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legends 3 (deluxe version) - dyme-a-duzin lyrics

[verse 1: dyme*a*duzin]
sheesh
ugh
since the start been gettin’ active with pure passion
a student who’s influence came from gospel and michael jackson
moon walkin on the church floors
hit my head, cracked it
crack in my lineage
tragedies actors depict in scenes since little kids
no scene could compare to the things we lived (dyme*a)
nostrand and saint marks
no pity for a saint or a mark
bullets stopping n*ggas brains out in parks
no skully when his top on the ground and he laid on the chalk
those type of images invaded my thoughts
i was taught f*ck the law
up the score
k!ll ‘em, make it a sport
never mature before playing to tiaras and thots
was def jam and vendettas in this fight for new york
cyphers in yards
talent shows to hype up the art
our peers heir—ingly grip cannons
i was shooting cannons and flip cameras
kids’ll call me corny like nick cannon
the tool put a light to my spark
filmed skits and skipped classes
emcees x’d out in masses, had to gift wrap ’em
parodies and industry hits, kept the jits laughin’
leave vocalists in a band, now i’ma treesh magnet
visits from the labels when this happens
young and a bit ratchet
wide eyed in warner office meetings in manhattan (wow)
caught in a thin jacket
figured that i’d slave for the crackers to get it crackin’
that seemed like an option
i obliged, the opportunity knockin’
to see how broke i was, you wouldn’t knock it
so i strapped up my shackles
signed blood, withdrew my deposit
it’s like i lost the ones i did it for as soon as i got it
they wanna change my person
enhance the brand, i’m switchin’ management
the labels mergin’
close friends are startin’ to expose themselves as snakes and serpents
i felt the ? as the hating worsened
i knocked off the older me and created a greater version
no more superficial friends plottin’
on the train, sleepin’ on my feet, cuz i was xan poppin’
wonder if the opps is really beefin’ or they playin’ violent?
knowin’ that they” be pushin up some roses if i’m airin’ ’bout it
cherished for a era, now n0body even care about it
d*ckride for props now your gang don’t even stand ’bout you
number never changed but you runnin’ to the gram ’bout it
i knew that before you hit a m you was a stan ’bout it
legend
[verse 2: jayy grams]
i’m the wraith of the bloodlines that the police stole
i’m the wraith of solange when she f*cked up hov
i’m the wraith of a mind of a f*cked up soul
that lives inside of baltimore
it’s carnivore
[?] people here with no reason
reaching the ears of the streets
and even the deacon and preachers is tryna hear it
the wraith of the demons that made ’em weak through the years
strong people what you see but it surely weaken our spirit
matter fact, my mother dearest fell victim to this
my bro, brother and my sister, i’ll make you a list
you should feel my wraith with some music, a 8th and a 5th
worst way, cuz i’ll be doin that ’til my 85th
birthday!
hate stay with you longer than your phone do
forgot who showed love, last remember who done wronged you, though
…

- dyme a duzin lyrics

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