Muze Sikk - Legend 19 Lyrics

Rock a old pairs of shoes
These MFs lost and they look a bit confused
It's Sikk with a rhythm so real you couldn't pin it on a ass
When I simmers on a mass
I get shivers for the slack

This ain't no average jack shit
Come down with no parachute
Play with my name I will embarrass you
Broke out the mix with the folks in a cinch
I was falling for her ways now I'm wicked with wench
Ain't no ratchet it's a wrench
An assassin in a pinch
An assessment an assist
Anesthetics in the slits

Let it breath
Or not
I'm on my cutthroat get it flow
Coming out the gutter
Like dirt roads erode for the bones
And they break down base
Ball Brady
Swag on a pass you can't catch no waiving
Surfer Rosa
With a burst of focus
Circa 1994
That's major ursa

Plotting on my downfall
You gotta be kidding me
Muze to the Sikk
Made 'em trip like ketamine
Used to the shit
You MFs be settling
Better ring God for the dead elite
Let 'em in

333 days in this bitch
Every night we commune with the light suffused
You on that play the role shit till the role played out
I'm on that
Know who I am so I'm staying devout

Yo
Switch it up
Every flow suck these days
We got clout chasing hos going down for fame
Like they praying but really they be preying on ignorance
Slithering on down to the dick grip the Dillinger
Spit
This infection is sick
Disinfect it
Muze had a haul before he ever had a message
Flash all fleshy so they don't get the method
Watch where I'm stepping
Eyes wide shut with this
Lethal weapon