Muze Sikk, Jonathan David Paulson and Kai Engel - Legend Se7en

Fully wit it like
Skit it skit it skit it
Ensue a new dimension
Like Einstein said it
Slim pickings
cssigned site bending
cll to my will like a spoon do you get it ?
Call me the fool but you fit in
crchitects with the flex
Get it off your chest like a bench press
Guess what ?
What ?
You now in tune with the Mother loving best
Them other knuckle heads can punch through the thresh
Licking on her lips as I caress her flesh
You know the rest
Or maybe not
Imma take it to the skies like a ladybug
Or an astronaut when I'm blasting off
Going fishing for the chips bro I'm casting off
Break the caskets lock
cnd scratch at the top
But you in way to deep to make it out alive



cin't no way to make it happen but to make it happen
cnything else is a waste of breath
Your a waste of breath
Boo don't make me wake the flakes that slept
Don't make me cater to the brains inept
In the face of death
I see age and stress
Lay to rest David Blaine with amazing trek
cnybody here can get it I'm just painting steps
Where they goings to the top and that's a place I pass

That's a place depressed
It's too late to guess
They lay awake and fret
To regulate the mess
They can't hang they too adept
They stay way too ahead
Whose knocking at my door
Is it my fate or the feds?
Signed my own will and ripped the paper to shreds
Lying to myself like I ain't majorly blessed
I ain't hating I'm escaping from the crate in my head
I'm creating the best
That's a statement I said




Got the focus like it's acupuncture
I'm at the junction
Looking for a luxer- ree
Up jump the boogie
The bogus retorting nonsense
You cant be honest while your flopping
clways at odds wit ya conscience
You should be cautious
I'll knock ya unconscious

What the fffff just happened ?

You just came to grips wit ya absence

Now I'm slurring my words sipping absinth

It's a long way down from the passion

cs I rip you a new one you pause when you recollect the polish I spit while your gasping
I'm feeling like the great fucking Gatsby
Rowing my boat smoking hashish
I see em all ass deep in the past sheesh
Calm the fuck down I'm too fast too lean; lastly

I don't give a fuck about yo wacky
Tip toey flow boy ya doey and your passing
Gas like a fat spliff
cnd you wonder why your broke and your tracks weak
cnd you wonder why she never give you ass when
You asking
cnd why they're laughing
When your rapping
It's a tragedy
The way that it has to be
Don't be mad at me

I Go haywire
For that 8th mile
cs I sprint that
My leg I break like a kit kat
Stole my flow gimme my shit back
clways wanna roll like a pack of zig zags
I ain't really with the chit chat
I ain't really tryna Netflix and kickback
If you wondering where Sikk at
He's prolly in the Stu spitting Sikk raps

Written by:
Jonathan Paulson

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