[Scratched]
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"I'm the last emcee that's alive"
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[Verse 1]
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Nickle, nine, nine in the waistline
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Diss me fine, you won't be the first one
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Piss me off, you get done in the worst way
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I bring light to the night, put the sun in the earth's way
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Balls of the outlaw, hanging out the draws
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Of the dark blue house, y'all
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Standing and rambling with all of that mouth y'all
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Got hit, shot, with the cannon when I'm standing up and going all out for
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Phantom on opera, sitting in the Phantom
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In the parking lot, examining how I keep my name out y'all mouth
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I drop names like Game, but I don't mean say 'em
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I mean spray em, they drop [gun sound] ha
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I have a nigga blistering quicker then chicken pox
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In a box in a river sitting stiffer then six o'clock
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Knock, you can't see me, labels you can't sign me
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You can either Jay-Z me or JV me, get it?
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[Chorus]
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Yeah, nickle ain't going nowhere
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Yeah, I ask who want it, nobody
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Say, Yeah, hoes that used to be like no
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Going Yeah, somebody, anybody
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Say, Yeah, my niggaz in the back of the spot
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Like, Yeah, bitches up under the spotlight
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Like, Yeah
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[Scratched]
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I'm the last emcee that's alive
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[Verse 2]
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I'm the captain and the sergeant, the opposite of laws
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I'm the politics involved and with profit in the starving
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The model in the car means I told her
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Mami, if you hopping in this car then you gotta get me off
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I got Vicious with me, so you gotta get him off
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So, rinky dink labels still trying to make me offers
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You don't wanna tear me off, you will only scare me off
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I'm a boss, hear me out, gimme every office
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Each and every artist y'all got, I want 'em
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So run em, they don't wanna fuck wit me then I'll gun 'em
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So don't get me started
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Cuz lately I been on my Black Eyed Peas and Q's and it's gon' "Get Retarded"
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Fees for shoes, Ivizu jeans breezing through
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Leaving your team green and blue
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Only thing, the thing to do
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Only thing, this ain't no dream homie, this whole theme is true, get it?
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[Chorus]
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Yeah, nickle ain't going nowhere
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Yeah, I ask who want it, nobody
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Say, Yeah, hoes that used to be like no
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Going Yeah, somebody, anybody
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Say, Yeah, my niggaz in the back of the spot
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Like, Yeah, bitches up under the spotlight
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Like, Yeah
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[Scratched]
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I'm the last emcee that's alive
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[Verse 3]
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Yeah, weeding out static, holding what I would rather have
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And not need, then need and not have it
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Me without gats is like me without battling
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Beef without blasting, P without Havoc
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The born again rapper, sitting on enough classic tracks
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That could fill up a 40 gig Apple
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I-Pod, I'm God, all bets I'm down like the rest I'm wild, yes
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Plus I'm a teacher, niggaz play hard
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But I'm way harder cuz I can keep it up like Levitra
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Big dick, I could fit you up my urethra
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Sick spit, like I musta been touched by Jesus
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Like I musta been groped by a diva
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Or fucked by a model, nope, you ain't been approached by either
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You standing where ya mans is at
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I'm on stage, getting paid controlling where y'all hands is at, get it?
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Got it
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[Chorus]
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Yeah, nickle ain't going nowhere
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Yeah, I ask who want it, nobody
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Say, Yeah, hoes that used to be like no
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Going Yeah, somebody, anybody
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Say, Yeah, my niggaz in the back of the spot
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Like, Yeah, bitches up under the spotlight
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Like, Yeah
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[Scratched]
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I'm the last emcee that's alive
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Yeah
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Royce Da 5'9'' |