paroles de chanson Dying Breed (feat. 3 D Na'tee & Fred the Godson) - Ransom , Fred the Godson

I've done it all, have my cake now
Ransom)
I finally got the chance, and now i'm livin' life
I've done it once before, that's why i did it twice
Achievin' what you can't believe, i'm fiendin' to get it right
I'm squeezin' til we even, i'm bleedin' screamin' to get to christ
Boss of the underworld, mill down the crouch
Hold a beretta close, under the leather coach
Those nggs better hope i don't revert to all my street tactics
The modern day sunny listings, listen while i defeat cashes
I'm underrated, understated, underappreciated, under the watch of them secret agents, i
Been ten years and still i'm fighting for respect
I got the game hostage with a rifle to it's neck
A bstrd in this life but a disciple in his death
When i die, don't gotta try, cause i was michael in the flesh
Jordan, jackson, hold up, i'm just paying homage to the grace that was befo' us
Should have stayed in college, i was waiting back in dopa
Now i get acknowledge and they say i'm bout to blow up
The memoirs of a ngg that been hard
These last ten bars is as sharp as a gym star
I'm far from a gym star but i ball like omar owen
Drug dealers gettin' rich cause they know that lamar owed them
Huh, you know that these bars golden
The next to be in power, you know that the gods chose 'em
(Hook x4)
The last of a dying breed
Na'tee)
While btches be buying purses, i be buying herses
Cause i by these verses, i be nursing, sht, i be merkin'
And i been workin', twelve years of slave to this rap game
Master my craft, but still contemplate sht, i bag game
Cause the game ain't how biggie left it, or pac left it
A big pun, so this slim as loc left it
Rappers makin' pop records. suck a cck to get to the top
I do not get it, it's kind of pathetic
I'm kind of poetic, but that sht don't get you justice
Justice, feelin' a villain i can't be fcked with
Just fit, come from a different fabric than maverick
I been graduated, fck makin' a freshman clss list
You nggs clssist, and my ngg, i'm clssic
I'm not eclectic, but i spit to the msses
Actin', but i refuse to be tight casted
Laughin', don't like me, then kiss my ss then
Imagine that there were more of us
Then my soul said 'just don't let them get hold of us'
Yeah, they notice us, even when they pretendin' they ain't see it
I guarantee that they itunes got that latina sht
3d sht, and they pro'ly won't admit it
Cause my ss and my city, will neglect i got the lyrics freak
I was a dealer and i ain't talkin' bout filis
Now i am a killer, so if we talkin' the illest
Then you gotta mention me, bars like a penitentiary
Coincidentally, i been schoolin' since elementary
Huh, i'm the illest in recent memory
So i guarantee when i finish you gon' remember me
Queen
(Hook x4)
The last of a dying breed
Fred the godson)
You see these rhymers? i'm bored like rodman
They got me round premadonnas
I read the comments, what they writtin' to me
My block nggs ain't on in that thing, the type to do it
Rappers, they nervous, when they agree, my three cyphers,
Like i'm sharing at 'em, it ain't me
I'm the last of the dying, i'm rappin', rapidly firin'
Wrinkles in my momma's face, and i'm carrying iron
Ragidy flyn, beats, i burn them down
Since i left, divin' on horizon
Since arrivin', i've noticed the producers doin' the most work
They introduce us as artist, still i can get you more furr
Ransom, you know me, i'll body this with the old verse
Stayn long here, like samson, we gettin' long furr
I mean we cut from the same cloth
I stand, btches here like the rain cloth
I was told i was superman with the cape off
The coup da coup without pants, see, i can bake soft
Bag the craft, whippin' two pots at the same time
Like i'm doin' the cabbage patch
Matter fact, fat boi fresh is bubblin'
I salute the shootas that's laugh, like chriss mallot