I'ts been a long time coming ...' 
What up tho? West Coast 
'Murs!' 
Crips, Bloods, Essays 
Living Legends ... (thressays?) 
Stoners and the skaters made it cool to be from LA 
Yea, it's no reunions and no come backs 
Everything these new dudes is doin' 
Man we done that - fool! 
Baggin' on the industry since '96 in the average city 
World wide we was grindin' bitch 
So insane the most profane 
And you went and got a momma 
You don't know my name 

'Oh, What? Next lucky' 
Tommy Trojan here 
He a soldier. devotion is approaching them epic proportions yo 
It's the legends. hey, who's supporting? 
Now let me see them L's and talkin' about what's smokin', ,but 
Puff it out tho 
And say whattup tho 
your dudes took a break but they still ain't catching us, yo 
Cool story bro, lucky make the party go 
Now check my audio they love me in the barrio homes (spanish.) 

'Next up on the mic - Eligh' 
This beat is like John Henry, pounding railroad spikes 
My name is the famous, the intimates nameless 
Game changer with language ranger 
Not a stranger to the dark corners of the mind 
Fornicate a half a rhyme or the beat of time 
Never see the line 
Penetrate a fine line between me and you 
Mind your P's and Q's 
Living Legends, even the groupies speak the truth 
Preach to you like no one can 
No one man above the dude, but I am the crow 
Get sh*t on, give it up more than you can too 
Admit it, get with it, Eligh's my name 
Now give it the credit, we all pay dues 
In the Oakland sun.. 

'Next up to bat .. Scarub' 
Time flies, I'm a pilot, all aboard 
Systems clear, time traveler, check the mileage 
To a guide and I hits a deer 
Time is money spend it wisely 
Good investments, more to spare 
And time and time it aint' surprising 
Legends baby, none compare 
But the name on the bill of the cap 
Like a baseball team up to bat 
Major league, run the scene, heavy hitter, rhyme spitter 
But the flow is supreme 
Competing with the underground and the mainstream 
Yea it's on! ... 
Like a bad habit of a drug addict 
New Song! 

Yup! Living legends 

'...Bicasso' 
If you don't do this sh*t for fun your dumb 
Too many people try to be the freshest one 
Umm, Swag, I got your rehab, medicade 
Medical grade A, got to stay paid, eh! 
Yea, with some of this and some of that 
I went at, to my Legends in the front, where you at? 
Go get it! Big! 
BI marching on the Coliseum 
I marked this aisle before the Raiders used to USC 
An' screamin' free OJ 

'Who's that man in the corner comin' out? The Grouch!' 
For then, now and always, I'll be down. 
They all say my raps count triple. 
Grouch, simple man, everyday doin' what I gotta. 
Gotta love what I do, cus I wrote it like a fairy tale. 
It very well grew. 
Now go tell the others, discover something new 
From an old soul bro, so doze know you 
You open your third see a bird's eye view 
Get you higher than the herbs off the words I drew 

'It's the last one, original Aesop' 
This Aesop ain't got no white face 
Best call him by his birth name 
I was there, in the clear 
Watch 'em dance in the first flame 
Dare don't care about hearsay 
Listen up to what him say 
Wise, lies, I ain't lyin' 
Invented inventative word play, biatch! 
Yup! coming back from a seven year itch 
Which is the reason that my style will constantly switch 
Game, put that black back in the name, they lame 
They sound the same, we invented the underground game 
'That's why we take the motherfuckers over 

Its' the man that started this shit, Sunspot ' 
I say my name is Sunspot 
Explode all you fucks 
Ducks in the range, your head tore off 
Best of the best! Legends of it all! 
When all my favorite rappers come whack went soft 
We do it for the honor, we don't lack no heart 
They do it for the Karma, just a tax write off 
Eh, and now they ... 

Defeat? we take 'em all out! Legends! Biatch 

'Living Legends crew, we back! 
Actually, we never left, bitch!'




                          Thanks to Chris for correcting these lyrics