War Games
The Living Legends Lyrics


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[PSC]
I know where the music came from, I not a lame dumb dumb
Origin is respected but still we choose to come, original
Down from my talk to my walkin'
Heads out to please the king Christopher Walken
A city with fly lingo and bad ass latinas
Got heads on this side biting styles still unequal
Unless you assimilate you never considered great
Demonstrate the speech from your birth place you can't race
Disgraced by false handshakes, these punk rap dudes
Talk behind our back but they don't want the feud
A few of them seen the ads y'all helped us pay for
Now they say what's up in the club! What the fuck whore!?
Listen up bitch! You diss because you can't see
Born in California actin' N Y C
Influence is golden but when mics is holding
I roll with the oath to spit what's never stolen
It keeps us out the mix shows and tape decks of 64's
Because we in the middle, we strangers to the riddle
For DJs who play this the bravest get propers
But most won't even touch this unless we sign to Rawkus!

[The Grouch]
I met you twice before and shook your hand
You didn't feel it
Did it for the cap but should have acted like I'd peel it
Now I'm in the skillet on the burner in the back
Caught between the trunk bump and the motherfucking boom bap
Bring the tune back,
You're craps in the chop shop
Thermometer up your ass
That's the reason that I'm not hot
But I got a fever times three for every CD
Bound to be the missing link
For those who want to meet me at the crossing
I'll be the one semi-flossing
With mega self-respect but avoid to go with that
Cause he's employed to act like he doesn't see the free man
Oops that's too much credit, I bet it isn't the plan
Freak of nature, I'm the stranger, you're bad with names bra
Change your views, I'm giving clues
Strangest news you're about to lose
Blame them fools who got the tools.

[Eligh]
I'd never consider moving out
When it comes to the coast I'm dwelling on
Hell if I ever switch up the weather
To fit what these other fellas are on
I cause a renaissance
Renovating creativeness on this side of the coast
Self-hatred, radio stations
They play their shit while they brag and they boast
It's not about toe tagging with a rag and a magnum
It's all about respect
Caught in the middle without a clue
Legendary originality here to battle the fallacy
Here to put it down with my crew
Actually I'm open to any option, except belly flopping
Over a sloppy copy of a Primo track, that's a fact
Action taken by middlemen
While you fiddle with pens and pronouns
Trying to pronounce like your pro-eastern affiliate
When I affiliate my style with the golden state
While you're holding hate, claiming to hold weight
Now, much respect to the roots but once you've walked in these boots
Doing a format like that is so fake
You're a dormant doormat
Wearing a whores hat
With a horrible imitation of what you consider great
When that's only a bite.
Your eyes are bigger than your stomach
So when you plummet into the darkness
We'll be rising into the light (that's right, that's right)
So when you plummet into the darkness
We'll be rising into the light (that's right, that's right)

[Aesop]
I'm anti, but I'm not anti-social
You can feel it through my soul
My presence through my vocals
"How the fuck they got fans?
Man them niggas only local."
Bitch we chase down the mic
And put you rhymes in a chokehold
I'm a pro bro, comin' fresh ain't a problem so
Legends' got skills
Cause we're always evolvin'
And involvin' our self in the life of our fans
Revolvin' around them like the earth on its axis
And neva payin' no taxes man
Firm in my shoes where I stand
Not a stranger to this land
With my choice of words I gain respect and proceed
They say if you don't succeed try, try again my friend
Ya must make words blend within the beat then
Make it a part of this world, make your mark on this earth
For what it's worth, evade the demons while they lurk
In the envy of the jerks bi-coastal who smirk
At the talent and the balance that shine in our work
The suckas love to hate us and these girls LOVE TO FLIRT
Stranger to the under ground, ya neva dug the dirt




True we blowin' up fool and it hurts to be you
Still tryin' to sound like them, just to make it through!!!!

Overall Meaning

The Living Legends' song War Games is a lyrical masterpiece that touches upon the issues facing underground artists in the music industry. The verses highlight the perspective of different members of the group and their struggles to gain recognition and respect for their originality in the midst of imitation and cultural appropriation. PSC brings attention to the ignorance of those who do not understand the origin of the music and criticizes those who try to copy it without understanding its origin. The Grouch talks about the frustration of being trapped between two forms of hip-hop and the struggle to find balance, while also pointing out the lack of self-respect in those who are "employed to act like they don't see the free man." Eligh talks about the need for authenticity and the battle against self-hatred and conformity in order to maintain originality. Meanwhile, Aesop emphasizes their dedication to their craft and their unwillingness to conform to industry standards in order to stay true to their art.


