What you are about to witness...is a legend in the making
A legend in the making...a legend in the making...a legend in the making...
(Verse 1)
Two words, I'm potent
Well focussed, never hopeless
Valuable like tokens
Roll the chain, I'm insane, oh dear let's start again
Born ready, arms sweaty
Penetrate skins with machetes
Lethal since I was a baby
Two words - Luther King
Watch thrones I'm taking it
I don't sound like I spеak broken English
You trippin', I'm dippin', we sinnin'
Two words, swimming pools full of liquor
Live and diе with my niggas, link up at the block
Outside the hair shop
Chicken shop, after school
That's on God, we blessed
Not stressed, my friends ain't in pen
I drop jewels on and on
I irritate jealous people who want me dead
Comfort zone where I atone
House of pain hits home
Control these flows
Make heat like toast, King of East Coast
You just hesitate war, hesitate smoke
Against all odds just like ghost, Three words, four words
You just got smoked, I returned the globe, now it's my turn, roll the dice I'm coming home...I'm coming home
(Hook)
Lost in the storm, lost in the storm, lost in the storm, underground
Lost in the storm, lost in the storm, lost in the storm, underground
Lost in the storm, lost in the storm, lost in the storm, underground
Lost in the storm, lost in the storm, lost in the storm, underground
(verse 2)
Bread chasin', money makin', collect creams, chase dreams
Work hard, exceed reach for the stars
And let God guide you
Whilst demons fight you, spite you, dislike you
Like Thai food, Ryu, my guy, high kick
Too fly, live once, you die, so high, smoke trees
Love greens, street fiends, ghetto stars, black seeds
Money trees, you see this life uneasy
Sleazy, wind breezy like fabreeze
By 21 I'll have my own keys
I call myself Luther cuz I have dreams
Hope for eternal peace, fuck greed
Fuck fuck niggas, fuck triggers, fuck killers, fuck death
Fuck fake friends, fuck offence
Pay my music with respect, or reject the truth
Pussio don't say it with chest
Criss-cross my foes again, Taylor Swift in a drift
My mission is the end this shit
This here you won't forget, straight bars, flashy cars
Blood tears, real scars, the king is back
The king of rap attack, words in a swift
Drift like Mario, floss like Sadio
Waste money like Bassanio
I'm broke, I broke the two-word curse
Oh well, Underground, hear my sound
Right now that stuff you promote is foul
You need Colgate to heal that breath
Mic check 1-2, quick test
Say it with me real niggas are the best
That's it with me and the pen..yeah!
(Hook)
Lost in the storm, lost in the storm, lost in the storm, underground
Lost in the storm, lost in the storm, lost in the storm, underground
Lost in the storm, lost in the storm, lost in the storm, underground