Legends Lyrics by Company Flow

Legends Lyrics

    Whole lot of chumps turning hard on the radio (4X)
    The legends, go on back, my style is bizarre
    Course through my blood of course
    For the crews that was and the crews who would be

    Vainglorious
    Denomination of commonly monstrous caution blow the unit's sensation
    Fucking with your theology like Darwinism in the Bible Belt
    When I felt demagogueous, bogus spit kill abolish
    You haven't heard the foggiest fucking fact
    About L dash Hubbard uncorrupted
    Hovering above the gun was obstructed
    Missed me just as I constructed
    The facet of the fire was friendly as instructed
    I'm not trying to get flighty eight hundred
    Homosexual emcees receive five mics
    A bizarre world, where Co Flow is the new pop sensation
    With heavy Hot 97 rotation
    Call 'em as I smell 'em, the jooks that shook tell 'em
    3-2-1 contact I'm blessed, definitively not wack
    I got it made, you fight to march in the St. Patrick's Day parade
    Called what I thought I thought not the candle
    Spill another seed snip vasectomy (ow)
    How hard can that erection be now?
    They hit me before the case go to trial
    Twelve monkeys in a box without a witness to the style
    If monkeys on the cock were delicious non stop
    Aggravated hemorrhoids burn like TNT the efficient weed crops
    Independent as fuck as all senses
    You don't apply to my beautiful arrangment (sorry)
    I can range from cop killer to rapist to presidential assassin if I chose
    Simply for the sake of the derangement, but I don't
    And for the specs on my non-technologic pre-produce for lessons
    The tune carress tunes of the legends
    Exhume carcass to mark hits it's my honor
    For any cold reverse to turn loose on my brethren
    Justify my simple m.o. with some loving
    Utmost closed circuit
    Forced to tickle Elmo till he pissed in his little britches (Oh, stop)
    My troop talking to them as fierce may appear to act together
    Considerately hitting these switches
    Left side directs pestilence to these skies as dialects
    Right side locates and entertains the nearest clitoris
    Soul blade the hoes froze tyrants
    Closed to ultra-violence design bent, disrupted the alignment
    I brought on the napalm program the gas context
    Consumption people they expect it
    Caffeine machine, MSG
    Fluorocarbons, monoxides, perspective sets you free
    It's a voice soon El sets a trend
    Comply with exacto and cut for most tips
    I'm El-Producto, smoke a bong lies well
    Tribe of conspirators wants to infiltrate this
    My personal reflection on these legends got to be
    For the legends

    Any rapper on a label should resign and quit (4X)
    Take it back to kicking real shit (5X)

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