Living Legends - War Games lyrics

I know where the music came from, I not a lame, dumb, dumb Origin is respected but still we choose to come Original down from my talk to my walkin' Heads out to please the king Christopher Walken A city with fly lingo with bad a** Latinas Got heads on this side, bitin' styles still unequal Unless you a**imilate you never considered great Demonstrate the speech from your birth place You can't race disgraced by false handshakes These punk rap, dudes Talk behind our back but they don't want the feud A few of them seen the ads y'all helped us pay for Now they say what's up in the club, what the f** who*e? Listen up, b**h, you dis because you can't see Born in California actin' NYC Influence is golden but when mics is holdin' I roll with the oath to spit what's never stolen It keeps us out the mix shows and tape decks of 64's Because we in the middle, we strangers to the riddle For DJs who play this, the bravest get propers But most won't even touch this unless we sign to Rawkus I met you twice before and shook your hand, you didn't feel it Did it for the cap but should have acted like I'd peel it Now I'm in the sk**et on the burner in the back Caught between the trunk bump and the motherf**in' boom bag Bring the tune back, you're craps in the chop shop Thermometer up your a** that's the reason that I'm not hot But I got a fever, times three for every CD Bound to be the missin' link For those who wanna meet me at the crossin' I'll be the one semi-flossin' With mega self-respect but avoid to go with that 'Cause he's employed to act like he doesn't see the free man Who says too much credit? Bet it isn't the plan Freak of nature, I'm the stranger, you're bad with names Bra change your views, I'm givin' clues Strangest news you're about to lose Blame them fools who got the tools I'd never consider movin' out When it comes to the coast I'm dwellin' on Hell, if I ever switch up the weather To fit what these other fellas are on I cause a renaissance Renovatin' creativeness on this side of the coast Self-hatred, radio stations They play their sh** while they brag and they boast It's not about toe taggin' with a rag and a magnum It's all about respect caught in the middle without a clue Legendary, originality here to battle the fallacy Here to put it down with my crew Actually I'm open to any option, except belly floppin' Over a sloppy copy of a Primo track, that's a fact Action taken by middlemen while you fiddle with pens and pronouns Tryin' to pronounce like your pro-eastern affiliate But I affiliate my style with the golden state While you're holdin' hate, claimin' a whole weight Now much respect to the roots But once you've walked in these boots Doin' a format like that is so fake You're a dormant, doormat, wearin' a who*es hat With a horrible imitation of what you consider great When that's only a bite, your eyes are bigger than your stomach So when you plummet into the darkness we'll be risin' into the light (That's right, that's right) When you plummet into the darkness we'll be risin' into the light (That's right, that's right) I am not from New York [Incomprehensible] I am not from New York [Incomprehensible] I'm anti but I'm not anti-social You can feel it through my soul My presence through my vocals How the f** they got fans? Man, them n***as only local b**h, we chase down the mic and put you rhymes in a choke hold I'm a pro, bro, comin' fresh ain't a problem so, Legends' got sk**s 'Cause we're always evolvin' and involvin' our self in the life of our fans Revolvin' around them like the earth on its axis And neva payin' no taxes, man Firm in my shoes where I stand, not a stranger to this land With my choice of words I gain respect and proceed They say if you don't succeed try, try again My friend, ya must make words blend within the beat then Make it a part of this world, make your mark on this earth For what it's worth, evade the demons while they lurk In the envy of the jerks bi-coastal who smirk At the talent and the balance that shine in our work The s**as love to hate us and these girls love to flirt Stranger to the under ground, ya neva dug the dirt True we blowin' up fool and it hurts to be you Still tryin' to sound like them, just to make it through Stranger, strange