This might be the last rhyme I ever write

And that′s crazy but any day could be your last

It's like this

Yo

They try to tell me to be level headed

If it′s a track I'mma gone and dead it

I ain't never seen a venue that I couldn′t turn up

In the underground I′m something like a legend

Not to mention

I make the mainstream pay attention

Spittin' when I didn′t have a pot to piss in

I don't need a handout

Just give me a shot

Record labels like banks with even worse intensions

Cold conditions

In the eye of the blizzard

Now it′s hot

With too many cooks in the kitchen

Homies fail due to indecision

While I make moves with no lube in the rack and pinion

I be hard to miss it

I'mma shine with no batteries included

Still illuminating my position

Is it fact or fiction

The way I′m blowing up is scientific

It's apparently a fact of fusion

Mass deception

These rappers can't rap

And they got big debts with no cash to mention

It′s a sad description

But if the shoe fits I′d be a real fool not to add a sentence

Might help somebody

Got kids at home

Try taking care of them before you bash somebody

And if you got a job try getting some sleep

You ain't ballin′

Why I see you at the after-party

In the aftermath

I'm still aggravated

When it comes to rappers I′m anti-trash

Keep getting in my way

I ain't agitated

I can always gently put foot to gas

If this is my last verse

It′s been quite a run

The recognition is overdue

All you gotta do is put me in the booth

Let the world hear everything that I'm going through

It's a thin line

Paper thin

To getting in where you′re fitting in

I spit it like I′ll never spit again

If it's the last song I′m spitting in

So be it

So be it

L L C O V I D nineteen

I'm coughing

I′m sneezing

No reason

I'm clean

All I need is my music

No meds

My legs full of mucus

High fever

The walking deceased VMPR

That′s a vampire on the beat

Sink my teeth in it

Let it linger

Leak it on repeat

'Til I'm gone

No defeat

But if this my last speech

Pray the Lord to keep

I′m bout to kill these ninjas in their sleep

Woke up still alive

Wondering if this my last day

Dirty ash tray

On the counter where the strap lay

If you past due on my cash I′mma pass through

Say, "What's up with that"

Up a strap

Let it, "Hachoo!"

Wet it back fool

I gotta move

I got a stop to make

Gotta drop it off

At my daughter′s place

Cooperate

I need every dime

Appointments Only

I ain't got the time

I ain′t watching clocks

When I'm riding round in over drive

Fridae Blaque

It′s a thin line

Paper thin

To getting in where you're fitting in

I spit it like I'll never spit again

If it′s the last song I′m spitting in

So be it

So be it

Jump off the top rope

Now they're calling me El Chapo

And I don′t even cut coke

But I've been known to chop throats

Teach ′em how to keep their mouth closed

Through all the violence and the vitriol

The hardest cats be so emotional

You not a problem

You just functional

Get out the way

If this is the last time I grab a mic

I'll bring a legend

But still

I′mma be the first and the last to strike

From intro to the outro

It's W W E Nitro

Me alive without a microphone

Is just like Gator without a pipe to smoke