Listen to the story that I tell, of where legends are born, listen, and you can hear it in the wind.
I live in a day where that sleep's always great, that fresh, and then I'm waiting for the rise of the light.
I live in a day where that sleep's always great, that fresh, and then I'm waiting for the rise of the light.
But can't quit, Lord, melt away the castles, looks in the city like butter.
Yo, the real urban legend, dog, straight from the gutter.
My team will never be mistreated or defeated in battle.
Revolutionary, turn it up and make the truck rattle.
Let me start confessing, dog, cause we ain't messing.
Sit the whole house down and I'll give you a lesson.
Urban legends never stop, crucified crown of thorns.
In my city's where the legend was born.
I was born in the hustle, man, a native of Sutherland.
I learned to undo the strong man's muscle, fam.
In these worst days of economy, at its weakest point, display mockery.
This movement is moving in high velocity, there's no possibly stopping me.
From the city of angels back to the Big Apple, where the greedy strangle and the giants tackle.
And I could've swung, this is exactly where the legends were born.
Go on, go on, hit it!
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