Overall, the lyrics of War Games showcase the challenges and pressures faced by underground artists in the music industry while also bringing attention to the importance of authenticity and originality.


Line by Line Meaning

I know where the music came from, I not a lame dumb dumb
I am aware of the origins of the music and I am not ignorant or unintelligent


Origin is respected but still we choose to come, original
We acknowledge and honor the roots of the music, but we also bring our own unique style and originality


Down from my talk to my walkin'
From the way I speak to the way I carry myself, my authenticity is evident


Heads out to please the king Christopher Walken
We strive to impress and entertain, just like a performer trying to please a revered figure like Christopher Walken


A city with fly lingo and bad ass latinas
This city has a vibrant and cool language and is home to strong and confident Latina women


Got heads on this side biting styles still unequal
There are artists on our side who imitate our style but cannot match our skill and uniqueness


Unless you assimilate you never considered great
If you don't conform and become like everyone else, you are never recognized as truly great


Demonstrate the speech from your birth place, you can't race
Showcase the language and culture of your hometown, you can't rush or imitate it


Disgraced by false handshakes, these punk rap dudes
We are disrespected by fake people who pretend to be friendly but are actually deceitful


Talk behind our back but they don't want the feud
They gossip about us but are not willing to confront us directly


A few of them seen the ads y'all helped us pay for
Some of them have benefited from the advertisement supported by our fans


Now they say what's up in the club! What the fuck whore!?
Now they try to act friendly and greet us in the club, but they are being disrespectful


Listen up bitch! You diss because you can't see
Listen carefully, you criticize us because you lack understanding or vision


Born in California actin' N Y C
I was born in California but I embrace the attitude and style of New York City


Influence is golden but when mics is holding
Having influence is valuable, but true greatness comes when we hold the microphones


I roll with the oath to spit what's never stolen
I am committed to deliver original lyrics that have never been copied or stolen


It keeps us out the mix shows and tape decks of 64's
Our style and uniqueness prevent us from being included in popular shows and mixtapes


Because we in the middle, we strangers to the riddle
We are seen as outsiders because we are neither fully accepted nor part of the mainstream


For DJs who play this the bravest get propers
The DJs who have the courage to play our music deserve respect and recognition


But most won't even touch this unless we sign to Rawkus!
However, most DJs and industry players will only support us if we sign with a big record label like Rawkus


I met you twice before and shook your hand
I have encountered you on two occasions and greeted you


You didn't feel it, did it for the cap but should have acted like I'd peel it
You didn't show any genuine response, you just did it as a formality, but you should have pretended to be more enthusiastic


Now I'm in the skillet on the burner in the back
Now I'm in a difficult situation, under pressure and in the background


Caught between the trunk bump and the motherfucking boom bap
I'm caught between the low-end bass and the classic boom bap sound


Bring the tune back, you're craps in the chop shop
Let's rewind the song, your verses are worthless or fake


Thermometer up your ass, that's the reason that I'm not hot
Your lack of talent or authenticity is the reason why I am more successful or popular


But I got a fever times three for every CD
But I have a strong passion and dedication for making music, reflected in every CD I release


Bound to be the missing link for those who want to meet me at the crossing
I am the key connection for those who want to connect or collaborate with me


I'll be the one semi-flossing with mega self-respect but avoid to go with that
I'll be the one showing moderate success and confidence, but I won't conform to certain expectations or trends


Cause he's employed to act like he doesn't see the free man
Because he is obligated to pretend not to notice the independent artist


Oops that's too much credit, I bet it isn't the plan
Oops, that's giving too much praise or recognition, I bet it's not their intention or plan


Freak of nature, I'm the stranger, you're bad with names bra
I am unique and extraordinary, while you are unfamiliar or forgetful about important people


Change your views, I'm giving clues, strangest news you're about to lose
You need to change your perspective, I'm providing hints or insights, the shocking news is you are about to face a defeat


