Legacy - Veni Vidi Vici (MC Kofi/Base5 diss)

[Intro]
I turn on this motherfuckin' shit
Grab and clack my four-fifth
"Click-clack" ... bang-bang ... nigga now w'sup?
Base 5 niggas will know what the F**k is up

[1]
They will know what is goin' on after they hear this track
They act though, but they melt down when Legacy comes back!
Base5? Who the F**k is base 5? You are B.5 nigga we are A.1
After i came, everybody knew that changes gon' come
I was a Green representa' from the fucking day one
Cry for a weed roll, nigga, sayin: "give me some"
I give you some and kick the weed out your motherfuckin' mouth.
Seville niggas straight from the motherfuckin' south.
Next time y'all should watch with who you mess
Green Masta Records known all over LS

[2]
I'm about to finish this shit - any last call?
I roll to your hood with a firearm arsenal.
Better disappear when I'm down for a kill.
Straight from Willowfield to Playa del Seville,
Go cry a ocean, after you feel the pain of a defeat,
Your shit got lost, but i got my shit on repeat.
This is some notorious nigga walking free on those streets,
Throwin' lyrics in the air and slamin' them down on those beats,
Niggas feel the sorrow,
cuz they won't live til tomorrow
Ganstas let me borrow, the motherfucking mac-ten
I walk into the Temple area and shoot down wack men

[3]
After I aim at you - don't expect me to hesitate
Kofi acts tuff in his track, but its just a fairytale
I hit the gas, you can just watch my tail
the higher you niggas fly, the deeper you'll fail.
I hope you busters understood the real point
cuz otherwise imma kick out your motherfuckin' joint,
and make you lay down in your red liquid,
Don't let me see your face in the Green Masta District
Why lookin'? Why don't you just throw that brick?
But anyway who say that i'll get hit?
Get lost, nigga, together with your shit.
Moth'fucker the mic melts down when i start to spit.

/me sits down on one of the chairs in his backyard.
/me reaches over onto a nearby table, switching on his boombox.
/me listens as the song's lyrics play over the stereo's speakers.
/me shakes his head in disbelief.
/think Mothafuckin' punk!
/do The song ends.
/me spits onto the ground bitterly as the instrumental fades.
/me reaches into his coat pocket, pulling out a cell phone.
/think Damn, I gotta call up DJ right quick! We gon' show 'dis nigga who he fuckin' with.