DJ Premier - Lessons Of Legends lyrics

[Intro] There's no justice, it's just us Watching your back, it be a must There are no words that can express how I feel Even though I act crazy Go in the ash trays, spark the weed up My alias Kadafi They call me Hussein Fatal, it's a two-game table [Verse 1: Young Noble] Scott La Rock died tryna break up a fight They caught my ni**a Pac, through the door at the light They hit B.I.G., through the door at the light Was that a coincidence? Or two planned hits My brother Yaki Kadafi took one in his face By somebody he knew, stretched in the project hallway Fatal car flipped, he got ejected out the front windshield Broke most of his bones and his neck Sean Price, and Big Syke, my ni**as died in they sleep Since Big Pun, I been more health conscious of what I eat Be cautious out in these streets These ni**as are straight haters, [?] jacker I pray Allah made his grave spacious They got Nip right in front of his store We still sheddin' "Tattoo Tears" galore Like "The Good Die Young", they had so much more To accomplish, still lightin' up the darkness in the world, like Pimp C, Fat Pat, and DJ Screw Big Stretch, and Seagram, Big L, and Guru Freaky Tah, Jam Master Jay, yeah Mausberg, Soulja Slim, and Mac Dre Big Hawk, Chinx Drugz, Bankroll Fresh Shawty Lo, Pop Smoke, and XXX I miss the Ol' Dirty ba*tard, and Eazy-E Nate Dogg, Phife Dawg, and MC Breed [?], my ni**a Flipside, O.F.T.B MCA from Beastie Boys, Proof, and Heavy D, yeah J Dilla, Mac Miller, and Prodigy Professor X, Bad Azz, and Apache Lord Infamous, and Koopsta Knicca Johnny "J" from on his own KMG the Illustrator (Uh) King Von, Left Eye, and Aaliyah (Yeah) Natina Reed, [?], and Double D(?) In the streets, it's like they hate you even when they love you You can ask Doe B, or even Stack Bundles A$AP Yams, Big DS from Onyx Can't forget Juice WRLD, and Chip Banks from Harlem Man, and so many more, they got money for war But can't feed the poor I pray we learn some lessons from the legends before Get your money, stay focused, hip-hop, let's live long (C'mon) [Verse 2: Conway the Machine] Yeah, it's [?], I'm a outlaw Came a long way from selling raw, now I sell out tour (Talk to 'em) Keep the swam on me whenever I'm goin' outdoors (Hah) Shoot the glizzy with my left hand, I'm punching Southpaw (Doo, doo ,doo) We been getting bags out a the street, don't know about y'all Colombian connect, why would I worry about a drought for? I see rappers on the internet, they chasin' clout more (They chasin' clout) Postin' they location like, they ain't gon' make a [?] Lost a lotta legends but, legends never die They live forever through their music And the pressure they applied They definitely inspired me to strive For perfection when I rhyme You see how exceptionally I glide On any beat placed in front of me They say "Machine, he got the crown" I take it humbly, one K for my dungarees Took a bullet to my head I guess God wasn't done with me (He wasn't done) Hip-hop saved my life, now life is luxury [Outro] At some point in life, you gotta learn to let it come and go O-o-only if the math is real Stay on my job, grind with my squad Make no mistake, this sh*t is real Boy, you should have known by now, Eazy-Duz-It Enough to make a ni**a go crazy Sean Price, Bushwick Bill Bushwick Bill is on the goddamn hunt Mac motherfu*kin' Dre Hold up, hey Best of [?], The Five Footer, I kick the mad style Well, guess what? Pimp C came with Big L My name is Ecstacy DOOM from the realm of El Kulum, smelly gel fume Had to hit the brakes on y'all ni**as like whoa Yo world I hope you're ready for me, now gather round And I am MC Heavy D D to the R, the O Y (?) I'm big bang [?] everywhere [?] Jam Master Jay, Big Mac, DMX, [?] I'd like to introduce myself, my name is Biz Markie Brrr, stick 'em, ha-ha-ha, stick ' em