Wrong Side of the Gun (feat. J. Arrr)

I am legend a lyrical sorcerer, no sorts of remorse is given I torture ya Scorching the booth of course flow respected from the Courts to Corsica You just another corpse on these compositions bring coroners Either something in my cornea or these rappers looking cornier I'll corner ya with fire, these pyrotechnics inspiring future & prior legends A fusion reactor, I'm used to applying pressure If music requires ethics, put them tired records Back in a bin like Rooney did Byron Leftwich Truly my mind's infected I'm moody sometimes dejected Grew up in a habitat that's unruly and crime infested Tried & tested cause the obstacles grew in a valiant effort Rhymes majestic now, was down but they knew we was plyometric And we was left with scraps depressed and black shacked up with roaches Even slept with rats to waxing poetic over aggressive tracks From unknowns to two of the best to rap Just expressing facts, tower over the game like you standing next to Shaq No stress attached to my rituals daily Tryna defer is like spiritual draining Why all these niggas be claiming they life a movie but it's fictional mainly Get off my dick and tell ya bitch to come drain me joe we ain't gang And we are not the same you goofies is good with living in locks and chains I'm tryna block the pain and make sure that my life was not in vain You talking jotting flames me and J. Arrr atop the game Think you got the lane til we chase it down like a block from James Now our stock exchanged, I'm planned on closing the market Lyrically I cock and bang! When I'm blamming holes in a target The flows I discarded shitting on ya absolute best, rock a tactical vest The blast gon leave your clavicle wrecked I've been dismantling threats, now they starting to lack existence Been ahead of my time & its by a substantial distance Inscribing impactful lyrics designed cause my passion vicious These niggas never spit from the soul cause they trash in spirt Whenever me and J. Arrr drop a collab you have to hear it My nigga stay in ya lane or you gone be the last to steer it Two living legends two kings of the culture you niggas peasants Too many rappers that's trash we giving you niggas lessons, J. Arrr True killers in this profession Took years & it's near perfection Shit'll make your heart burn, who giving you indigestion Two different sections two men of respect aligning as one Two lethal weapons pray you ain't on the wrong side of the gun nigga