Verse 1:
Had to change the song title, ‘cause I’m not yet a legend
But if you’re doubtin’ on the skill, better quit second-guessin’
I’ve got an urge for the Word, it’s like I’m kin to a reverend
So while I spit, let me quick talk my shit for a second
Serpentine structure, syllables and graphite
My tact tight, tone comprehensive like black-white
For those apprehensive, let me turn on the back lights
It’s the bad man with no plan against whack types
Jab right, left hand for the UC’s
It loosely brings to mind Schroeder and Lucy
I use trees just to re envision the looseleaf
When you breathe, you’re trying to reach that Snoop D
O-G status, no mask like Kabuki
You juke me, and I’ll make sure that it’s fluke-free
In my view scene like Stanley Kubrick on two screens
Maybe I should switch to seem amusing. (SWITCH!)
Who can hold the claim to run the game while only fanning six cold flames to his name
Who can go bar for bar for bar for bar with most of y’all and still come out the same
Who can learn from Juicy and Bruce Lee, with the same steeze of Daveed and CG?
A-TU,B for those who don’t see, the meaning, I’m Author, untameable beasting
Hold up, stop, wait a minute, breathe
Young brother not, quite, ready to succeed
“But he’s bee’s knees, the way, he flowing is easy”
Not satisfied with knees, I’m going for bee sting
Tryna be king, trial and triumph at all means
Sword and Damocles, I’m rocking the hot seat
Wanna knock me? Better be lucky I brought steam
When I bop you ‘round the ring like ‘Pollo and Rocky
Too cocky, bro? Tall, black, handsome, stocky, bro?
Spit Gottfried and godspeed, bro? And pen game’s on lock and load?
Don’t need a couple minutes to make McGuinness
I spit it like a sickness, I hawk up phlegm ‘fore I finish
Typing on tornado, my wording is where the wind is
Trying be a legend, but waiting like Barney Stinson
Pre-Hook:
Keep it simple, I’m a legend
Used to be humble, but now I’m done pretending
Always keep your neck protected
You’ll never know when I’ll come and check it
Bengal tiger with the unsuspected
Silent cobra with the misdirection
Sleeping zebra way you’re acting reckless
So I’ll break your neck like a game of Tekken
Hook:
Legendary, legendary, legend
Legendary, legendary, legend. (Are you not entertained?)
Legendary, legendary, legend
Legendary, legend. (Hoo hoo hoo hoo!)
Verse 2:
First things first: I’m not the savior
Consider me Hercules’ thirteenth labor
Come supplied with a nine and dirty sabers
And we’ll see how you’ll leave like your third inhaler
Major Lazer with Apocalypse. (Soon)
Overshadow like a dark eclipse. (Moon)
Luck is draining, check the water drips. (Boop.)
You don’t follow? Try to follow this: (Boom.)
I am the very pinnacle of rapping individuals
You want to come against me, I feel like that charge is criminal
You know I kill a reference, be it anime or literal
Syllables are never solid, so my flow is figural
I can float into a flow, or I can make it lyrical
Streaming on my genius, like a NatGeo original
People call me mythical, because I pose so fictional
I am the very pinnacle of rapping individuals
I’m the essence of primal energy. The lions and the tigers learn my ways
Trials and tribulations better me, And my enemies have seen better days
I’m the berserker on the battlefield. With blades in hand, I am ready for war
I’ve never met a fiend that hasn’t squealed. Thousands of men are knocking on Death’s door
I’m the conduit of raw emotion. I channel terror, anguish, and vengeance
My creations cause joy or commotion. The message varies with each penned sentence
From the depths, I should have not been released. Anyone else want a shot at the beast?
I’m from the North, like the snow and the sleet. Try to come at me with a greater feat
Hook:
Legendary, legendary, legend
Legendary, legendary, legend
Legendary, legendary, legend
Legendary, legend
