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Mystik Journeymen

Corey Johnson, better known by his stage name Sunspot Jonz, is a rapper from Oakland, California. He is a founding member of Living Legends, a conglomerate of underground hip hop artists from California. He is also one half of Mystik Journeymen along with Luckyiam. more »

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1999

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"He's a living legend."

[Murs the Problem Child] 
Damn! y'all fools conceited reaction to the title 
Heard the first time but quickly changed your mind 
Once the performance is completed seated in the back 
Too cool to throw yo' hands up; I never quite understood 
Alla that what you too tough to have fun? 
Frisked at the door so I know it ain't the gun 
In your waistline that got you shootin daggers in my face 
When I rhyme - times done changed and it's strange 
Got motherfuckers ain't smiled at a rap show in a while 
Probably since the Fresh Prince was in style 
So it's apparent that you just don't understand 
The meanest mug in the club, don't make yo' ass the man 
Now if you want to be a fan then that's fine 
But all I really want to do is just break through to your mind 
And show you just because you did some hood time 
Don't make it impossible to have a good time when you out 
See where I'm from, it's the hardest motherfuckers come to party 
All shermed out, so what's this really all about? 
You gelled, cause this man's double L, well hell 
PSC tells me, it's jealousy that grips the heart 
Quit wasting playing hard roles, when yo' ass is 
Really just a mark and I should NEVER feel threatened 
Cause you see that man behind me? 
MURS.. U.. R.. S.. 

"He's a living legend."

[PSC] 
When night falls I enter; being of a higher breed 
Of emcee I'll injure all these would-be rap crews 
The wannabe fat fools, coulda been rap dudes 
Refuse 'em resist 'em like Prop 187 do Mexicans 
Again and again, it's the Legends 
Lucky am I on wax, and on everyone's tape 
PSC the best friend of chorus 
The poorest excuse for you, to quit your boyfriend 
Just give him a chance (baby baby gimme one more chance) 
He'll rap right, if not, check my mic all night 
I rap tight, see me catching flights 
At the international terminal, where you don't go 
So don't go and diss, big groups, will get ripped 
And tripped by mic cords, and choked, with cordless 
A gift, of smooth talk, walk the walk of a winner 
Far from a beginner, guess who's for dinner? 

[The Crow Eligh] 
Cerebral tornadoes rip logic like frolicking paperbacks 
The tone is incomplete extension, in all of the later tracks 
Extracting vitamins, from machinery that creates it 
As long as the people are fiending for the truth 
And not counterfeit, I'm the bounty sheriff merit holder 
Winner of awards in the midst, of clashing swords 
It's match point on the court, a point is scored 
Referee the rest will see my yellow warning on the toilet seat 
At least I have my dignity, infinity, a legendary entity forever 

"He's a living legend.."

[Aesop] 
A legendary flame of a character with no name 
Same instance, persistence to have latitudes 
Bruise your knees, you will lose 
A life or limb, whichever you choose 
Find some foe in him, words tend to catch a phrase 
That will amaze most from the gazing point, with a judgment standard 
Categorized into a tainted picture before it gets a chance to be painted 
There's no blanket for the truth (I can't see!) 
I got a loose end of a lie, this amateur he tried to get by 
The size is more greater, and equator more immense 
Since it makes more sense to make some sense, or maybe you know 
Out of these weak ass rhymes you roam but you stay in flow 
In this dense a body of mockery 

[BFAP Jenkins] 
Black lightning lighting up the sky, fighting the type 
Copywriting history - writing transistory 
Bay lines for your mind every time we enter the stage 
We split and fade, most, Sunspot Jonz, toast 
Goodbye to crust emcees; often lonely and homely 
If you could only capture the power of love 
Like ten albums in this glove, R.B.I. 
While you hittin pop flies.. and sacrifice your life 
And die in hurricane and methane 
We below shit like propane, Living Legends spiritual cocaine 
In a line if you know 
What's up with the times cause we straw the line 
(We straw the line) 

[Arata C7S - Japanese Rap (Unknown lyrics)]

[The Bad News Bear Grouch] 
Let's get literal it's me and my team, I got a dream 
("He's a living legend..") and a clean way to achieve it 
I conceived it myself, with a little bit of help, from my friends 
Made amends with my soul, now I'm ready to begin 
First ingredient is dope shit, and fool we already wrote it 
Mix up with the motives now we're forming perfect batter 
Had a vision it would burn, if I measured too precisely 
I add a pinch here and, there if the spice be right 
We might prepare this feast for many thousands 
So eat when you're aroused and enjoy - Legendary bitch! 

"He's a living legend."  [x3]

("He's a..") [x3]

"He's a living legend.." [x4]

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