Last Rap I'll Ever Write

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!