
Legendary originality here to
Battle the fallacy
Here to put it down with my crew
Actually I'm open to any option
Except belly flopping
Over a sloppy copy of a Primo track
That's a fact action taken by middlemen
While you fiddle with pens and pronouns
Trying to pronounce like
Your pro-eastern affiliate
When I affiliate my style
With the golden state
While you're holding hate
Claiming to hold weight
Now, once you've walked in these boots
Doing a format like that is so fake
You're a dormant doormat
Wearing a whores hat
With a horrible imitation of
What you consider great
When that's only a bite
Your eyes are bigger than your stomach
So when you plummet into the darkness
We'll be rising into the light

I'm anti, but I'm not anti-social
You can feel it through my soul
My presence through my vocals
How the fuck they got fans
Man them niggas only local
Bitch we chase down the mic
And put you rhymes in a chokehold
I'm a pro bro
Comin' fresh ain't a problem so
Legends' got skills
Cause we're always evolvin'
And involvin' our self in the
Life of our fans
Revolvin' around them like the
Earth on it's axis
And neva payin' no taxes man
Firm in my shoes where I stand
Or a stranger to this land
With my choice of words I
Gain respect and proceed
They say if you don't succeed try
Try again my friend
Ya must make words blend within the beat then
Make it a part of this world
Make your mark on this earth
For what it's worth
Evade the demons while they lurk
In the envy of the jerks bi-coastal who smirk
At the talent and the balance
That shine in our work
The suckas love to hate us and
These girls love to flirt
Stranger to the under ground
Ya neva dug the dirt
True we blowin' up fool and
It hurts to be you
Still tryin' to sound like them
Just to make it through