Hardline - Last In Your Cla** lyrics
Y'all ready for the greatest rhyme ever. I'm not saying I'm the greatest rhymer ever, but I'm saying I wrote da greatest rhyme ever. I dedicate this to those Mormon born But not Mormon sworn… This sh** is called Last in your cla**. n***as, y'all listenin' know who da f** I'm talkin' bout. Those who hated school, Those who hated all those f**ed up rules. sh**, mos' my teachers had no idea what they were f**in' teachin' anyway! That is why I'm not surprise by what the f** people can say. And especially to those f**in' teachers who failed me And to those lyriscist who think they can derail me (lol) Here is the f**in' truth. Oh, and f** you. Torn cloth From religions lost Da world seeks a new mutha f**in' boss You may choose wrong But sh** dats your loss Cause three have already carried God's great cross. f** Einstein's theory of relativity Yo' sh** ain't even gettin' the best of me Cause I'm the theory of invincibility So there's no need for You to come test me This is my mutha f**in' destiny. n***as I'm here to set your souls free. Damn it's too late to flee sh**, the ferryman done cross the sea. Here are two coins For your souls to join All the other dead n***a clones Who thought they'd drone me out But found d**h was their only rout. From the physics Of my lyrics Now, they're hangin' bones And I'll have y'all n***as thinkin' Damn, we need to leave him da f** alone. sh** you better clear it with your cleric Before you come step to me Cause I'll f**in' treat you like a f**in' heretic You f**in' derelict When my f**in' lyrics hit. Okay, ‘nuff with the bullsh**. I'm ‘bout to drop this sh** for realz. I'm so myopic when I drop a topic That I blur all other objects out. Hell, even Common will need a tutor to figure out What this f**in rap's sh** is all about. Oh, and before I proceed further Let me say, y'all n***as need to stop chasing me Cause y'all live in a democracy And dis type of government can never ever Create a good one like me Cause I was bread to be born free. sh** I'm a certified Country n***a No one can come bigger I don't have to pull da f**in' trigger n***as y'all need to figure out What dis hustle is all about. I can define genius When I speak in plain English But if a foreign language is needed n***as y'all been truly defeated. I move minds Again and again I'm not a lyricist But a political theorists My thoughts span time Broken down in rhymes that chime Of great minds' divine I too was born to shine That's why I am called what? Hardline. n***as wish they could be blessed With this grace I face So I'll change my pace And become this generations Greatest creation As I cross this nation To end all y'all n***as frustrations Cause I done f**in' cracked what? Da Great Conversation I can predict the future With the rhymes I define Time after time And put yo' a** on an Odyssey for all to see. I'll give a name to your unborn baby, There I hope you're happy Damn dat girl done gone and won a f**ing Grammy. I'm so slick Rick wishes he were me Rakim Biggie 2-PAC LL Ice Snoop Dre and NAS. Let me repeat this. Rakim Biggie 2-PAC LL Ice Snoop Dre NAS call me their Great Wizard of what? Verse, Cause dis rap will always be considered what? Da greatest first. Damn, I see more than thee Like a bumble bee I see lights In ultra vision I create rhymes with pure precisions Leaving no divisions For fights As I take life to new heights With da knowledge I gained from college, Mr. West. Damn, I'm so mutha f**in' blessed with success I cannot rest Until I demolish Da ways of old like it's a game of chess. While y'all n***as were frontin' da chrome My brain was given a second chance to be honed This time under the Golden Dome And as I wander through God's grand test To be the best From east to west Growin' my set With da crest of western civ. n***as this is how I live. Straight from the give and go Of my divine flow Ma**ive how it is Damn, I'm so blessed To be da face Of our future race One so damn deep It reaps with the understanding Where we hood Deep on Greenwood. So, to the thugs and Black Wall Street cheats, I must repeat What St. Augustine said, Learn from the roads Traveled by those who once led But now are dead Let their rhymes fill yo' head. My arrogance comes From my mixed heritage Of aristocracy Yeah I know my own biography This is my black mythology. n***as my black psychology runs so deep Even Jay-Z dreams his great great-grand kids Will reap what I peep When he's no longer standin' on his own two f**in' feet. Yeah, that's how long my line runs son. f** my rhymes are like ESP I see more than most That's why my rhymes Top coast to coast Yeah I can boast Even before I'm called to toast. I'm an American born resident Who isn't hesitant To represent the voice of da top 1% Yeah, I came from da bottom of the top Of da cream of da crop I create rhymes For y'all f**ers to debate relate then incorporate And as y'all begin dis new precedent n***as my lines will reverberate I kick so much knowledge I'll have Lil Wayne prayin' To da Dalai Lama, Republicans praisin' President Barak Obama. Hell, now all those who have been first ladies Wish they had my babies. Damn, this sh** done gone f**in' crazy So, make a date To find your own fate And if you need help Cause my phrases feel like whelps Then listen closely to da flows I tape. Find your own grace Create space From those who displace You from your own path And your sh** too shall last The test of time Now go find your mind With da Almighty Divine So you too can go kick a** Even if you're last in your cla**… If you can best me, then test me Cause the Hardline has been drawn And I'm da number 1 public beast. Peace!