Yo, live from the West Side is one
Under the sun
Representin' J-Town to the fullest
Raps are bullets
You see them haters, they be duckin'
When Legend be buckin'
Up in the kitchen tuckin'
On the table, got my own label
JL official Gods willin' 'cause we stable
I hustle so don't be hatin' on me 'cause I got my shine
Do your own hip hop and let me do mine
أنا دارس هذا الفن من جذوره لإنه في دمي
ولقبوني بالسفير لإنه الخبرة من عندي ومني
وأنا فاهم إلي حدث, لإنه عندي حدس
وإلي مو فاهم إلي سار و ما يعرف يقول عدس
تبغى تفهم, حاضطر أقلك مالأول
من أول ... من أول أول ... من أول أول
من أول لازم منه علشان تفهم الأسس
لإنه أيام زمان كانوا يربوا بالتلاليك و المدس
يخاطبني السفيه بكل قبح
فأكره أن أكون له مجيبا
يزيد سفاهة فأزيد حلماً
كعود زاده الإحراق طيبا
Think of every dollar, every set waved
Think of every drop of blood that's been paid
Most of these young niggas who were dumb saying
Television without bowing down to the sensei
Teachers can be found at your front door
Confident but unsure Stevens found among y'all
Might show but central
Nothing original found
But when the pin of the sound is harder than the gun drawn
Young Bucks acting like they G's when thug's home
So flavor when a blaze without the
They have not the slightest idea, the touch of Midas
Year after years of puttin' in work here
The overnight star takes at least ten years for the wall to breakdown and cheddar 'round his chairs
And stick to the skin and put the win for the underdog
And swim through the rubble and past these shark fins c'mon
يخاطبني السفيه بكل قبح
فأكره أن أكون له مجيبا
يزيد سفاهة فأزيد حلماً
كعود زاده الإحراق طيبا
Yeah, let the fire burn I'm begging you
'Cause the fumes are contagious some miles ahead of you
People burn what they don't understand, the man in front of you
With a plan [???] the chance for some of you
[???] had grips (for Miles Davis)
You people can't bend this and rookies can't recognize greatness
It's hard we end up dead, then famous
The manifestation, the dead man bless a dead nation
As I sit back relax with Jeddah on my back
Make sure my bag's packed so I can hustle these tracks
I can't depend on my label or my manger
I've always been a one man show like The Damaja
الشي إلي بيدفعني ما يحتاجلو تفسير, و حبي الأول و الأخير ما راح أوصفو
الكبير كبير, والنص نص نص نص, والصغير ما نعرفو
يخاطبني السفيه بكل قبح
فأكره أن أكون له مجيبا
يزيد سفاهة فأزيد حلماً
كعود زاده الإحراق طيبا
Don Legend, X: 144, Mo Jax
Fredwreck, Beit el Hip Hop, 2009
This is right here is another Saudi Arabian, Egyptian and Palestinian collaboration for shiggadaz