Andre Nickatina - The Last Rap I'll Ever Write Lyrics
On the night of the last rap that I writeMC's all over will bless the micPoint two double glocks in the airSome cats gon' die in they barber's chairReal rap take to be made of goldHot little ho's y'all keep em coldEverywhere, check it out, it'll be coolAll dope deals will even go smoothOn the night of the last rap that I writeThe Devil and God gon' have a fightCheck it, head to headTiga, toe to toeTry'na figure out where I'ma goAll non-smokers gon' blaze the weedBonify the term ...(?)From pennies, yeah tigaTo a gang of g'sAnd all my homies go from oz's to key'sOn the night of the last rap that I writeMike Tyson gon' have his greatest fightKnock the little trick out with a left and a rightStevie Wonder even gon' regain his sightOn the night of my last rapAfrica's gon' be run by blacksAnd no where 'round will there be crackJamaica's gon' get Bob Marley's backAnd all my tigas gon' bust they gunsAnd no where 'round where the police comeAnd check this outI'ma kick it with khanMuhammad Ali will be pronounced as godWon't be one killin' in the projectsMuslim's will all cry from Malcom-XYou will finally get respectDis I know, I never guessOn the night of the last rap that I writeI'll be married with a wifeShe'll be the special love of my lifeBut check this out mutha*****a, Not tonightLife, of a desperadoKick it like soccer, That's my mottoLike a bullet in your gunMy heart stay hollowSumthin' to like but not to followYo!
