Legend Has It

[Verse 1]

A drug deal gone bad, dead drug dealers, dead D.T.’s

A duffel bag of yeyo, at least seven keys

Pool party shoot out veteran, call me Jim Shooter

Whores copped, left me two guns with twin Rugers

Grand Theft Auto, sawed-off shotty party

Canarise Artie, rep the hood, the rap John Tardi with nines on me

Tell me who you be or you be gone

We squeeze chromes, stop you in your tracks

Fuck up your life like teen moms

One Hour Photo, creep out like Mork From Ork

Use the HK to speak when I talk to the talk

Walk quietly and pop with the MP-7

Put it to your melon, pop off and empty seven

Split you in half like when my mom and dad was divorced

Me and my peoples be the real life gangs of New York

I’m so sick with it, I spit it like Cannibal Corpse

We be causing a mosh pit like Cromags at La Moss

So who you think this is? Ill Bill, ride and I’m gone

Horrifying like a Time Square suicide bomb

Beyond and beyond, we let the drama start

Terrorize you like freedom fighters

Exploding on the streets of Islamabad

Unapproachable, unfriendly, untouchable

Bulletproof, torture you to death, punish you

Connect heart, react like Colombian death squad

Funded by CIA drug money, possessed by

[Chorus x 2]

Legend has it that before I war I worship Satan

Drink human blood and have orgies amongst Masons

Amongst the faces of presidents that crush nations

Stuff a nun, sacred slut, draped in lust and hatred

[Verse 2]

I put the biscuit in your mouth and spit it like System Of A Down

Get your weight up, I’m throwing pistols at the crowd

Now a powerbroker, Non Phixion, the future is now over

Prisoners of war tortured by proud soldiers

Tell horror stories, Medal of Honour for war ceremonies

Transport drugs like heavy metal roadies

While they transmit their bullshit through television cameras

Super powers throwing their gang signs like gang bangers

Fuck CNN, fuck Meet The Press, fuck Al-Jazeera

Fuck all of y’all, I won’t be brainwashed by the media

Speak it how I live it, powerful lyrics

Leave an entire crowd in hysterics

Popping the four pound when you hear it

I been the worst thing since the CIA trained Bin Laden

The kids ride when I pop off, Crooklyn to Compton

I be the crypt keeper, the Grim Reaper, I spit ether

Guaranteed fatalities, leaving your wig leaking

[Chorus x 2]

[Verse 3]

When I die I pray to God that I arrive in Heaven

At least an hour before the Devil know that I’m dead

It’s gonna take more than a single bullet hole to my head

You’re gonna have to nuke the whole Brooklyn borough instead

I trust nobody, question everything, I’m the king

Turn the weak into wolves and the wolves into sheep

Teach you how to kill police then dispose of the heat

My foes throw themselves off of buildings in the throes of defeat

I’m like the Moses of this whole shit

I got bitches that sell blow, blow dick, and suck their own tits

Choking on weed smoke, we squeeze toast

My enemies scream, “No, please don’t!”

Get your whole team soaked

We coked out like Chris Farley the day he died, survive

And your life don’t mean shit if you ain’t even really alive

I walk off backwards with my nines in your faces

While you watch me brainwash your entire generation

[Chorus x 2]