Last Leg

Lyrics

Stuck on the front lines Yea I fight to win it I never did like hiding There's no pride in it The-The killa type strike in an NY minute Don't push my limits if you kids like living Ride or die kinda life And I'm rollin without the dice spinnin' Windows light tinted We blowin' lye in it For a life offending All the crimes commited They want us admitted To psycho centers for mic spittas Shining over these beats That homie Rh1n's my dilla Society is like the dead rising In Mike's "Thriller" Quicker to copy who's next Get suplexed from due stress They'd rather see us with noosed necks Than lose cents Hook X2 So what you think And what you gonna act on We drink Yo we go until the taps gone Track stars Runnin' till you're lapped on In the last leg With two left to stand on Uh We rippin' out they power supplies When mouths are always open All they happen to spout is lies Kickin' back I'll let them talk And pick 'em out they lines Sifting out Who wanna block my sun with the cloudy skies Catch 'em when you big 'em up Then cut 'em down to size I'll oblige Gotta fight Cuz our demise won't be televised All about the plus signs No negative Vow to keep it live Until this head rush'll hemorrhage Vocal medicine He's Jim Jones with the rhetoric Droppin' fire and brimstone As heavy as Heaven did If given a lemon by fate He'll make it a beverage And represent the CO state With a slate of reverence Hook X2