Last Ones (Explicit) - Styles P/Talib Kweli

Yeah

What's happenin'

What's happenin'

What's up what's happenin what's up

All my rap friends went crazy

I'm the last one left

These haters prayin' they can celebrate

The last one's death

None of them niggas in my class

That couldn't pass one test

But that's what happens

When you rappin' on that have some depth

I never chat sh*t

The flow bat sh*t it's major league

Major Keys like Khaled it's accurate

Recognize a dime when you pass it

With this weapon I's rhymin'

I'm an assassin

Put nine minutes to the casket

You bastards

Stare in the abyss and the Leviathan oh yea

You say a prayer for the dying men

Looking for that pleasure but you findin' sin

Can't be scared to take a loss if you tryin' to win

Recognize greatness

Tenacious

Gracious

Mark of design the new matrix

I can make Dr. strange brain look basic

MCs on the dinner menu and I ain't ate sh*t

Who's the entree I'm a giant like Andre

You just an appetizer

Weak rapper in harm's way

These elite rhymes

Prayers and peace signs

Staring at the air

Fled the joint

Hope the beast died

Icy a** road

No brakes let the jeep slide

Playing hide and seek with my sleep

Where did he hide

Popular hood philosopher since knee high

Ironic I really ran with the wolves at G high

You ain't hearing me

Higher power preparing me

To have a higher power in rap for transparency

I'm clear to you

I'm here with you

High and in the cloud

I should put it in the air for you

All my rap friends went crazy I'm the last one left

All my street homies crazy I'm the last one right

Last ones left right

Last ones left right

All my rap friends went crazy I'm the last one left

All my street homies crazy I'm the last one right

Last ones left right

Last ones left right

Last ones

Paint her like I'm JJ

For real I'm not for play play

If I work then I get paid

They whip them slaves like the nae nae

I'm smashin' 'em if you askin' 'em

What's happenin' then they say

I'm original you a re-run

Dwayne hey hey hey

Do the rise

Got my squad information

Like what bae say

Yasiin my brother you got to be more specific

When you say bae

A spark like a melee

Feelings I don't placate

Give a f**k what Michael Jackson

And Paul McCartney say say say

F**k the KKK

Respect the family

Me and you got a play date

I'll send you to hell

And Satan will be your playmate

O k k like Lil Scrappy

But pay attention to what they say

Sound like some old

Catch me on payday type niggas

Who like to get missin'

Nah pay what you want cough it up

But you ain't the homie

Nah you don't know me

Hip hop on my shoulders

Like the demons or the cherubim

The stick you use for measurin'

Way too sick for medicine

All my rap friends went crazy I'm the last one left

All my street homies crazy I'm the last one right

Last ones left right

Last ones left right

All my rap friends went crazy I'm the last one left

All my street homies crazy I'm the last one right

Last ones left right

Last ones left right

All my street homies crazy I'm the last one right

Hatin' cocksuckers hope I see the flash one night

'Bout peace but I'ma grab my mask tonight

Man standin' I'ma be the last one right

I rhyme wicked I sit still my mind vivid

Analyze the times and all of the signs with it

Pump fake the snakes and the rats and the swine with 'em

Smoke watch stars and go on the line with 'em ghost

Oh that my words were written

Oh that they were inscribed in a book

Oh that with an iron pen and lead they were engraved in the rock forever

Whatever is true whatever is honorable whatever is just

Whatever is pure whatever is lovely whatever is commendable

If there is any excellence if there is anything worth of praise

Think about these things