War Games Lyrics - Living Legends

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 ass Latinas 

Got heads on this side, bitin' styles still unequal 

Unless you assimilate 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 fuck whore? 

Listen up, bitch, 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 skillet on the burner in the back 

Caught between the trunk bump and the motherfuckin' boom bag 

Bring the tune back, you're craps in the chop shop 

Thermometer up your ass 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 shit 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 whores 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 fuck they got fans? 

Man, them niggas only local 

Bitch, 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 skills 

'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 suckas 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