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legion - straight flow lyrics

(verse: mr lawnge)
it’s ridiculous the sh-t i be sayn
call me the legion, n-ggas ain’t playn
beatin’ on my chest, but i keep calm
word is bomb, pokes that make the ding dong
medicine in the music, the menace of a monster
once a couple stomp a gangsta from the bronx
i feel no pain, i ruff rugged insane
i run the train express down the lane
get out my way, punk, n-ggas start the jet
bowl from the porch, four fingers of death
no one can do me, pictures crazy, chew me
you have my card(?) but you just can’t clue me
i chomp tracks like scooby snacks
pull my jinx out the hat, like minnesota facts
eight ballin’ the side, park it up the ? next to ? dice
man, ready to thumper

(verse: molecules)
vicious, victorious, verbs are hard on my venom
heavenly valid as i’m rocking in my f-cking dentals
hawged connection, too ill creation
the mind – jason, that’s deadly like vacation
i ain’t the one to pop the clock ova a son of a gun
corpe inside yo -ss like a dum-dum
son, i hew with the verbal aggression
black is brown, with the king, like it’s ? in ?
a lunatic out being psychopath
victors get it on, cause that -ss is gettin’ kicked
gray cells pop while i shot and i take a puff
the n-ggas doubt us, say d-mn, they can’t ?
so himble himble, have you heard?
chucky smashes up next to fleck (that’s me!)

(verse: cee-low)
(word) double faced mc’s tryna step on me
they must be crazy, b
get a token poll, i suggest they start talkin’
when i get open, somebody’s sh-t gettin’ open
don’t play me, play hop-scotch
n-gga, i’m top notch, holdin’ the mike in my crotch
i got convertible rhymes comin’ down
smother the ground, all around you they surround
forming that ? with pots and pans
me and my man, sayn things real n-ggas understand
with no vessel, win, velitious get sent to a session
any pro’lems, surely i will let someone swing it
getting to a-flingin’ it
whack mcs could get the f-cking thing a little close to nose
i ain’t f-ckin’ with no hoes
or should i say sl-ts? even the ones with big b-tts
so nasty, naughty, never playn shawty
don’t make me mad, i might get sortie
upset cause punk n-ggas act rude
i got a big att-tude, dropping joint(?) eva
look for a terror
i’m calling it stereo on the cross-america
the many i rock the east coast
before i boast, i make sure i pack a toast
(outro: dres)
aw, hahahaha, yeah
that’s the n-ggas
y’all ’em n-ggas

- legion lyrics

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