[Intro]
Yo, Dylan do a lot of shit
So funky, uh huh
Ayy, you feel that? I feel that
Legacy, legacy
I love it so much
[Hook]
L to the EG, A to the CY
L to the EG, A to the CY
L to the EG, A to the CY
L to the EG, A to the CY
L to the EG, A to the CY
L to the EG, A to the CY
[Verse 1]
I love you so much, I can't stand it, single-handed dismantle
Grab the microphone and get you lit like a candle
Premeditated, word murdered, it's the microphone hurter
Third-degree bird burner, techniques you never heard of
A wordsmith dirty in the first person
Y'all should worship the verses, legacy's dispersin'
A rap assassin on the burn laps around you rat cats
And sacrilegious fappin' tackle the Vatican
Why's it called backpackin', ain't that Kanye West fashion?
In permanent inaction, smack a grand dragon with my pants saggin'
Not braggin', strictly sayin' how it is
Paralyze your vision with acrobatic mathematics
Rap's tactics kick the planet off its axis
Divine entities suffer from microphone deficiencies
Religious conspiracies expose false identities
Command and conquer Roman forces
Predominantly spit it, properly trespassed on your property
Like hold your horses, observe the planet's orbit
Digital rhyme enhancement teleporting
Playin' more cats than Eddie Murphy did in Norbit
This is war power, Jenga your Twin Towers suicide sound bombin'
Underground like Tutankhamen
Paint a past, come correct connect guzzle 'til I vomit
Heaven's gate MCs waiting for the comet, we ain't got shit in common
Anatomically atomic, dirty with style progression
Transform my microphone into the Smith & Wesson
Peace to Daddy Kane, ain't no half steppin' (no half steppin')
The dookie world broke your wallet, comatosed the alcoholic
Raised on the mic, then I'll do you like Suge Knight did Vanilla Ice
Peace, this is life, call me righteous
Whoo, call me Christ
Yo, Dylan do a lot of shit
So funky, uh huh
Ayy, you feel that? I feel that
Legacy, legacy
I love it so much
[Hook]
L to the EG, A to the CY
L to the EG, A to the CY
L to the EG, A to the CY
L to the EG, A to the CY
L to the EG, A to the CY
L to the EG, A to the CY
[Verse 1]
I love you so much, I can't stand it, single-handed dismantle
Grab the microphone and get you lit like a candle
Premeditated, word murdered, it's the microphone hurter
Third-degree bird burner, techniques you never heard of
A wordsmith dirty in the first person
Y'all should worship the verses, legacy's dispersin'
A rap assassin on the burn laps around you rat cats
And sacrilegious fappin' tackle the Vatican
Why's it called backpackin', ain't that Kanye West fashion?
In permanent inaction, smack a grand dragon with my pants saggin'
Not braggin', strictly sayin' how it is
Paralyze your vision with acrobatic mathematics
Rap's tactics kick the planet off its axis
Divine entities suffer from microphone deficiencies
Religious conspiracies expose false identities
Command and conquer Roman forces
Predominantly spit it, properly trespassed on your property
Like hold your horses, observe the planet's orbit
Digital rhyme enhancement teleporting
Playin' more cats than Eddie Murphy did in Norbit
This is war power, Jenga your Twin Towers suicide sound bombin'
Underground like Tutankhamen
Paint a past, come correct connect guzzle 'til I vomit
Heaven's gate MCs waiting for the comet, we ain't got shit in common
Anatomically atomic, dirty with style progression
Transform my microphone into the Smith & Wesson
Peace to Daddy Kane, ain't no half steppin' (no half steppin')
The dookie world broke your wallet, comatosed the alcoholic
Raised on the mic, then I'll do you like Suge Knight did Vanilla Ice
Peace, this is life, call me righteous
Whoo, call me Christ
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