Last Rap I'll Ever Write - Andre Nickatina

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’mma 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’mma 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 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!