(Verse 1)

Legible

All competitors know

AKA: Mr. Legible Flows

Bass gon' shake

From your head to your toes

I never take off days

Workin' better alone

Endeavor to own

All of my predecessors thrones

In my hand is where you can place your ring

Cause you better not drown with the reign I bring

Still take cover, all Hail the Kiiiing

Constant illustrations

Paradoxes

Always hunting for the right words

(Hook)

Mayday, Mayday we got-

Trouble on our hands, he goes by:

Legible Legible Legible

(3x)

Mayday Mayday we got trouble on our hands...

(Verse 2)

You know I’m foolin' on the block

But never mess around with throwing shade or dropping names

I'd rather give it my one hunnit

But the legend of Legible's allegedly

Incredible

It's unforgettable

And I’m an animal

You just so petty dawg

And you’d be better off

Just letting go of any dreams of being something like an artist

(Artist)

Boy I’m all around you like a harness

(Harness)

If you’re hangin’ with me, I’m the hardest

(Hardest)

No need to fret, that’s guitarists

(Pardon)

All my errors but the trust is tarnished

(Tarnished)

But you know I got the-

Flows and writtens

That go ballistic

As Opposed to these

Foes that spit it

All slow, no rhythm

I’m appalled

But my flows the chillest

Like frozen rivers

And it’s colder

Than polar limits

But you know

These bars alone I’m (Barcelona) kickin’

Are goals I’m hittin

Left alone

I can grow, but really-

None of these rappers are control-B

Got me laughing like a broke screen

Cracking up but I don’t need

No sleep

(Verse 3)

When I find a beat

I find a flow that fits it

Time is slow but livin’

Like I’m low on minutes

Rhymes got poor connection

Lines get no reception

Goin’ off in a 16 these rounds are fire, No loaded weapons

Why’re you so pretentious?

I’mma flow relentless

Lives are close to endin’

Our Lives are close to endin’

Wrap your mind around it like a headband

Thinkin’ out the box, the volume’s up, you lack depth man

You’re in the area but only on the surface like a sweat gland

You’re about as deep as a bread pan

Hold up, like a kickstand

Pennin’ bars with the right, still gonna smack ya with the left hand

I’m ambidextrous

When you know I want a face-to-face, you better look both ways like a webcam

Or there’ll be hands you’re catchin’

Imma Pull up

Like your pants were saggin’

Then I’ll fall back

Like the game was laggin’

It’ll go dumb

If you go and act smart

Cause I’m razor sharp, the hate I shave it off, you know I’ll make it large, I’m-

Bad to the bone

Like deposits of calcium grown

On your back and knee caps, and I’ve shown

I can rap, on a path all alone

In the past I was trash but I’m better now and

I think I deserve some recognition

For every lyric I've ever written

I’m a better spitter than every little

Competitor that’ll say I’m never puttin’ effort in it

Plus I’m better than your family but that’s relative

The bars up in my head create a mental prison

For whoever listens

I put the deuce up on your bill but that’s not a jefferson

And then I’m goin’ in like EpiPens

But as Zachary’s rippin’ it

Like collateral ligaments

Tearin’ Tracks into bits

And they wanna jack how he’s spittin’ it

Don’t you act like you didn’t and

I’m attackin’ all livid

And then I’m passionate minutes

Right after snappin’ I guess I’m a little

Passive aggressive

Like Gavin McInnes

I wear a cap but no limits

On how I rap cause I’m gifted

The craft needs my presence

I’m packing my special belongings and I represent it

I’m a rapping portrait, a spittin’ image

(Refrain)

Wait a minute

Wait a minute

Wait a minute

Yeah

(Bridge)

When you see what I do

I make your hair stand on end

You can’t deny I’m the truth

Yet you lie in your beds

And I won’t leave till it’s through

All of my enemies heads

That their time’s at an end

(Hook)

Mayday, Mayday we got-

Trouble on our hands, he goes by:

Legible Legible Legible

Mayday Mayday we got trouble on our hands…

(Bridge)

When you see what I do

I make your hair stand on end

You can’t deny I’m the truth

Yet you lie in your beds

And I won’t leave till it’s through

All of my enemies heads

That their time’s at an end

Mayday Mayday we got TROUBLE