(Intro)

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 speak broken English

You trippin', I'm dippin', we sinnin'

Two words, swimming pools full of liquor

Live and die 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 (x4)

(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 (x32)