Lyrics The Last Real One - Mello Music Group, Wise Intelligent, Has-Lo

The Last Real One

Audible Doctor!
You bout to lose your license for this one
This shit gon' make more niggas sink than a hill
Believe you me
Rappers just become what I’ve been since young
All the MC’s, I’m d last real one
I’m like the Alpha O, the alafanoby
The elemental octagon, the horizontal figure-8
The infinite, like your WIFI light
I’ll be keepin' shit connected, blessed Israeli-ite
An ma flow is real tight, what it is is real life
Calibrate it to creation, it's what Isre-al's like
Ma brotha, Ezra’s L lights
The dark is fo' artiste who can’t keep his real
Right can’t confront his real life
This is what it feels like when it’s bustin' out your system
Like it’s liquor last night
Hanging over, get him sober
This dis nigga last fight, an understudy ass wipe
Him an his buddies pass mics, around in semi circles
Tryna get it half right, the scepter in my hand hand might
Pass to someone if they come from where it’s real life
Where the shit real still, ma spit still ill
Cut an paste the SMS, an text the message, an speak it an repeat it
When we build, tweet it say it’s real
All the MC’s, I’m d last real one
Rappers just become what I’ve been since young
Rapper boy run when the black son come
All the MC’s, I’m d last real one
I’m like the architect’s opus
The mark 5 gold, over suit, over arc, open-eyed lotus
The owners, the unsung, sung an torch blowers
Who teach us the holy, d freeze frame moment
I circulate, like a bootleg on tape
It’s so perfect, the verbiage, tailor-made verses
Trailer load, from days I was barely known
An now I got Mike Toe callin ma phone
To put d record out, I put the message on
Press it up, put the pressure on, less is more
Truly yours, the art of war, platinum when I return
Until then I leave you what I got in reserve
Memorize me, an sing along like a Biggie song
Ha, sicker than yo average, sittin on some bachin
An I got em if you askin
It’s automatic, systematic, fragments