The Legacy - Leaf Dog, BVA, Verb T

Yo Yo

Check check yo

Every man acknowledge my polished

Metaphoric graphic logic and knowledge

It’s like my brain is on anabolics

My sound is raw

I’m more Fostex than Panasonic

Man I’m on this

Every mic i smoke it like a bag of chronic

Panoramic pictureful trails

I’m known to prophesise

My potent poetic rhymes are perfection personified

Producing paranormal activity lyrically

My levitating literacy has you meditating literally

Beat specialist

8 bar attack plan

Rely on this like your second time at a fat scam

Attack mic stands like cantona fans

Never squealin' on the hook like abattoir lambs

Everything I make bangs like a nuclear scientist

Loop ??

burn samples the arsonist

Bump this vibration on the ground is elevation

If your looking up to fly in space

There’s no limitation

I’m here to open your brain like a lobotomist

I’ll jump out of a plane to stay on top of this

Around here we live by the wicker man theory, eerie

Pick a thick fickle brain apart, let it pickle in the jar

Lock stock traffic cop, knocked out for tryna stick tickets on your caravan

I’m that scallywag vagabond traveller man

That reads tea leaves and casts spells like Saruman

The hard barrer

Spirit of Che Guavara

Rap bandits see me riding the track on a Kuwahara

This is karma

This dark guy lightin' for dark sky

Spittin I’m bringin' sight to rappers like im arc eye

Divine rhymer

Lines finer than white china

Illin' my spits, still comin' sharper than lime cider

These real words we stay puffin' them ill herbs

Flippin' the biggest scriptures

Like its written by Spielberg

Free the music

It’s been caged till it became raged and abusive

Escaped on some new shit

Sewin' seeds like a dog with 2 dicks

Now they’re seein movements like some cockroaches moved in

Duke Nukem

Drink liquor till this jukes pukin'

Beat loopin', speak truth and shit when its suitin'

The sheep troopin' in the need to get white

Cos comme ci, comme ça, no peace, no pipe

Ay yo i could do with two bun of the buddha skunk

Kat im chewin up so just losing the funk

Hoodie up and im screwing your mum

A ruthless cunt

True Anglo-Saxon words used from my tongue

Abusing my lungs

Drinking juice and rum

So choose your way to depart this earth

I’m getting scared when my heart hurts

Hackin' barclays passwords

I got a parched thirst

On beat and off key

So many white boys on the track steal the milkybars are on me

Mr Dairylea

Smoke cheese till my eyes turn so chinese

I can barely see

Turn the beat in to UFC blood sport

Food on the table

Money for the slum lord

We puff draw in large amounts, much more

Totally stonefaced

Mount Rushmore

High writing this shit

The sky scientist

Jack climbin up the weedstalk to where the giant lives

Kaleidoscope, tight-ropin' psychedelic cyclist

Eyes closed mind open isometric spiralin'

Sad rappers play the hypothetic violin

Ain’t got time to grin thats why humors stay as dry as gin

Super human with the mutant thing that lies within

Creepin' through the sewers like reptilians with slimy skin

Pit bike, prick on the back

Half ounce of chop

Shoutin' bollocks like I absolutely can’t be stopped

Take a Stanley to your string Gabanna rani top

And stick a green banana up your rinky dinky party slot

Pick a seat and you can get a free dick

And sit and keep dog like my Pekinese bitch

Mecca mecca means shit

I kick a rapper in a piss cloud

Make the shit evaporate away

Shit now

I punch drunk throwin jabs at a blurry shape

Learnt my fate in the mud by the pearly gates

I set the bar high, fools aren’t reachin' it

Yo look feeble kid, bro, do you even lift?

(spot me bruv)

I spun spells on these dumbells

Send them all back to the bench looking unwell

You’re having issue with development

I’m guessin' thats the reason why them fools stay negative

Brain stormin'

Downpourin'

A soundboardin'

If its beef i bring it to your crib, like a housewarmin'

Raps is poingant

If I drive this joint in

Thats a joint, actin' boistrous, packin# oysters

Fandabadozi

When you know I eat the canelloni

On the case like Axel Foley

All of these rappers know me

Some of these trappers know me

I grew up right around the corner cuzzy

Ask your homie

Slicin' coconuts

Toppin' up his isotopes

Mys is known to magnify your focus more than rifle scopes

Walking with the dead

Soon sure to hit the ledge

Not a task at all to answer all

The voices in his head

It’s OJ before he stashed that glove

Helpin you reach your final destination

Quicker than your satnav does

A badman

Who has mad stance and packs that punch

Let him know its never ending like a fat mans lunch

Mother Lovers

Fuck a tweet chatter your beak

And leeks pasa?

Bet you if we catch you you’ll leak your weak bladder

Put ya strand on ya, ya piece and tell you no speak nadda

This is people pieces, not sweet like its pina colada

Or Tropicana, or any fool that’s from the Bahamas

No banana, no pineapple, no mango, no guava

Nah its 'Lash man

Back on my grizzle grind

For rizzle for shankle for shizzle my nizzle my nine

Couldn’t sum this up like a monkey with an abacus

Mad absinthe’s eradicating any abstinence

So far gone I need some psychoanalysis

My biro writes through these time clock parameters

Live life in the balance like a tightrope fanatic

Flip lives long when the 5−0 hunt the cannabis

It’s like magic with a puff of the smoke how he vanishes

Yet still pulls rabbits out the hat like Paul Daniels

Smell the vodka

Do your for your bread and butter

Slap ya out your Ralph Lauren teddy jumper

Belly buster

Lost your pill rent another

Look mate I push weight

Dont get toned up munchin' a tesco drug

Lookin' like death warmed up

I’ll send the thunder

Lightning quick

Time to split

Cause like minus 6

We ignite that piff

Line of chizz, Heinekens and a tiny bitch

It’s Eric The Red

The uncontrollable, unmouldable

Unapproachable, know-it-all

Your shit sounds watered down like its soluble

Keep it low key like a crime thats unsolvable

Like a bowlin' ball spinnin' in the alley

Fuck wearin' a bally

Chillin' in death valley

Await the finale like a heavyweight title

Without Bear Grylls livin' a life of survival

The real pow wow not the fake vibrational

Your row now quakes the foundational

Listen to the don with the necronomicon in his palm

And the fire that he vomits upon

Hitch a ride then the comet is gone

Til the next star system

With orion girls droppin her thong

All hail the mad titan

The scavenger of flesh

Tryna court the affections of the avatar of death

Chasin' rappers like the owe me somethin'

I just updated

This one on some whole new function

They can’t out run me

I teleport em both and crumble

Before armour make 'em disappear those two jumpers

These ain’t steps

These leaps, those humungous

You get trampled just for playin' games

No jumanji

Roll that dice

And double when we roll up on him

You couldn’t

Focus high enough to see the gold im ??

You little piggies pork bellied for the carnivore (a grudge match)

I’m out huntin' with the dinosaur (don't mention age)

I’m twice the man of war (jellyfish kids)

Your skin blisters let me piss up on your poster board

(AHHHHHHH…) You fuckin' egg fried gassin'

Red face rotten psychopathic tiny accent?

The buddha face baby, toothache and headbangin'

Lowlife, the reunion without the Braintax in

My slang’s, words of a dirty feathered blitz

Persecutin' verses emerging on empty headed kids

Burst your purse in the search for a piece of solid food

My world’s a hurricane surroundin' me with solitude

How many sheep are here to count before I fall asleep?

A twisted guy in a permanent type of war with peace

Supernaturally blessed with a dark omen

The shark fin king of the start of your last moments