Brand New - Living Legends

Westcoast…

Now I don’t make mixtapes I don’t care who did

I make whole records make more than you did who’s this?

Mr. Buck 45 bout to trip on you suckas wavin rags ain’t never been crips

It’s the Pic-o president motherfuckers know me

I keep it O. G watchin episodes of O. C

I’m low-key blown up L. A grown up

All around the world they got both (bells thrown up ??)

Hold up, it’s a family of folks

Poppin the mids with the smoke when you’re broke

Lighten the mood with the comical jokes

Do it to the movement cause the music provokes

Smooth shit you get used with the trueness though

Some of you know livin their life stupid

Got a lotta plans but they never gon' do shit

Til you get off your ass and try to make that music blast

And make the ladies dance, motivate your mind

Advance past the devilish plans

They got your life in they hands

Livin it fast they tryin to take a chance with your soul

Only youth feels like this, looks like this

Then you know it’s brand new

Makin my mind up breakin' the line up

Shakin the fine whatever was takin' your time up

Niggas they rhyme but they ain’t making the A-team

This legendary status seems truly amazing

Stocks and bonds formulated can’t break it cause

Eight is enough but true funk we can’t fake it

Does the word forever mean anything to you

Well it’s whatever we do we stay forever brand new

Choppin' it up, flippin it, what?

Zippin' it close hoes don’t but your lip in it

Sinister style symphony rippin' it

Fellas L’s please ladies put their hip in it

These folks got infinite jokes

Whole rap careers from a templet hoax

Sip without The Grouch involved

Ain’t no spout in small streams of

Spit drip while I’mma fountain off

I’m too cool for school bad news and dude

Cocky with nothin' to prove get in the groove

I’m not impressed with the fools you jock

I wrap circles round necks like a noose (??)

They make threats but they run the cops

If I need security I find it on my block!

I got a neighborhood watch you won’t walk and

No this ain’t talk you best to not cross bitch!

On tap like a barback black Cadillac smooth intellect

Who’s on the next Star Trek with rack-mounted styles that’s

Posted up in the studio the sky

Heavens sent get hell bent off gideons side of your minds

Key to the city…

Put on the end of my mission pull to attract

(there is a new group ??) of citizens

In this art that’s brand new yet

Older than iceberg slim’s view on how to make a little dough

Kneeding young ears into the perfect picture show

No holding back here we come as we journey to the sun

With mountains on the one like bubble boy’s stun

Deep in trouble boy run like Ghostface

Legends run the place

Hillary bring a new villain to the work called taste

So absurd you fake all you do is hate

Hope the bridge don’t break

Cause every problem that you make

Only pushes me further when I’m gone I’m gone

To where I don’t give a fuck who’s ridin…

Down the road up the street around the corner and bends

Along the coast of California where the sidewalk ends

Over the county line under the borders

Through the hole in the fence to reach you and your friends ladies…

I make music like love and viceverse a night nurse

With the right words to push your buttons

Like a star 69 my might flirts

They can feel it like the holy ghost through them tight skirts

Oh man amen it’s like church bodies (?? put) together

Like hands through our names you outburst like oh my god

Holy shhhhh… Legends uhhh… it feels like this…