[Intro] Well junior, while all that is going on outside, on the inside it is the exact opposite. Very quiet. Very dismal. It seems they are going to proceed with the trial. The trail of L.E.G.A.C.Y. AKA Son Of Sam is being tried for the murder of R.egina A.ngela P.hillips. Things are about to get underway now. Oh, oh Legs entering the courtroom [Verse One] Day one, slid in the court like What the fuck now? I look a Nervous WreckDuck Down Beside my attorney saying my prayers like confessions They wanna burn me, hit me with the chair like wrestling Splattered bleeding and shit Wouldnt matter if Im pleading the 5th Take the stand, damn right I R.I.P.d the bitch Been trying to since 3rd Degree and shit I Used To Love H.E.R. when my Sense was Common I had to cut her, started to resent the drama Ladies and gentlemen of the jury She made me Ignition of the fury Her back turned, I grew angry I whacked her, how could you blame me? She tried to change me At the club tried to champagne me That really aint me That cant be And now you people wanna hang me Uh [Hook] X2 I heard em They want me to fail For murder They want me in jail Give him the chair They want me in Hell Truth or dare They want me to tell [Verse Two] Day two, L.E.G. on the stand Please understand I grew up on her, she made me sick I damn near threw up on her I vomited my consciousness Words raged more brutal Yo, I gave more to you More memories than I could recollect Have war with the industry, no regrets What if something you believed in, started deceiving? I thought and ate crazy shit Lost my faith like atheists I did shows for her Switched flows for her Stepped up my graffiti just for her to leave me I felt abandoned for real Your honor I had to kill I sliced quick, heart cold when it ended Word up, Khrysis, my codefended Eventually he took the stand The trial of the century The Son Of Sam [Hook] [Verse Three] Day three the prosecution Went for the heart, goin for execution They ripped me apart Mr. Harper we know about D.L In 99 he helped with 13 attempted murders on a bootleg We heart it, we know its true Leg Then you tried to rape and kill rap On KHill tracks We know all about it Even shine on those that doubted We staked out and watched you Made ham now we got you The Son Of Sam is too dope Plus we want Tommy Two Coats Together youre too dangerous Better than true angel dust Everybody want the high now Well, youre gonna fry now Were his last words And with my last urge I faced the jury They glazed through me I bowed my head to em Address the crowd and I said to em Yo she had to be murked So hip hop could come back, its kinda like a rebirth Yeah I killed her but she killed me first What the fuck though, feel me? Im scarred. Then the judge spoke Guilty as charged.
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