(Verse 1)
Legible is Known to Pick his battles cause
If I retaliate to every spitter that's on my nuts
People would get bored from all those classics at once
But since that’s something that you happen to want, I'll get to stacking my funds and hop into the studio with Darius, start
Going tit for tat with you chumps
And I'm looking for a sign like picking packages up
And I’m just attacking these suckas who think they actually something then brag about how they buzzing
But when they rap it's like chassis Because you know they're getting gassed when they strut
Every time you rap it's a front
Im livin lavish because I ain't dramatic. Pass me the pump
I ain't dealing with your crap so I dump it
So you better not rap without backin it up
Cause you're slinging mountains of mud from the very ground that you're on
And soon your hands are all covered and you’re all out of luck
So when I diss you I’m really just digging you out of a rut
Zach's in the cut, my career was minute made and I’m packing a punch. I'm just havin fun but wait
That's a nice career you don't want it to be in dirt son
Anticipation you know that you heard the first one
Keep on talking, you must wanna get a verse huh?
You don’t wanna feel my rage- you want all the benefits comin' along with me dissin your penmanship
Making you relevant
I got a legacy standing indefinite
I hear talk but I ain't listenin'
You sensitive and privileged lil' mental kids throw hissy fits when you're name isn't mentioned and it's pitiful
To operate like business men you gotta be convinced of your independence. We're in the trenches
It's every man for himself- you better get the message
So if you get defensive cause I diss you you're an issue
You deserve to be destroyed
I been self employed teaching myself how to avoid
All of the energy thrown at ya boy
Throwin' it back, makin' the noise that'll detract, from the annoyance written in raps. What is the point?
When you're attacked, don't let ‘em rejoice
Channel the wrath, into your voice
Get the last laugh, and bring these rappers to their end cause I didn't get into this rap thing to make friends
I only try to prove myself as the best and if you don't agree then you can get laid to rest
I'm constantly on my own mission to do nothing but impress and if anybody's in my way I'm not afraid to use their neck as a step- to get to the top of this mess that we call rap so if you're making songs, just watch where you tread
Stay off the path that I'm on or I will go for your head
Call me Hannah Bonbrake cause I got some things to get off of my chest and I won't stop until you artists are dead
And I don't care if we collabed cause that's the past and I bet that I had the best verse on that song so don't pretend that you even stood a chance, this is only part 2
I could go to part 10, I will kill until I win
(Verse 2)
Whadya gotta say now?
Songs are played all around town
Recipe truth- Swallow it down
If you want proof I got bottles by the ounce
When I'm in the booth, you won't even hear a sound- only a boom, like sonic with these rounds
I got the juice, you watered it down
Never been the one to lose, but I'm offering now
So if you really wanna get at me, go ‘head and pick a beat then try and spit your schemes
Please Just make sure you look back at the history, every attempt so far ended in misery
I'm the epitome of a dope rapper that should be left alone
I'm letting go- you sleep on me but I made an impression, that's memory foam and I'm willing to show that-
Without a reason I'll Turn against ya, make you Learn a lesson
Had to earn the message- Like you with rumors I prefer to spread it
On your mind like tumors Like I learned from Genis
6th sense is humor- you jerks don't get it
Even in a Blurry mental state I'm writing lines that Burn my pencil
If you got the urge to say my name I'll kill you and got the words to demonstrate
Confident opposition in my lane are talkin' and I don't respond
They're just so far away even binoculars ain't got the range
You wish you were poppin' but think in a box
With those plays that you purchase (Perches) like locking birds up in a cage
But to get to infinity how many bars will it take?
Best guess, I figure 8
Anticipate- Rap circles around you Standing in place
Punch square in your face
Criticism is something I Can't ever take
My head is twisted like some hair in a braid and you're scared of the way I can tear out a page of my writtens and write something better at an unparalleled pace
Unprepared for the race, get a Can of some mace and spray it on the mic if you're wanting a Narrow escape
But I'm not gonna doubt I can knock someone out with my hands on my waist
Just a thought has the power to tear, rearrange, both your jaw and your mouth so beware what you say
And I'm not one to pout but sometimes I just feel it's unfair in the game that because of a beat an MC can out play something lyrical but Imma stay in my lane
Ain't never wearing a chain
Cause Legible is the missin' link and if you try to belittle me I'll ask:
Who's the best in Waterloo?