Blame them fools who got the tools
Blame those fools who have the means or resources


I'd never consider moving out, when it comes to the coast I'm dwelling on
I would never think of leaving, I am committed to this coast or region


Hell if I ever switch up the weather to fit what these other fellas are on
Even if I had to adapt or conform to the prevailing trends, I would never change to accommodate what other artists are doing


I cause a renaissance, renovating creativeness on this side of the coast
I bring about a rebirth or revival, innovating and refreshing creativity on this side of the coast


Self-hatred, radio stations, they play their shit while they brag and they boast
The radio stations promote their own music and boast about it, displaying a self-centered attitude


It's not about toe tagging with a rag and a magnum
It's not about being involved in violence or gang-related activities


It's all about respect, caught in the middle without a clue
It's all about earning respect, feeling stuck or confused in the middle of a situation


Legendary originality here to battle the fallacy
We bring our unique and renowned originality to combat falsehood or misconception


Here to put it down with my crew, actually I'm open to any option except belly flopping
We are here to showcase our skills and collaborate with our crew, but we are open to trying different styles or approaches, except for failing miserably


Over a sloppy copy of a Primo track, that's a fact
We refuse to imitate poorly or incompetently a track made by DJ Premier, that's a fact


Action taken by middlemen, while you fiddle with pens and pronouns
While you waste time playing with words and grammar, middlemen take action or make things happen


Trying to pronounce like your pro-eastern affiliate, when I affiliate my style with the golden state
You are trying to imitate an Eastern style or affiliation, but I represent and associate with the unique style of the West Coast


While you're holding hate, claiming to hold weight
You are filled with negativity and claiming to be important or influential


Now, much respect to the roots but once you've walked in these boots
We acknowledge and respect the roots of the genre, but unless you have experienced what we have, you won't fully understand


Doing a format like that is so fake, you're a dormant doormat
Doing a style or format like that is inauthentic, you are passive and unassertive


Wearing a whore's hat with a horrible imitation of what you consider great
You are pretending to be great with a terrible imitation of what you admire or consider exceptional


When that's only a bite, your eyes are bigger than your stomach
When that's merely a copy, you are overestimating your abilities or aspirations


So when you plummet into the darkness, we'll be rising into the light (that's right, that's right)
So when you face failure or decline, we will be experiencing success and progress


I'm anti, but I'm not anti-social
I hold dissenting views or opinions, but I am not opposed to socializing or interacting with others


You can feel it through my soul, my presence through my vocals
You can sense my true nature and passion through the emotions conveyed in my music


How the fuck they got fans? Man them niggas only local
How did those artists gain a fanbase? They are only recognized or known within a limited local area


Bitch we chase down the mic and put your rhymes in a chokehold
We vigorously pursue the microphone and dominate the rap scene with our powerful lyrics


I'm a pro bro, comin' fresh ain't a problem so
I am a professional, coming up with fresh ideas or music is not difficult for me


Legends' got skills, cause we're always evolvin' and involvin' our self in the life of our fans
We, the Living Legends, possess exceptional skills because we are constantly evolving and engaging with our fans


Revolvin' around them like the earth on its axis and never payin' no taxes man
We revolve around our fans, just like the Earth revolves on its axis, and we do not take any financial advantage from them


Firm in my shoes where I stand, not a stranger to this land
I am confident and secure in my position, not unfamiliar with this territory


With my choice of words I gain respect and proceed
With my careful selection of words, I earn respect and continue on my path


They say if you don't succeed try, try again my friend
People say that if you fail, you should keep trying and not give up


Ya must make words blend within the beat then, make it a part of this world, make your mark on this earth
You must ensure that your lyrics flow harmoniously with the music, creating a cohesive piece of art and leaving a lasting impact on the world


For what it's worth, evade the demons while they lurk
Despite the challenges and temptations, avoid the negative influences that may be present


In the envy of the jerks bi-coastal who smirk
We attract envy from those rude individuals who are located on both coasts and have a smug attitude


At the talent and the balance that shine in our work
They are envious of the talent and skillful harmony that shines in our artistic creations


The suckas love to hate us and these girls LOVE TO FLIRT
The haters love to despise us, while the girls enjoy flirting with us


