I see you on the corner Maybe little girls take their candy from you Maybe I see [?] Actually, I ought to stick my dick in your mouth Why I can use chemicals as imbalanced minerals of your state, of criminal Mischievous, bin-able, whatever you call that lyrical skill (And) And still it's no miracle that the serial world let you whip 'em with that milky sandwich You call it a flow, but fool, you don't even know what it means, the meaning is to understand emotion The word flow is best to describe the ocean tides That brought this body of this rapper who suddenly died in a cloud of clouds and gave me the evil eye to eye Tonight as we curses, come to mention, verses converse over your turf like Gargamel did to Smurf kids But I ain't receivin' a beatin' at the end of the show I grab an emcee by his toe to let him know where the tag goes, correct? Respect is given to true boys who be MCin' and seein' the world for what it is, for the showbiz Glamorous stars, black ass niggas in white shiny cars, a rental for they video, an AJ card, and after the shoot They troopin' a Pinto hella hard You know that old car that they moo-moo cow rides? Now you who ridin', ridin', but who ridin' wit' you? Just a switch to a bitch in the soul of a man and still can't handle the dismantle of your ego In front of yo' camaraderie, 'cause even your crew knew you couldn't slide a weave 'Cause you watery, know I'm the undisputed champ, mixed with a disillusioned confused fool like you, I'll get amped Gigawatts, now you see how a true nigga ties up with poetical patterns to have your ass served, on a platter It's like 2 reasons why you should never grab a mic in your life The foundation means elimination if you ain't hype And 2 reasons why you should never pick up the pen Living Legends serving all of y'all crews in the end 2 reasons why you should never grab a mic in your life The foundation means elimination if you ain't tight Now, I be on some whole other shit, some undercover shit, lovin' it 'Cause the unseen can be analysed and broken down Rockin' my [?] lowdown over my eyes To give me the element of surprise, so when a battle arrives, huh Not much in size, 5'9" in a buck 48 with the little Napoleon complex that might twist your face Plus, the case, it don't takes, it provide, so if we performing live, I'm guaranteed to be sellin' out And even if they bailin' out after our dope performance, it's going to be an enormous amount of hurt fans To convert to Murs fans, true underground shit so I keep every dollar that hits my hand Put it on a plane ticket to Japan, to show you that your world tour ain't shit Nobody gets a cut so I know we got the purest shit, sure to hit Like I was battin' the Grand, fuck blamin' everything that's whack in hip hop on you I'm slapping your A&R man, with the backhand that'd make Max Julien proud To put his rich ass back in place with the rest of the groupies in the crowd Talkin' loud, ain't sayin' nothin' Frontin' like you a lyricist, when you not complex, more like dot com sex Hella whack metaphors, sounding like Chino XL Dope verses on tracks, so I can put this shit up on wax, and stop serving sacks, strictly Living Legends at my back To add 5 more reasons why yo' ass shouldn't rap Like that! (Like that) Bug foundation! 2 reasons why you shouldn't pick up a mic in your life Foundation means elimination if you ain't hype 2 reasons why you shouldn't pick up that pen 'Cause Living Legends will be serving every crew in the end It's like 2 reasons why you shouldn't pick up the mic in your life Foundation means elimination if you ain't tight 2 reasons why you shouldn't pick up that pen Living Legends will be serving every crew in the end Man, what the fuck?! Every fuckin' time you go into a record store it's some more whack shit Ayy, stop that shit! (Fuck you, cuh, biah!) What the fuck is goin' on now, how did hip-hop get to this point? Where I'm forced to come forth and anoint the microphone Words to bring death to these faggot emcees like Jimmy Jones Destroying any clones, similar to Roy Jones, so after the bells ringin' I'm still swinging, to do permanent damage, leaving you with a foundation sticker on your forehead As a bandage, Murs, who better to plan this attack? Not sayin' I hate every whack MC, see some of my best friends is whack But the fact that lack of talent leaves the game imbalanced We come to even out the scale, breathin' on beats to make mail Never fail to come fresh with free flowin', like the blood inside my chest From too much Bangalore Ganesh Beadies for y'all not knowin' the underground's growin' at an alarming rate And I know the industry hates to see us do it independent The underground lifestyle not recommended for the weak of heart So speak your part if you really about playin' If not, I'll put my middle finger in your mouth, I give a fuck what you say Bitch How the Legends do it How it's supposed to be done How the Legends do it How it's supposed to be done How the Legends do it Le- l- l-l- l- l- Legends do it How it's supposed to be done How the Legends do it How it's supposed to be done How the Legends do it Le- le- Legends do it Le- Legends do it Le- le- Legends do it