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