Last Breath

Lyrics

We all claim purple like its the purpose Though we far from the Urkel life Nerd clownin' but clownin' is for the circus, right? Well, that's for cert, Cuz, umm But what about sir cousin whose circumstance to be dickheads? Knife cut 'em, he circumcised Officers come in sizes, they bring the cop out Yet we be quick to cop out Yet we claimin' we cap police Plot with the stock police, watch you gustapo We spot with the plot, bro We stop but don't cap police, watches the top joe They be jokin' in past, remember it's past jokin' Shoot your kid in the head off weed, we be the problem Dock water we tangle like seaweed, see we squab it They recorded it with Tango, homies wonder what tango Hoovers they goin' ape for the orange juice It just tango, mix it with Tanga Red We can't tame the great moments, I'm on it Ownin' every mistake that I made, this shit is well done See world, we all black fish stuck in a well pond Cage killers who raise Phillip, who raise filler Long roads with screw drivers on a mission to flat heads In the back of the flat bed only led to a flat bed High as the Mac in the back shed And brag about how we made niggas back shed 105 extra Garfield, book and leavin' them cats red Write time from a child showed us the pencil Growin' up right still led to the pen so Who give a fuck who done led us to the paper? Gangin' junction and paragraph best ways Paper right to the pen den, we got a battle with essays Sayin' yes to the Mexicans or get hit with the best k's Organ hit with the best K's Ain't no arguin', it was just church organs, the funeral origins Pour the gin for the homies soon as the gin sing We act hard cockin' every weapon we got Preppin' we step to the block One step poppin' at all the bastards Black widows and black windows for shades Shades create the locs, locs create the locusts Green masks for procreation hopeless Dream cast from the dope, we chasin' cokeheads Steady to tumble, ready to rumble Now dream cast the homies played it focused Get our weight up, the shells crackin' buff niggas Who gon' say they the yokest It's apparent that parents don't know yo' kids All they give 'em is yo-yo's And they will line up when they call the popo's Yo-yo's, see the trick is to walk the dog in the sleep stay Sweep stakes for street sweepers Give me room when the beef quake 'cause we need it Never played freeze tag but as a child I stayed still And watch raised villains slay, stay still in my brain I see you, IV2 still in my vein Look what they feed us! Look what they did to defeat us! Promote abortion destroyin' the fetus Feedin' they trap, feedin' the strap, stay feedin' us trap rappers Not rappers rappers who rap like widows wrap Top rappers real in raps Even ghost writers got ghost writers For the longest I been he who done goes higher But I'm tired of that back seat, Rosa Parks in my rap sheet They don't know about the track meet Relay, see they don't credit the nigga who start the first lap The nigga who bought the first rap Same ones at the finish line Why you workin' at Finish Line lettin' em niggas finish lyin'? They get it booked worldwide Then they lie, bury ya, cry for your criteria Tearin' up tearin' notes with the tantrums Coulda been tangible, now you assed-out on cam They treatin' you like DeAngelo Hand you low hands with soft dab Angela Love, hang at a club, paint of a scrub Through Twitter, check the TL, see what they sayin' AC is fans code, nigga, AC don't work And he got his fans blocked, he the man you demand spots While he sit and imagine, you gotta look at that mansion Rappin' your lyrics, you hear it on radio DVD, CD, see we see you USC berk and all Cuz the employees of them industry niggas done jerked you hard Hurt your heart with them heart attacks They had heart attack implants Cardiac you just cartin' yack for customers Pardon the act, they fuck with ya But you don't get no retweets No showcomers, no roadrunners, no beep-beeps So you put out the reference but they don't believe you 'Cause they paid referees in the game Best believe that the game real cold cheaters With low bar meters who need us Meet us at random places and ask for the raps These kinda persons the world label 'em all Allstars with these con verses It's us versus the connest, I should kinda go Congo Apeshit, I ate shit, 'cause I'm kind My kindness found with the soundbite Bitch-ass cold squares, my kind ain't found with these clown dykes And they hike in the mountain Most of these fans likin' what they recitin' Vampire request and y'all love while these niggas bitin' See the whole next wave of these rappers they bloody suck Drag ya luck tryna diss me, it's just me and Ichiban Ichi spawn, we the dawn, see the bond Edomites see the light, breathe!