Take a second think it through
No it never will be you
Better get up in the booth
Either never try at all or try your hardest and still lose
Whatcha gonna do? Checkin' out my moves
But I'm your self portrait, I'm ahead of you
You could've ran a whole marathon, still you can't say that you've walked a mile in my shoes
The second I turned my back, all of this started
I said one album but I don't know cause y'all are retarded
I do not care if you rap, I am not calling you artists
So listen up from:
Shakeem, Vitamin J, to Yung Mark, to Tay Yung, Andersthegreat
To Steezsmith, Lovelle Banks, and Trick james
No one is safe, let's get it straight
I mean, i don't got nothin' against you but I don't buy your mixtapes
Your first track got 8 thousand, the plays are there, but the skills ain't
And lyrically I'm insane, I wrote an album in 6th grade
It was not good so I kept writing till I got as dope as I am today
I had to make sure that I mastered my work
It's a toss up for sure like hand grenades
And Zach is bezerk, got a talent with words
So i have to make sure you anticipate things going down like precipitate cause every drop ain't a minute late
That EP was just practice
Your funeral has been arranged
I got an album I'm writing now that'll drain all the color from your face
Ain't got a date but it's on it's way
Like real estate, I'll put you in your place
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Legible
(Verse 3)
Uh oh it's the return of the acapella
I can tell you're nervous cause I'm blackin' out like pot and kettles
Coming out my shell no donatello
Time to set the clocks, I'm going off, alarming fellow
Thoughts of ending all these men who think they're bars are better
Cocky sentiments are part of blending in but costs to benefits from confidence will level it
If i would drop and sell a record I could sign to Rockefella. Me and jay taking time off
A thought for a song I'm forgetting, I'm constantly looking for pages but find squat
If i found a dollar bill up in my pocket I'd get excited but not just because of the guap its because I finally found me some paper to write on
I'm givin a box of amoxicillin to Vivica Fox, at the thought I'm itchin' to rip all apart all these docile children that are spitting their bars, and I dropped a milly for an architect using some brick as the font to write gullible ‘cross the ceiling
You are not the illest, not the realist, Not to mention optimistic - I dont mix with positives
So you can act all confident and I won't lose
These preposterous bold tunes that I'm choppin' on Protools
From the bottom to top and it's obvious when you get smoked it's like oxygen cause if you want you'll get an O too (O2)
Off and on I'm typin' on microsoft office, so my songs stay underlined the way I control you (ctrl+U)
Obelisk monuments poppin' up all over my lawn and since
You were talkin' it lets see you walkin' it
You can get popped again like an adopted kid
Lookin' for blood I don't care bout no consequence
I proved I'm the best but you're not convinced
Cause every single day is a decathlon
I got my track suit on And rap's a baton, I just gotta find how to pass it off
Cause Zach's a target and these trappers all just lack regard
You're so past retarded that you're actually smart but I mastered the art of crafting bars with Passion and ardor
Catchin' charges like a basketball
When you hear that Legible's mad you dodge it like Jackie Robinson
In one round I can snap your conscience
Have em talkin' bout the battle like “after a third he won (31)” like Baskin Robbins
Me and Ashlyn Larsen in an Aston Martin cranking Asheroth and action Bronson
I Collab with artists but I'll jack your song By snappin' harder
You're such actual garbage I could kill you in a trash compactor and it'd be called Natural causes
But I was never made to lose, Been a veteran since 2
Cause My name came first, all competitors are screwed and your pitch is out of tune
I been listenin' to Wu
36 chambers in my pistol and it shoots
I was spittin' at my school, I never did it to be cool
I Had to be the savior, ain't no pity for those fools
Every written that I used would just administer the truth
So come and get at me and lose and face Anticipation 2
