Key: G# minor
Verse 1
Living
Legends
Living
Legends
Living
Legends
C
Em
C
Em
My name is
Sunspot, child of the storm
Make your head knock,
I'm the wildest man born
Leave your head torn on
some independent shit
That means I'm taking it home
C
Em
chips with no lip from the
A &R
I'm the star, the
CEO, manager
Do my part for the team we own
everything together.
barriers with the power of slack
Clap the power of hip -hop it runs through my veins the power
won't stop or block what became so in my socks
I ran anger through the rain tossed in
the woods up to penny land where
Beatles and the walruses
they maintain in sight
So like a diamond fight we
run the tunnels
You'll be gone quick as
a shark bite to the neck
If you a
DJ at night, check, spend this here
Let's keep the party going
The road I walk is not laid in the earth yet
First set it off in the early 90s
Crusades for justice on chrome tape, finally
Hit your walk, man,
it rocks in the top stand
Able at least, no fables, just speech
From each individual piece of the puzzle
Which makes up the puddle to drown
The enemy sound, defend the ground
Sacred to the stance I take
Now look around,
let's make it cause the
chance is fake I'm feeling antsy,
appealing at the fancy
feasts
Grant me peace,
I'm feeling till the anti -beats
Come to take me away and
curse as haters
Martian first here, but I told you it was
major
Private, no soldier, it's all in the open
Wrote then recorded again,
to keep the scoping
Hoping you can see this,
crusades of fetus
Fetus and umbilical, he this
And bring what you got
Do it
C
Em
C
Em
Bring what you got
Am
Em
Up in the air, it's a bird, it's a plane,
nah, it's just me
Taekoo shinin', livin' legend on his
PSC
Faster than a speedin' bullet,
cheatin' on
a chart spot
But ain't got enough mail to
pay the biggest
C
disjoint
Dunn?
If you like that, you probably ain't feelin'
the way I'm bustin' this rap
Been to
New
York two times in my life and understand
why y love it so much
And that's alright, so
I'ma take
Crusader, I slay them in
Decatur
Stole them in the
Bronx, kinda wanted to get some
fronts but I made it
Promise to the
West
Coast long ago, never would I cheat on her style,
she's still afloat
I'm an underground pro,
minus wake up show when my fans seem to know popularity
It grows and grows,
freak my team on the cover of a magazine
Crusader, I slay them in
Decatur
Stole them in the
Bronx, said I thought about some fronts,
but I made a
Promise to the
West
Dm
Coast long ago, never would I cheat on her style,
I'm still afloat
on the underground
Undeveloped, untalented, see through people,
I'm passin' a glass of wine for the celebration
Elevate, you stay in place,
passin' the baton
Workin' out with a game face,
you're lookin' like a pawn
I'm fond of originality,
so I'm proud to be where they stand
Not a jock or a ass kisser, complainer
Quick to state a name or two, shame on fools,
you're steppin' on my doormat
Now you're lying flat,
thrown back by styles in the contact
Contract signed, haven't crossed that line,
but it sure did cross my mind
It's only halfway across
the street to be a tape crusader
A lover of creating,
hating's not opposite time warp
So I'm forced, doing my time on tape,
what you in for?
It's insatiable
C
Em
Go on, try to back off
We will destroy you
We will destroy you
Dm
C
We will destroy you
When, we out to start
We out to start
We out,
C
Em
on, try to back up
When, we out to start
We out, we out, we destroy.
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