The Grouch - Will Not Be Destroyed.... The M.T.C. Theme lyrics

Legends Living Legends Living Legends Living Legends [Verse 1: Sunspot Jonz] My name is Sunspot Child ov the storm Make your head knock I'm the wildest man born Leave your head torn on some independent sh** That means I'm takin' it home and then I'm countin' my chips With no lip from the A&R I'm the star The CEO, manager Do my part For the team we own everything Together we start Tape crusading, invading your area Creatin' hysteria, breaking all barriers With the power of cyclops The power of hip hop It runs through my veins The power won't stop Or block What became So in my socks I ran angered Through the rain Lost in the woods up to Penny Lane Where Beatles and The Walrus's They maintain Insight So like a diamond fight We run the tunnels You'll be dropped as quick as a shark bite To the neck If you a DJ at night, check Spin this here Let's keep the party goin' and break that fear [Verse 2: The Grouch] Mark of a man made Get it paid The road I walk is not laid in the Earth yet First set it off in the early 90's Crusades For Justice on chrome tape finally Hit your Walkman It rocks in the co*k stand Able at least No fables just speech From each individual piece of the puzzle Which makes up the puddle to drown the enemy sound Defend the ground Sacred to the state of our take Now look around Let's make it cause a chance of fate I'm feelin' antsy I'm pullin' in the fancy feast Grant me peace I'm buildin' till the ? Come to take me way and curses haters ? here but I told you it was major Private, no soldier It's all in the open Wrote then recorded again To keep 'em scopin' Hopin' you can see this Crusades of fetus Feed us in umbilical Heed this And bring what you got Do it Bring what you got [Hook: Sunspot Jonz] Go on Try to play it cool But we, will destroy you We, will destroy you We, will destroy you [Verse 3: Luckyiam.PSC] Up in the air, it's a bird, it's a plane Naw, it's just me Tape crusadin', Living Legend known as PSC Faster than a speedin' bullet Cheatin' all the charts But ain't got enough mail to pay the biggest disc jocks Blow up What's up dunn? If you like that You probably ain't feelin' the way, I'm bustin' this rap Been to New York two times in my life And understand why y'all love it so much and that's alright Cause I'm a tape crusader I slang 'em in Decatur Slowed 'em in the Bronx Kinda wanted to get some trucks But I made a Promise to the west coast, long ago Never would I cheat on her style, she still afloat I'mma underground pro Minus Wake Up Show Even my fans seem to know Popularity it grows We rose Freak my team on the cover of a magazine And then even up no doe Cause I'm a tape crusader I slang 'em in Decatur Slowed 'em in the Bronx Said I thought about some fronts But I made a Promise to the west coast, long ago Never would I cheat on her style, or steal a flow [Verse 4: Eligh] A crusader invading fatal attacks on the underground Undeveloped, untalented, see through people I pa** A gla** of wine for the celebration Elevate, you stay in place Pa**ing the baton, it's on Working out with a game face You're looking like a pawn Find more originality Someone proud to be where they stand Not a [?] or an a** kisser, complainer Quick to state a name or two, shame our [?] claiming [?] rat on a rap How about that? You're stepping on my doormat Now you're lying flat, thrown back, my style's in a contact Contracted signed? Haven't crossed that line But it's surely crossed my mind, it's only halfway across the street To be a tape crusader, I love what I've created Hating's not oposite time warps so I'm torn Doing my time on tape, what you in for? Tape crusading [Hook: Sunspot Jonz] Go on Try to play it cool But we will destroy you We will destroy you We will destroy you Go on Try to play it cool But we will destroy you We will destroy you We will destroy you Go on Try to play it cool But we will destroy you We will destroy you We will destroy you Go on Try to play it cool But we will destroy you We will destroy you We will destroy you