Stranger to the underground, ya never dug the dirt
These individuals are unfamiliar with the underground music scene and have never truly explored or experienced its foundations


True we blowin' up fool and it hurts to be you
It is true that we are gaining fame and success, and it must be painful for you to witness


Still tryin' to sound like them, just to make it through!!!!
You are still attempting to mimic or imitate others, just to find your way to success




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@Fischstix95

[Verse 1 - PSC]
I know where the music came from, I ain't a lame dumb-dumb
Origin is respected but still we choose to come original
Down from my walk to my talkin'
Heads be out to please the king Christopher Walken
A city with fly lingo and bad ass latinas
Got heads on this side biting styles still unequal
Unless you assimilate you never considered great
Demonstrate speech from your birth place you can't race
Disgraced by false handshakes, these punk rap dudes
Talk behind our back but they don't want the feud
A few of them seen the ads y'all helped us pay for
Now they say what's up in the club
What the fuck whore
Listen up bitch, you diss because you can't see
Born in California, rappin' NYC
Influence is golden but when mics is holding
I roll with the oath to spit what's never stolen
It keeps us out the mix shows and the tape decks of 64's
Because we in the middle, we strangers to the riddle
For DJs who play this the bravest get propers
But most won't even touch this unless we sign to Rawkus

[Verse 2 - The Grouch]
I met you twice before and shook your hand
You didn't feel it
Did it for the cap but should have acted like I'd peel it
Now I'm in the corner on the burner in the back
Caught between the trunk bump and the motherfucking boom bap
Bring the tune back
You're craps in the chop shop
Thermometer up your ass
That's the reason that I'm not hot
But I got a fever times three for every CD
Bound to be the missing link
For those who want to meet me at the crossing
I'll be the one semi-flossing
With mega self-respect but a void to go with that
Cause he's employed to act like he doesn't see the free man
Oops that's too much credit, I bet it isn't the plan
Freak of nature, I'm the stranger, you're bad with names bra
Change your views, I'm giving clues
Strangest news you're about to lose
Blame them fools who got the tools

[Verse 3 - Eligh]
I'd never consider moving out
When it comes to the coast I'm dwelling on
Hell if I ever switch up the weather
To fit what these other fellas are on
I cause a renaissance
Renovating creativeness on this side of the coast
Self-hatred, radio stations
They play their shit while they brag and they boast
It's not about toe tagging with a rag and a magnum
It's all about respect
Caught in the middle without a clue
Legendary originality here to battle the fallacy
Here to put it down with my crew
Actually I'm open to any option, except belly flopping
Over a sloppy copy of a Primo track, that's a fact
Action taken by middlemen
While you fiddle with pens and pronouns
Trying to pronounce like your pro-eastern affiliate
When I affiliate my style with the golden state
While you're holding hate, claiming to hold weight
Now, once you've walked in these boots
Doing a format like that is so fake
You're a dormant doormat
Wearing a whores hat
With a horrible imitation of what you consider great
When that's only a bite
Your eyes are bigger than your stomach
So when you plummet into the darkness
We'll be rising into the light

[Scratches]

[Verse 4 - Aesop]
I'm anti, but I'm not anti-social
You can feel it through my soul
My presence through my vocals
How the fuck they got fans
Man them niggas only local
Bitch we chase down the mic
And put you rhymes in a chokehold
I'm a pro bro, comin' fresh ain't a problem so
Legends' got skills
Cause we're always evolvin'
And involvin' our self in the life of our fans
Revolvin' around them like the earth on its axis
And neva payin' no taxes man
Firm in my shoes where I stand
Or a stranger to this land
With my choice of words I gain respect and proceed
They say if you don't succeed try, try again my friend
Ya must make words blend within the beat then
Make it a part of this world, make your mark on this earth
For what it's worth, evade the demons while they lurk
In the envy of the jerks bi-coastal who smirk
At the talent and the balance that shine in our work
The suckas love to hate us and these girls love to flirt
Stranger to the under ground, ya neva dug the dirt
True we blowin' up fool and it hurts to be you
Still tryin' to sound like them, just to make it through



All comments from YouTube:

