Stuff of Local Legend

Jason Da Hater - “Stuff of Local Legend”
[Emcee(s): Jason Da Hater]
[Producer(s): EMPEE]

[Verse 1: Jason Da Hater]
See, I’m
A killer on these tracks. Life of the party though
Never drew a piece, but I dabble in the art of flow
Tote a heavy load, and mine is what you ought to know
It’s grand, vicious, loud, wetting folks when it spark fo’ sho’
But I don’t shoot to kill, so don’t you try to knock it, yo
My weapons molt to elevate your mind is what you got to know
That’s what I got it fo’, and when I rock a show
You’ll see my knees start to weaken, then you see my body glow
The Heavens’ skies, they glide apart. I’m high-
-lighted by a beam from God. And seen here’s
The most fantabulous. Down South rapping this
Hip hop enthusiast, Memphop activist
Words hitting, damn, flipping styles so immaculate
Search for opportunity, reach out and capture it
Wrongfully, the man’ll audition to be cast in it
The only of his kind—there won’t be another after this
Divine-appointed keeper of my brethren
Believer in the messages, an iron man of medicine
Associate my name with the light—word to Edison
We’re nice, word is slurred so superb like my melanin
Strong and powerful, [?] of elegance
A true visionary, impress team if it’s veteran
My presence needed now way more than it’s ever been
And with brute force is how I’m stepping in ‘cause I’m
A killer on these tracks. Life of the party though
Got another job, but this is more than a hobby, yo
This storied art of me writing the article
Upset at how it’s been ran by these sorry folks
But I’m sorry, folks, ‘cause this is war for sure
My victory was predestined says the oracle
That’s what you got to know, and when I rock a show
You’ll see my knees start to weaken, then you see my body glow
The Heavens’ skies, they glide apart. High-
-lighted by a beam from God. And seen here’s
The most fantabulous. Down South rapping this
Hip hop enthusiast, Memphop activist
Words hitting, damn, flipping styles so immaculate
Search for opportunity, reach out and capture it
Wrongfully, the man’ll audition to be cast in it
The only of his kind—there won’t be another after this