the Legacy

Intro: melachi the nutcracker

Yo this is the nutcracker, youknawhati’mmsayin?

I got my mine lil dap, and my man guru from gang starr

With my man dj premier on the track

So sit back, and hold your head

And witness the legacy of street knowledge

Knawhatimean?

{"{"}guru}

Once again, it’s the gang from the group home

Watch out we two grown

Little *****s, bustin out on your ass, in the new zone

Using new chrome, to settle thief and cop a new home

Realest history, time to seal this victory

Mastermind, one of a kind, that’s why your chick stick to me

And sick to me, the way my voice melts the track

Giving mc’s fifty lashes, puttin welts in your backs

Why you talkin all that, i’mma dap in the hoopdy

Plottin on your weirdos, cuz most of y’all are male groupies

Throw you some panties, for you femenine side

Im flippin on you, **** my gentleman side

I’m gettin bent and then ride, straight to where you rest

Vigilante shots, thunder going straight to you vest

So much anger, but you thought you knew me best

We livin legacy, and yo I’m thankful to be blessed (*echo*)

Chorus: melachi the nutcracker, guru (repeat 1.5x)

Superior, all soldiers are obedient

With wars unsure, and the fools shall face punishment

We wanna infatrate the premicise, y’all prejudice

We livin legacy, real *****s will remember us

- inspectah deck

{"{"}lil dap}

Uh, see love is stronger then pride

Now *****s, open your eyes and swap with you

All these *****s think that they fly

The sounds from the streets, make my brain and unique

And lil dap will knock ya dead ass of your feet

My legend speaks for itself, from the very ambitious

*****s be dissing, trying to my ass out of prison

Feel what I feel, in the street you know **** is real

You know the deal, and natural fact you gotta pack steel

But back in the days, you couldn’t even act like that

You can get slapped, reactin on somebodies lyrics like

My legacy is long, like an acura live john, just begone

Vibin thru the ghetto with bombs

*****s watch out, you heard the horns from brook-lan

But sacrifice my arm just for the game of hip hop

To what’s your beef? a leader not a follower

Check me out, the legacy baby, no doubt, no doubt, no doubt

Chorus 2x

{"{"}guru}

I’m sorry, is all you have to say

Cuz your ***** ass can’t come back around the way

This form of hip hop, drip drops constantly

From my mind to the wax, spiritual canetic energy

Can’t turn me off and on with a leaver

I’m too clever, my crew sever, never

Rumors said that o.g. was was up, nah I live for ever

Born royal blood, the legacy we trensetters

{"{"}lil dap}

Yo, you know me, me and my east new york representatives

Battle with scars, you figured *****s who we are

Remember back in the days when the club used to rock

Be the **** that strong rhymin, have you shook and amazed

Cuz these were the days, you couldn’t even lay you with chains

Now watch these lanes, try to pick with my brain

So check my undertoke, watch you suck that ass up, yo

Me and the nutcracker, and we on the go

Chorus 1.5x

- inspectah deck

(scratched couple of times)