Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Last Act, artist - Adrian Younge. Album song Los Angeles, in the genre Соул
Date of issue: 29.03.2018
Record label: Linear Labs
Song language: English
The Last Act |
Dial on the runaway train with a young protégé |
On the way through the skeletal x-ray thing |
Not your everyday scene midnight strike in a strange the serene |
But I came with the team |
Exchange in the green, see the one and only Stoney |
And he’s hot as Molotov kerosene |
You can hear the megawatts hella blocks away |
Felons, cops, and party girls sponsors poppin collars |
Spitting knowledge and it’s quite fitting, written |
Off top in the sky crimson, but I got night vision |
I ain’t tripping |
It’s a party full of naughty and nice women |
It would be nice to finally put me some pipe in em |
You know we needed to get all fucked up our nights a bit |
But this ain’t the time for the lights of them |
I have been through hella shit this week |
So Ima buy some gin and I’m spinning a freak |
Never admitting defeat, cause Ima try again |
With my considerate speech, this nigga is deep, get him a leash |
It’s hella women plus my niggas surrounding me |
What you niggas drinking? |
Opio, the first round’s on me! |
A plea with the goons in the black futon |
We eating hella shrooms, and peepin in |
Fresh connection, just to get a rep, they flexin' |
I’m like ninja man my weapon |
Restin the small on my back with one of the straps |
Sipping cognac with on ice |
An unforgettable night, I step on the mic, I’m devastating |
Put the metal in the face of whoever hating |
Not the same since they grabbed my people |
Fucking psychopathic, he’s nothing to lethal |
From the VIP room, I can see dude |
And 9 times out of 10, he be clutching his eagle |
But we gotta make amends for what the fuck he put me through |
How to wreck em here, guess we’ll touch him with these tools |
Teeny 2−5 up under the suicide |
I’ma need a close-up, put something between his eyes |
So I proceed the plot on how to make him ride |
No time to teeter-tot, it’s time to make it hot |
Hit the liquid courage, click the little burner |
Trick and make the brother the victim of a murder |
But, Before we hurt em, brother we gotta think of this |
Can’t just shoot him in the club in front of hella witnesses |
Gotta find a small way, maybe this nigga would visit us |
I ain’t okay with it if we not getting away with it |
Just sayin' shit, we need to figure this out fast |
Twisted with the mouse trap, later with a cheese grater |
Let the weed sedate him, it’s a weed trader in his home |
Wanna put a deep crater in his dome |
Wired detonator to his phone |
Let him play the role, infiltrate the throne |
How can we get him out the building alone? |
Into the danger zone, the reign is gone |
Go mongo Genghis Khan on this mono |
Man it’s on, make his blood stain the floor |
I can’t wait no more, okay? |
Let’s go |
I’m waiting, let’s floating |
High up the crime rate and open |
Tajai approached him |
Womack was towed back from too many double jacks with cold backs |
My whole camp swarmed like green barrages |
In Jesus' name, crusade squeeze and aim |
Now feel the pain, the steel of shame |
How does it feel on the other side of a in your brain? |
Might splatter, matter of fact, drag him in back |
Seen Stoney in the cut, he was grabbing a gat |
Then put it to the temple of Womack’s simple mind |
And told him, «Revenge is MINE.» |