Yo, Dylan do a lot of shit
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So funky, uh huh
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Ayy, you feel that? |
I feel that
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Legacy, legacy
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I love it so much
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L to the E-G, A to the C-Y
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L to the E-G, A to the C-Y
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I love you so much, I can’t stand it, single-handed dismantle
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Grab the microphone and get you lit like a candle
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Premeditated, word murdered, it’s the microphone hurter
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Third-degree bird burner, techniques you never heard of
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A wordsmith dirty in the first person
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Y’all should worship the verses, legacy’s dispersin'
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A rap assassin on the burn laps around you rat cats
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And sacrilegious fappin' tackle the Vatican
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Why’s it called backpackin', ain’t that Kanye West fashion?
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In permanent inaction, smack a grand dragon with my pants saggin'
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Not braggin', strictly sayin' how it is
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Paralyze your vision with acrobatic mathematics
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Rap’s tactics kick the planet off its axis
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Divine entities suffer from microphone deficiencies
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Religious conspiracies expose false identities
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Command and conquer Roman forces
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Predominantly spit it, properly trespassed on your property
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Like hold your horses, observe the planet’s orbit
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Digital rhyme enhancement teleporting
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Playin' more cats than Eddie Murphy did in Norbit
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This is war power, Jenga your Twin Towers suicide sound bombin'
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Underground like Tutankhamen
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Paint a past, come correct connect guzzle 'til I vomit
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Heaven’s gate MCs waiting for the comet, we ain’t got shit in common
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Anatomically atomic, dirty with style progression
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Transform my microphone into the Smith & Wesson
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Peace to Daddy Kane, ain’t no half steppin' (no half steppin')
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The dookie world broke your wallet, comatosed the alcoholic
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Raised on the mic, then I’ll do you like Suge Knight did Vanilla Ice
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Peace, this is life, call me righteous
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Whoo, call me Christ
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The illustrious buster adjuster
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Emperor Augustus spreadin' up suckas like they mustard
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Flustered, puffin' on a blunt that was dusted
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Who you think done it, Gus? |
All y’all are suspects
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Paranoid inseminated visuals like celluloid
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Disintegrate the physical frame, lust is humanoid
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Automated superboy, reality is stiff like it’s rheumatoid
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So I move asteroid fields to your home planet
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Earth in the center of void make an odd sandwich, God damn it
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Can’t stand the way my thoughts take advantage of my state of affairs
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Unauthorized shares counting ducats
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My mind playing musical chairs, kick the bucket
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Eyes fixed, no movement, I stare across the clusters
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Of galaxies, thought about fatality, morality
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Thought about how I was actually below it
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Fathoms deeper, hold it, give me ten, let me think it through again
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Stolen moments flick cross my peripheral, matter vanishes from the physical
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Artificial elements, typically hard to mystify the mystical
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Visualize spiritual, plus it’s pivotal to the universe
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I’ll balance out the axis, Galactus, set fire to heaven with a wet matchstick
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You can’t hack it, rappers just urine on a mattress
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Cactus syringe cream stabbed through my skin
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It’s a fact y’all are whack plus distracted
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Check the focus, hocus pocus, money never broke
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It’s still hangin' in my kitchen cooking Stouffers
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Bags fluctuate like it’s Oprah’s
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Dug more holes than the Caddyshack gopher
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Oh my, you can’t see where I be, it’s the L-E-G-A-C-Y
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L — E — G — A — C — Y
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It’s the legacy
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Your patterns of observation, continue |