Artist: Talib Kweli & Styles P f/ Dyce Payne
Album:  The Seven
Song:   Last Ones
Typed by: Nickolye16@aol.com 

[Intro: Talib Kweli]
Yeah, what's happenin?
What's happenin?
What's up, what's happenin, what's up?

[Talib Kweli]
All my rap friends went crazy, I'm the last one left
These haters prayin they can celebrate the last one's death
None of them niggaz in my class that couldn't pass one test
But that's what happens when you rappin on to have some depth
I never chat, shit, the flow bat-shit, it's major league
+Major Keys+ like Khaled (it's accurate)
Recognize a dime when you pass it
With this weapon I's rhymin, I'm an assassin
Put nine minutes to the casket you bastards
Stare in the abyss and the Leviathan (oh yeah)
And say a prayer for the dying men
Lookin for that pleasure but you findin sin
Can't be scared to take a loss if you tryin to win

[Styles P]
Recognize greatness, tenacious
Gracious, mark of design, the new Matrix
I can make Dr. Strange brain look basic
MC's on the dinner menu and I ain't ate shit
Who's the entrée? I'm a +Giant+ like André
You just an appetizer, weak rapper in harm's way
These elite rhymes, prayers and the peace signs
Starin at the air, fled the joint, hope the beast died
Icy ass road, no brakes, let the Jeep slide
Playin hide-and-seek with my sleep, where did he hide?
Popular, hood philosopher, since knee-high
Ironic, I really ran with the wolves at G high
You ain't hearin me, higher power preparin me
to have a higher power in rap for transparency
I'm clear to you, I'm here with you
Higher than the cloud, I should put it in the air with you

[Chorus: Talib Kweli] + (Styles P) + {Dyce Payne}
All my rap friends went crazy, I'm the last one left
(All my street homies crazy, I'm the last one right)
{Last ones, left right}
{Last ones, left right, left right}
All my rap friends went crazy, I'm the last one left
(All my street homies crazy, I'm the last one right)
{Last ones, left right}
{Last ones, left right, last ones}

[Talib Kweli]
Paint her like I'm JJ, for real I'm not for play-play
If I work then I get paid, they +Whip+ them slaves like the +Nae Nae+
I'm smashin 'em, if you askin 'em +What's Happening+ then they say
I'm original, you a +Rerun+, Dwayne, "Hey hey hey!"
Due to rise got my squad in +Formation+ like what Bey say
Yasiin my brother, you gotta be more specific when you say Bey
I spark like a melee, feelings I don't placate
Give a fuck what Michael Jackson and Paul McCartney +Say Say Say+
Fuck the KKK, respect the family, me and you got a play date
I'll send you to hell and Satan'll be your playmate
"O-K-K," like Lil Scrappy, but pay attention to what they say
Sound like some old "Catch me on payday"
type niggaz who like to get missin, nah, pay what you want (cough it up)
But you ain't the homie, nah you don't know me
Hip-Hop on my shoulders like the demons or the cherubims
The stick you use for measurin, way too sick for medicine

[Chorus]

[Styles P]
All my street homies crazy, I'm the last one right
Hatin cocksuckers hope I see the flash one night
'Bout peace but, I'ma grab my mask tonight
Man standin, I'ma be the last one, right
I rhyme wicked, I sit still, my mind vivid
Analyze the times and all of the signs with it
Pump-fake the snakes and the rats and the swine with 'em
Smoke, watch the stars and go on the line with 'em
Ghost

[Outro]
Oh, that my words were written
Oh, that they were inscribed in a book
Oh, that with an iron pen and lead they were engraved in the rock forever
Whatever is true, whatever is honorable, whatever is just
Whatever is pure, whatever is lovely, whatever is commendable
If there is any excellence, if there is anything worth of praise
Think about these things