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He Is Legend Wounded

you're afraid to talk to me It's like walking with the wounded Carrying that weight way too far The concrete pulled you down so hard Out there with the wounded

Compton nigga when he packin' a gat Yeah nigga, I stay strapped. [Chorus:] Somethin' hot in here, nigga it must be me! [x2] Is it the shades? Is it

times of strife and riots When disfavor controlled the minds of men There appeared a little orphan Who would prove to be the chosen One With his hands he healed the wounded With his words he

t go there! My wound's healing now And your imprint fades, Now just a pale scar For five vanished days. Your voice is so weak, Your face is unclear, Your body a legend

one, competition is none") - Rakim [Verse 2: Consequence] Uh, uh The way Pop was married to the game, he might as well have popped the question 'Cause he

apes An urban legend, in god's eye the perfect seven The first to get in the devil's ass with a verse from heaven Reverse the emblem, he ain't ready for

it comes like a thief in the night Some say you see fire when he breathes on the mic The legend has it, his neck and his back is tattered On his arms

as heroes. Legends of war, homelands await their return. Hailed be heroes of legends and lore. Immortal skies where the black ravens soar. Of legends

Ohh, pick up flutes and fiddles A new tune is beginning A melody forsaken On the chords of our elders song Each note is telling a story A fragment of