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Legends Lyrics - Singles - Company Flow

Whole lot of 

Whole lot of chumps turning hard on the radio 

The legends, go on back, my style is bizarre 

Whole lot of chumps turning hard on the radio 

Course through my blood of course 

Whole lot of chumps turning hard on the radio 

For the crews that was and the crews who would be 

Whole lot of chumps turning hard on the radio 

Vainglorious 

 

Denomination of commonly monstrous caution blow the units 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 

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 arrangement 

(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 caress 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 

Any rapper on a label should resign and quit 

Any rapper on a label should resign and quit 

Any rapper on a label should resign and quit 

 

Take it back to kicking real shit 

Take it back to kicking real shit 

Take it back to kicking real shit, real shit 

Take it back to kicking real shit 

Take it back to kicking real shit, real shit 

 

Real shit 

Real shit 

Real shit 

Real shit 

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Feliz

Artist: Bustamante