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order! order! order!Lucky:Welcome to the meeting of the mindsLiving Legends, Visionariesman it's time(introduction first) Luckymy design gets traced out of state at a place crews wish to run the pathbut they lose, when the shoes don't fityou can't force 'emunique, every person on this track is a testament to the crowds getting bashedin fact, for lack of a better termthey better turn their shows up a knotchwhen we all up in the spotconstant around the clockto jock is not an issuebe glad we never dis yoube mad, they filling tissues with tearsof metiocracies, oddities, monopoliescontrolling the scene with the topical teamsLORD ZEN:be a man in the middle of two mirrors reflecting a legend w/ vision projectionSongtextelike the center, I'm a Benihanain fact, got something in commonSoulquarium to Compton's most wantedShahman's healing musicgot 'em dealing music out of the trunkon the global for all the young hopefulsdon't get it twisted the mystic wouldn't miss thisfor all the biscuits in grandmama's kitchenthis is a regular event onstagethe first session, no question, affecting the airwavesbomb show, end of daythe next in the wake of the dark stateand the arts sharper imagethat glows in the darkest limitsstars infinite, scars replenishmissing link for the Darwinistsno one knows how large this isparlor kids you never thought of hit the market...ELIGH::Definitely on top of my game when I'm in firing range like my last name was Bryant from the top of the key with buckets of changedon't wanna be different, but fuck it I'm strangewith luck it'll stay the sameunless you're willing to change around your stereo to ((surround))pitching from the mound tonight is Eligh115 mile per hour soundfastball hound and all around maniac of the mindplay me back and you'll find that I'm laid back but inclined to be grade A with the rhyme stylewith patterns in rhymes of passionlines are passing optical like bullet trainspulling veins out the arm redirecting the blood flow to the brainman, I cut flows so insaneIt's impossible to explain...KEYKOOL:We're all in the same gang doing our own thingrock shows, studios, promote, the whole shebangself trained, self taught, self suffecientwe felt pain, stepped up, kept the missionrunning with my Visionary brethrenthe Legendary cousins got the underground buzzingThe hard heads still can't understandwhy our crews got so many damn fansstanding with their arms crossed at shows fans start to mosh, get popped in the noseat shows you get what you deserveyou want the truth? Step up and get served...SUNSPOT JONZ:Sunspot's gonna rock the whole house down Legends underground where the dope shit's found away from mainstream clownswho couldn't last a fuckin' round up against methey couldn't last a fuckin' round against these MCsyou think you the man like Alicia Keys?or do you have a God complex like Bruce Almighty? then try me, apply this free sample ass whooping nightlyto your whole crew tightlyI hold the mic like a wallet at a pick pocket convention, lightlysleeping, anything can happenwe creeping in this hole heedin' deep in the lightfreakin', trapped like a wild animalas a eatin seaping wrath from my lipslike saliva from an unbeaten mountain cat back to make a kill todaykeeping the wack scared like giselles fearing attack'cause they couldn't take the last sip from the main-stream (watch yo back!)2MEX::Backpackers of the world uniteLiving Legends, Visionarieslive underground show tonightif you're alive and you're feelin' alrightthen you already know that West Coast HipHop's in control of the nightwho do you play on a team of all starters?true to the game MCs, lazerbeams, and raw martyrsAerlex, Superkill to Lizabeth word2mex uses his skills to fill his breathstalking the streets, talking the hip hop heat rocking the beats to One-man, walk-man wop, and Swap meeteven got the sweaters in mediumletters reak of chronic and heliumhit a verse like you hit a 40 and then your worst fallfirst to put 40 down on a fuckin' Murs doll! Hip hop won't stop, because I thought sopeace to my favorite Legends Aesop and Bicasso! - wordMURS::Quit calling us the West Coast Wu-Tangwe just a click of MCs that rip shows and do thangswho bang? Who ride? High sideprovide you with a little bit, fresh off the griddle shitbest cats to fiddle wit' when the show is gettin' rippedstill tryin' to get a grip, go on! nittit, nittit, Shit!ya'll is never gettin' with the heat that we spittin' withNolan Ryan fastball, ya'll just some underhand softball, slow pitch my balls; yo' bitchthere Murs go again, aw naw, oh shit! Somebody shut him up. Fuck ya'll! That's what's upon my medication, steady pacin' going nutsWhat!? It's Visionaries, Living Legends throw it upthat's vatos locos somos pocospero my vocals make it sound like I'm 20 deepin a league of my own just like NBA Streaks...LMNO:We are livin' the vision projecting soul as mechanical musicianslooking for buttons to push, I'm voice activatedcreating off of love not being aggrivatedfools saturate it but they still ate itgreed infatuated, more lands invadedwe keep it integral, we're not all over the placewe're general, led the blindnot as a fame attemptfelt the words go forth immediately wentask me where I'm from I'll say my childhoodI leave meaning plus I'm always up to good...GROUCH:I'm a Legendary, Visionarynot an heir, resist a very closethis my sanctuary, thank you verypost thank to barryI'm most crankin'songs so stankin' the claps slap like a spankin'act like you thinking permanantranking and determined to be learning with me and confirming itgerminate the seed, de-vermin the great field I'm out in to yield fresh crops sprouting nowat the base of the mountain, plowwe facing a drought, and a child needs water to growif there's no nutrients in your flow soon as you get it out, we spit it outshow you the doorOh, you know more nor less, just beat itI never show up to a game uncleatedI just lead it, ready, came heatedand me, I'm undefeatedfeed it to your folks 'cause they need it...DANNU::Inspirations whether negtative or positivelive and let live, let it out, it's all youhere to get you throughour Rhetmatically designed, high intelwho deal rhymatory to deep signshard times is spreading just like AIDSVisionaries Living Legends read the mind of the agebrain-thought, can't stop, come together hip hopno plots can read time, the pace of eternitycall it a gathering 'cause certainly the circles gotten bigger, it's a matter thing,hear the shatteringshigh in the ladder, wings form a wishful flightno sonar can track the Beat Junkies tonightif you want the rush, here we are, how does it sound?heavy foot the floor, leave more prints on the groundCali homegrown, naturally we vibeas we takin' it to a further new worldwideAESOP::Dangerous potential like a loaded gunheld by the chosen oneI grab and hold this mic shining like the golden sunaim at those who run this country like some swollen thumbsso stiff, won't give up none, so we come in firing lights camera action Rhettmatic beats my siren (woop, woop)just dedicated to those who fill out attack like parapalegics?? wheelchairs get stuck with they knees bent searching for rhyming, I'm all aligningLegendary raps over Visionary trackshandicapped listeners listen, here's the 4-1-1 on thatno wackness, pure fiction in my diction no acting just action packed we rollin down the map with raw raps...(rhettmatic scratches)**it's magic when the 8 splashes, so magical**it's magic when the 8,8 splashes, all magical**it's magic when the 8 splashes, spectacular**it's magic when the 8* splashes! 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