"I'm the last emcee that's alive"





Nickle, nine, nine in the waistline

Diss me fine, you won't be the first one

Piss me off, you get done in the worst way

I bring light to the night, put the sun in the earth's way

Balls of the outlaw, hanging out the draws

Of the dark blue house, y'all

Standing and rambling with all of that mouth y'all

Got hit, shot, with the cannon when I'm standing up and going all out for

Phantom on opera, sitting in the Phantom

In the parking lot, examining how I keep my name out y'all mouth

I drop names like Game, but I don't mean say 'em

I mean spray em, they drop 

I have a nigga blistering quicker then chicken pox

In a box in a river sitting stiffer then six o'clock

Knock, you can't see me, labels you can't sign me

You can either Jay-Z me or JV me, get it?





Yeah, nickle ain't going nowhere

Yeah, I ask who want it, nobody

Say, Yeah, hoes that used to be like no

Going Yeah, somebody, anybody

Say, Yeah, my niggaz in the back of the spot

Like, Yeah, bitches up under the spotlight

Like, Yeah





I'm the last emcee that's alive





I'm the captain and the sergeant, the opposite of laws

I'm the politics involved and with profit in the starving

The model in the car means I told her

Mami, if you hopping in this car then you gotta get me off

I got Vicious with me, so you gotta get him off

So, rinky dink labels still trying to make me offers

You don't wanna tear me off, you will only scare me off

I'm a boss, hear me out, gimme every office

Each and every artist y'all got, I want 'em

So run em, they don't wanna fuck wit me then I'll gun 'em

So don't get me started

Cuz lately I been on my Black Eyed Peas and Q's and it's gon' "Get Retarded"

Fees for shoes, Ivizu jeans breezing through

Leaving your team green and blue

Only thing, the thing to do

Only thing, this ain't no dream homie, this whole theme is true, get it?





Yeah, nickle ain't going nowhere

Yeah, I ask who want it, nobody

Say, Yeah, hoes that used to be like no

Going Yeah, somebody, anybody

Say, Yeah, my niggaz in the back of the spot

Like, Yeah, bitches up under the spotlight

Like, Yeah





I'm the last emcee that's alive





Yeah, weeding out static, holding what I would rather have

And not need, then need and not have it

Me without gats is like me without battling

Beef without blasting, P without Havoc

The born again rapper, sitting on enough classic tracks

That could fill up a 40 gig Apple

I-Pod, I'm God, all bets I'm down like the rest I'm wild, yes

Plus I'm a teacher, niggaz play hard

But I'm way harder cuz I can keep it up like Levitra

Big dick, I could fit you up my urethra

Sick spit, like I musta been touched by Jesus

Like I musta been groped by a diva

Or fucked by a model, nope, you ain't been approached by either

You standing where ya mans is at

I'm on stage, getting paid controlling where y'all hands is at, get it?

Got it





Yeah, nickle ain't going nowhere

Yeah, I ask who want it, nobody

Say, Yeah, hoes that used to be like no

Going Yeah, somebody, anybody

Say, Yeah, my niggaz in the back of the spot

Like, Yeah, bitches up under the spotlight

Like, Yeah





I'm the last emcee that's alive