On the night of the last rap that I write
MC's all over will bless the mic
Point two double glocks in the air
Some cats gon' die in they barber's chair
Real rap take to be made of gold
Hot little ho's y'all keep em cold
Everywhere, check it out, it'll be cool
All dope deals will even go smooth

On the night of the last rap that I write
The Devil and God gon' have a fight
Check it, head to head
Tiga, toe to toe
Try'na figure out where I'ma go
All non-smokers gon' blaze the weed
Bonify the term ...(?)
From pennies, yeah tiga
To a gang of g's
And all my homies go from oz's to key's

On the night of the last rap that I write
Mike Tyson gon' have his greatest fight
Knock the little trick out with a left and a right
Stevie Wonder even gon' regain his sight
On the night of my last rap
Africa's gon' be run by blacks
And no where 'round will there be crack
Jamaica's gon' get Bob Marley's back
And all my tigas gon' bust they guns
And no where 'round where the police come

And check this out
I'ma kick it with khan
Muhammad Ali will be pronounced as god
Won't be one killin' in the projects
Muslim's will all cry from Malcom-X
You will finally get respect
Dis I know, I never guess

On the night of the last rap that I write
I'll be married with a wife
She'll be the special love of my life
But check this out muthafucka, Not tonight
Life, of a desperado
Kick it like soccer, That's my motto
Like a bullet in your gun
My heart stay hollow
Sumthin' to like but not to follow
Yo!


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    General CommentBonify the term ...(?)

    should be

    butterflys will turn back to centipeads.
    mcscumbagon May 25, 2006   Link
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    General CommentFuckin' idiots man...

    On the night of the last rap that I write
    MC's all over will bless the mic
    Point two double glocks in the air
    Stunt Caps goin down they barbers chair
    Real rap take to be made of gold
    Hot little ho's y'all keep em cold
    Everywhere, check it out, it'll be cool
    All dope deals will even go smooth

    On the night of the last rap that I write
    The Devil and God gon' have a fight
    Check it, head to head
    Tiga, toe to toe
    Try'na figure out where I'ma go
    All non-smokers gon' blaze the weed
    Butterflies will turn back to centipedes
    From pennies, yeah tiga
    To a gang of g's
    And all my homies go from oz's to ki's

    On the night of the last rap that I write
    Mike Tyson gon' have his greatest fight
    Knock the little trick out with a left and a right
    Stevie Wonder even gon' regain his sight

    On the night of my last rap
    Africa's gon' be run by blacks
    And no where 'round will there be crack
    Jamaica's gon' get Bob Marley's back
    And all my tigas gon' bust they guns
    And no where 'round where the police come

    And check this out
    I'ma kick it with Khan
    Muhammad Ali will be pronounced as god
    Won't be one killin' in the projects
    Muslim's will all cry from Malcom-X
    Hewey'll finally get respect
    Dis I know, I never guessed

    On the night of the last rap that I write
    I'll be married with a wife
    She'll be the special love of my life
    But check this out muthafucka, not tonight
    Life, of a desperado
    Kick it like soccer, that's my motto
    Like a bullet in your gun
    My heart stay hollow
    Somethin' to like but not to follow
    Yo!
    chompythelionon May 18, 2009   Link

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