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    Mystik Journeyman / Lyrics

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    Mystik Journeyman feat. Living Legends

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    "He's a living legend."

    [Murs the Problem Child]
    Damn! y'all fools conceited reaction to the title
    Heard the first time but quickly changed your mind
    Once the performance is completed seated in the back
    Too cool to throw yo' hands up; I never quite understood
    Alla that what you too tough to have fun?
    Frisked at the door so I know it ain't the gun
    In your waistline that got you shootin daggers in my face
    When I rhyme - times done changed and it's strange
    Got motherfuckers ain't smiled at a rap show in a while
    Probably since the Fresh Prince was in style
    So it's apparent that you just don't understand
    The meanest mug in the club, don't make yo' ass the man
    Now if you want to be a fan then that's fine
    But all I really want to do is just break through to your mind
    And show you just because you did some hood time
    Don't make it impossible to have a good time when you out
    See where I'm from, it's the hardest motherfuckers come to party
    All shermed out, so what's this really all about?
    You gelled, cause this man's double L, well hell
    PSC tells me, it's jealousy that grips the heart
    Quit wasting playing hard roles, when yo' ass is
    Really just a mark and I should NEVER feel threatened
    Cause you see that man behind me?
    MURS.. U.. R.. S..

    "He's a living legend."

    [PSC]
    When night falls I enter; being of a higher breed
    Of emcee I'll injure all these would-be rap crews
    The wannabe fat fools, coulda been rap dudes
    Refuse 'em resist 'em like Prop 187 do Mexicans
    Again and again, it's the Legends
    Lucky am I on wax, and on everyone's tape
    PSC the best friend of chorus
    The poorest excuse for you, to quit your boyfriend
    Just give him a chance (baby baby gimme one more chance)
    He'll rap right, if not, check my mic all night
    I rap tight, see me catching flights
    At the international terminal, where you don't go
    So don't go and diss, big groups, will get ripped
    And tripped by mic cords, and choked, with cordless
    A gift, of smooth talk, walk the walk of a winner
    Far from a beginner, guess who's for dinner?

    [The Crow Eligh]
    Cerebral tornadoes rip logic like frolicking paperbacks
    The tone is incomplete extension, in all of the later tracks
    Extracting vitamins, from machinery that creates it
    As long as the people are fiending for the truth
    And not counterfeit, I'm the bounty sheriff merit holder
    Winner of awards in the midst, of clashing swords
    It's match point on the court, a point is scored
    Referee the rest will see my yellow warning on the toilet seat
    At least I have my dignity, infinity, a legendary entity forever

    "He's a living legend.."

    [Aesop]
    A legendary flame of a character with no name
    Same instance, persistence to have latitudes
    Bruise your knees, you will lose
    A life or limb, whichever you choose
    Find some foe in him, words tend to catch a phrase
    That will amaze most from the gazing point, with a judgment standard
    Categorized into a tainted picture before it gets a chance to be painted
    There's no blanket for the truth (I can't see!)
    I got a loose end of a lie, this amateur he tried to get by
    The size is more greater, and equator more immense
    Since it makes more sense to make some sense, or maybe you know
    Out of these weak ass rhymes you roam but you stay in flow
    In this dense a body of mockery

    [BFAP Jenkins]
    Black lightning lighting up the sky, fighting the type
    Copywriting history - writing transistory
    Bay lines for your mind every time we enter the stage
    We split and fade, most, Sunspot Jonz, toast
    Goodbye to crust emcees; often lonely and homely
    If you could only capture the power of love
    Like ten albums in this glove, R.B.I.
    While you hittin pop flies.. and sacrifice your life
    And die in hurricane and methane
    We below shit like propane, Living Legends spiritual cocaine
    In a line if you know
    What's up with the times cause we straw the line
    (We straw the line)

    [Arata C7S - Japanese Rap (Unknown lyrics)]

    [The Bad News Bear Grouch]
    Let's get literal it's me and my team, I got a dream
    ("He's a living legend..") and a clean way to achieve it
    I conceived it myself, with a little bit of help, from my friends
    Made amends with my soul, now I'm ready to begin
    First ingredient is dope shit, and fool we already wrote it
    Mix up with the motives now we're forming perfect batter
    Had a vision it would burn, if I measured too precisely
    I add a pinch here and, there if the spice be right
    We might prepare this feast for many thousands
    So eat when you're aroused and enjoy - Legendary bitch!

    "He's a living legend." [x3]

    ("He's a..") [x3]

    "He's a living legend.." [x4]
    This song was submitted on October 18th, 2016.
    Copyright with Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing, Universal Music Publishing Group.
    Written by Salvatore P. Erna.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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