Texty:
He Is Legend Opening

(Instrumental)

he bright 'Cause you don't understand him, it don't mean that he nice It just means you don't understand all the bullshit that he write Is it 'Oochie Wally Wally' or is

, makin' it big Over football [unverified] what take it, he did And after all my mama's thankin' God For blessing her child All my mama gotz to do now is

no cops A conscious nigga with mac like Steven Jobs We coming from the Southside, southside Southside, southside Southside, southside, southside side of the Chi Your fly is open, McFly The crowd is open

He said his name was michael and introduced me to evil acts like Robbin parties and pumpin the shotie to keep em back Nobody move, nobody get burst open

sizzlin' It's plain to see, niggas can't fuck wit me 'Cuz I'ma be that nigga for life, this is not an image This is God-given, this is hard livin' Mixed

a few Black is not, it never left I don't need no beads placed around my chest To be considered a black man A picture of malcolm is not on my wall He'

is who's next Nigga, my homey slipped and now he pays the price He did a drive-by, sixteen, now he's doin' triple life Tell me is it me or my upbringin

There was nothing more exciting then to serve and perform On crenshaw and exposition God was born He said please pass the mic to whomever is tight Me