@Fischstix95

[Verse 1 - PSC]
I know where the music came from, I ain't a lame dumb-dumb
Origin is respected but still we choose to come original
Down from my walk to my talkin'
Heads be out to please the king Christopher Walken
A city with fly lingo and bad ass latinas
Got heads on this side biting styles still unequal
Unless you assimilate you never considered great
Demonstrate speech from your birth place you can't race
Disgraced by false handshakes, these punk rap dudes
Talk behind our back but they don't want the feud
A few of them seen the ads y'all helped us pay for
Now they say what's up in the club
What the fuck whore
Listen up bitch, you diss because you can't see
Born in California, rappin' NYC
Influence is golden but when mics is holding
I roll with the oath to spit what's never stolen
It keeps us out the mix shows and the tape decks of 64's
Because we in the middle, we strangers to the riddle
For DJs who play this the bravest get propers
But most won't even touch this unless we sign to Rawkus

[Verse 2 - The Grouch]
I met you twice before and shook your hand
You didn't feel it
Did it for the cap but should have acted like I'd peel it
Now I'm in the corner on the burner in the back
Caught between the trunk bump and the motherfucking boom bap
Bring the tune back
You're craps in the chop shop
Thermometer up your ass
That's the reason that I'm not hot
But I got a fever times three for every CD
Bound to be the missing link
For those who want to meet me at the crossing
I'll be the one semi-flossing
With mega self-respect but a void to go with that
Cause he's employed to act like he doesn't see the free man
Oops that's too much credit, I bet it isn't the plan
Freak of nature, I'm the stranger, you're bad with names bra
Change your views, I'm giving clues
Strangest news you're about to lose
Blame them fools who got the tools

[Verse 3 - Eligh]
I'd never consider moving out
When it comes to the coast I'm dwelling on
Hell if I ever switch up the weather
To fit what these other fellas are on
I cause a renaissance
Renovating creativeness on this side of the coast
Self-hatred, radio stations
They play their shit while they brag and they boast
It's not about toe tagging with a rag and a magnum
It's all about respect
Caught in the middle without a clue
Legendary originality here to battle the fallacy
Here to put it down with my crew
Actually I'm open to any option, except belly flopping
Over a sloppy copy of a Primo track, that's a fact
Action taken by middlemen
While you fiddle with pens and pronouns
Trying to pronounce like your pro-eastern affiliate
When I affiliate my style with the golden state
While you're holding hate, claiming to hold weight
Now, once you've walked in these boots
Doing a format like that is so fake
You're a dormant doormat
Wearing a whores hat
With a horrible imitation of what you consider great
When that's only a bite
Your eyes are bigger than your stomach
So when you plummet into the darkness
We'll be rising into the light

[Scratches]

[Verse 4 - Aesop]
I'm anti, but I'm not anti-social
You can feel it through my soul
My presence through my vocals
How the fuck they got fans
Man them niggas only local
Bitch we chase down the mic
And put you rhymes in a chokehold
I'm a pro bro, comin' fresh ain't a problem so
Legends' got skills
Cause we're always evolvin'
And involvin' our self in the life of our fans
Revolvin' around them like the earth on its axis
And neva payin' no taxes man
Firm in my shoes where I stand
Or a stranger to this land
With my choice of words I gain respect and proceed
They say if you don't succeed try, try again my friend
Ya must make words blend within the beat then
Make it a part of this world, make your mark on this earth
For what it's worth, evade the demons while they lurk
In the envy of the jerks bi-coastal who smirk
At the talent and the balance that shine in our work
The suckas love to hate us and these girls love to flirt
Stranger to the under ground, ya neva dug the dirt
True we blowin' up fool and it hurts to be you
Still tryin' to sound like them, just to make it through

@EvanSchatz

man that second verse... lyrical integrity!

@sumwonkool

All of em dope af

@EvanSchatz

@Brendan M I love the whole song but yeah, the dude that comes in at 1:14 has my favorite verse

@sumwonkool

Miles Highson word. That's the grouch!!

@Tagvillainy

These guys had next level talent

@Raijin_Thunder_God

man i love this,this is real hip hop.

@dinomanolas1412

One of my favorite songs In THUG!!

@robotom1469

Damn, these songs made me who i am.

@SauceM40

You're so hard headed dude. Respect the game with some good ass music.

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