The last 

of a dying breed 



I don't remember much about bein born 

But I do remember this: I was conceived on February 10th 

Complications detected in my early months of ballin 

Around my sonargram you could see the evil was swarmin 

The hassle, was it what the world was seekin in a child? 

The doctors wanted me out, my mama's in denial 

Then I kicked her and gently rubbed my hands across her stomach 

Told her: "Keep em off me, mama, I'm comin, I'm comin" 



Now I guess I musta been the reason mama couldn't sleep 

Interrupted her peace, but it was time for me to eat 

And since carryin me caused all that swimmin in your feet 

Just know that I'm thankful, I'll let you feel it with my heartbeat 

All the doctor visits and physicians movin me around 

You could sense my discomfort in every other ultrasound 

And I'm runnin out of room in here, steady slidin down 

Then she opened up her legs and pushed me out (pushed me out) 



(Nigger, nigger never die 

Blackface, shining eye) 



When I awoke I recall them walkin out my nose 

Screamin at the top of my lungs, freezing cold 

Wrapped me up in blankets after dressing me in clothes 

Then I met the ???? that I owed 

At 3 o'clock, what-what, nine seven o 

Was the birth of a dying species, and this I know 

The truth was in my bloodline, planted in my seed 

The last of this muthafuckin breed 



The last of this muthafuckin breed