Circa 2006. Oldie, but goodie. (Produced by Mellow Madness)

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Hook:
from the day i was born till the day that i die,
ima keep makin storms spittin flames when i write,
i kick that ill sh_t ,
i spit that real sh_t ,
if u wanna come up f_ckin' wit me, im on that kill sh_t
x2

Verse1:
I get pulled over from the beat cuz i ride it so hard,
look up in the sky, im so fly i be ridin the stars,

...but i aint talkin bout the ones that be gleaming,
im talkin bout the ones that u be seein on ya tv,

TLK is not a man ya wanna play wit,
cuz i got some strange sh** that make any stains lift,

u getcha brains hit, u better not say sh** ,
(why?) cuz if u say sh** , u could catch a face lift,

and by face lift..i mean ya getcha face ripped,
...and f*** ya pride, aint no shame when my thangs spit,

blast my ass with magic beams? now u on some fake sh** ,
turn u white boy and i aint talkin bout no race sh** ,

ill pop up in ya crib, put a gun ya face,
pull the trigger, watch the flag come out that reads 'bang!'

then ill run up in the club, tell ya b*** ta shake it fast,
blast a nut in her face until it looks like jason's mask,

Hook:
from the day i was born till the day that i die,
ima keep makin storms spittin flames when i write,
i kick that ill sh_t ,
i spit that real sh_t ,
if u wanna come up f_ckin' wit me, im on that kill sh_t
x1

bridge:
break it down for em when i spit this fast,
anybody talk sh** , tell em kiss my ass,
and i aint never smashed,
on a cat that hasnt asked for it,

verse 2:
man i blast forward, doin 90 in a 15,
i aint talkin speed, im talkin 90 in ya clique please,

do not try ta mess wit me, im hot where the records be,
u not gettin shot, u gettin chopped where ya neck should be,

unsettle me, and i can gaurantee you'll be regrettin the,
day that u born, cuz ya death'll only pleasure me,

...The Legend Killer, man i'm one of the best,
i bet u if u disagree, u catchin one in ya chest,

cuz i dont i play boy...so dont even try to hate,
up in ya face boy, i'll just look at u and say,

Hook:
from the day i was born till the day that i die,
ima keep makin storms spittin flames when i write,
i kick that ill sh_t ,
i spit that real sh_t ,
if u wanna come up f_ckin' wit me, im on that kill sh_t
x1