Emerson - Legion lyrics

[Intro] Captain James t. Kirk: Who the hell are you? Khan Noonien Singh: A remnant of the time long past. Genetically engineered to be superior so as to lead others to peace in a world at war. But we were condemned as criminals. Forced into exile. For centuries we slept, hoping when we awoke things would be different [Verse 1: Deonte] Pa** the weed, tell them hoes come front & center Poppin' bottles like a young all-star center f** with a n***a, girl you know I got it We can keep this thing a secret a secret like Benghazi God bless this bad 'lil Asian Speaks no English, but her body language; Talks to a n***a like I understand Trying to get that oil money n***a Pakistan Allahu Akbar. We 'dodgin cop cars Trying to sell out arenas like the pop stars But I still kick it with hood n***as and trap Gods My God, this track is so hard. Pause Started from the bottom, headed to Mars Sleeping with girls who like girls, I'm in awe Mazel tov. Pharaoh flow. A young Amon-Ra All hale the greatness, so close I can taste it Wasted, off the success. I am the one in the Matrix Huh. My whole click got next now Welcome to Arcade Exile [Verse 2: Omega The Kid] This flow is something that's outlandish Like a girl with a fat a** that looks manish I ride through with a black and no planit Yall n***as is slow mo with bad habits I'm so hip-hop like riding on eight rabbits Most try to steal the flow, but can't grasp it Most try to k** the dough, but can't have it Give 'em "One Direction" with no navi' You only gotta buzz as big as yo avi But this ain't Instagram homie Slang big wood, ya b**h thinks I'm Mathis But this ain't Instaglam homie No names, propane. Explode My game? Old school. Tecmo Ya might not, wanna let your ex know Cuz' we'll f**, and put her in the next show Look. I'm trying to show you who the real Don Dadas Armani fit, with the tan brown Pradas Me and my team knows the money means nada These sky-walking bamas didn't know I'm their father Hold up one second, let me blink. Wait You mother f**ers really think that you're great? I bust heads like a hammer to a nude grape I swear A&Rs now can't think straight Cuz' O-M-E-G-A be straight I play this whole this like EA All doing one-hundred on the freeway I want it all 'lil b**h. No leeway [Verse 3: Emerson] Young papa Don. They love me like I was Lucas I just rolling through my city, throw back in the top ruthless I'm ruthless. b**h. I ain't even twenty-one Think it's funny? I throw twenty bills. You throw twenty ones I'm just busy making moves so all my kids can go to school Pain, sweat and tears. Any real man got 'em I used to live in my back seat, just call it "Started From the Bottom" Coogi on the sweater. You cop it. I wear it better You wear it so you can stunt. I wear the sh** like whatever Yeah. My whole crew on mollys we wildin' Straight mobbin. You could call me John Gatti Ooh, pill got her rolling. Party hard. Loddy doddy She done f**ed the hole team. She ain't missed nobody Damn. So I give that ho a room key f** her to some Drake. Now she wanna Marvin's Room me Damn. So I give that ho a room key f** her to some Drake. Now she wanna Marvin's Room me Damn. So I give that ho a room key f** her to some Drake. Now she wanna Marvin's Room me [Outro] Captain James t. Kirk: Let me explain what's happening here. I was authorized to end you! And the only reason that you are still alive, is because I am allowing it!