[L.E.G.A.C.Y.]I'm back to the grit, kind of like breakfastBack on some shit, you kind of like smelt itSand in your city and this is all realAsking bitches "Did you miss me?" like I'm Varnell HillSha-boing boing, classic as that two-sided coin joinThe best writer since the Donald Goines jointsI'm throwing lunch back, L.E.G.'s waiting on dinnerI got my buzz back like Kevin Bacon on "Tremors"Better hold something cause I'm shaking things upThrow something? Nah I'm breaking things upI'm flipping over tables in meetings with the labelsWrote a letter to the industry, it says "I will save you"Sincerely yours, the Carolina saviorSettle the score, I don't care for these majorsRun deep in still waters, H-O-JSuicide's flawless, that's the only way[Phonte]Yeah, let me at 'emAha ... time to head buss 'emIf they really wanted war, they would've said somethingLabels, I don't trust 'emcause if they can't market a Pooh, sell a 'Te or break a +L.E.G.+, fuck 'emWas on my F.E. shit for the past yearTravelling all around the world singing to MademoisellesBut I knew that if y'all saw "featuring Phonte" on this recordand I only did a hook, then y'all would be mad as hellSo I had to take it back to the old 'TeI mean the Bull City, Cornwallis rolled 'TeThe ten dollars in his pocket, still bold 'TeThe why-the-fuck-can't-he-ever-do-what-he-told 'TeBecause if you can't fear me then you are clearlyone of the dumbest niggas since O.J.This is my TKO, I mean my Typical Kirk Out"'Te got the best workout" what them hoes say[Chaundon]Come on man, who fucking with Chaundon?Lit up the entire situation like the complexion of KrondonAin't a Craftmatic that I won't lay ya moms onBust two nuts and then I'm goneSwear these rap niggas is Norm Bates dressing like womenBack then they be gay, but today they make a killing?Faggots keep they feet towards the ceilingThat Louis Vuitton rap is all wack, who said it was appealing?Ten bars in, another Technical Knock OutWack rappers always use the term "hating" as a cop-outStep to your punk-ass armyBut y'all don't want a war, y'all throwing towels in as if you doing laundryBad for your health, got news for you niggasNeed a noose for you niggas, go and hang yourselfIf you mad then you considered a bitchThere's more wack niggas in the game than Jews printed on the Schindler's List[Sean Price]One part Henny, one part HypnoA +Slice+ of +Kimbo+ and a pinch of ApocalyptoAnimal bars, niggas is Granola rapsRichard nut-hugging jeans, dude got rough, rugged bean brr!!Fuck the colorful tight shitMichelle ended cello, hello, lovable dyke shitI might hit niggas with all my mic liftNiggas on the phone, telling +dog+ you +Mike Vick+Brr! I smoke a doobie with the rascalsHardcore boom, no room for Lupe FiascosDon't rhyme for robots, rap for mo' gwapMy stock rising, so I ride with the fo' cockedNo stash box, I keep it in my lapand I ain't stopping for cops, believe a nigga' rapsLeave it at that, Sean Price, Kareem SaheedPut hands on a nigga when he stain my weedBrr! Motherfucker ... haha