ransom - Dying Breed lyrics

rate me

Feat. 3D Na'Tee & Fred The Godson

(Intro x2)

I've done it all, have my cake now

(Verse: ransom)

I finally got the chance, and now I'm livin' life

I've done it once before, that's why I did it twice

Achievin' what you can't believe, I'm fiendin' to get it right

I'm squeezin' til we even, I'm bleedin' screamin' to get to Christ

Boss of the underworld, mill down the crouch

Hold a Beretta close, under the leather coach

Those niggas better hope I don't revert to all my street tactics

The modern day sunny listings, listen while I defeat cashes

I'm underrated, understated, underappreciated, under the watch of them secret agents, I

Been ten years and still I'm fighting for respect

I got the game hostage with a rifle to it's neck

A bastard in this life but a disciple in his death

When I die, don't gotta try, cause I was Michael in the flesh

Jordan, Jackson, hold up, I'm just paying homage to the grace that was befo' us

Should have stayed in college, I was waiting back in dopa

Now I get acknowledge and they say I'm bout to blow up

The memoirs of a nigga that been hard

These last ten bars is as sharp as a gym star

I'm far from a gym star but I ball like Lamar Odem

Drug dealers gettin' rich cause they know that Lamar owed them

Huh, you know that these bars golden

The next to be in power, you know that the gods chose 'em

(Hook x4)

The last of a dying breed

(Verse: Na'Tee)

While bitches be buying purses, I be buying herses

Cause I by these verses, I be nursing, shit, I be merkin'

And I been workin', twelve years of slave to this rap game

Master my craft, but still contemplate shit, I bag game

Cause the game ain't how Biggie left it, or Pac left it

A big pun, so this slim as Loc left it

Rappers makin' pop records. Suck a cock to get to the top

I do not get it, it's kind of pathetic

I'm kind of poetic, but that shit don't get you justice

Justice, feelin' a villain I can't be fucked with

Just fit, come from a different fabric than Maverick

I been graduated, fuck makin' a freshman class list

You niggas classist, and my nigga, I'm classic

I'm not eclectic, but I spit to the masses

Actin', but I refuse to be tight casted

Laughin', don't like me, then kiss my ass then

Imagine that there were more of us

Then my soul said 'just don't let them get hold of us'

yeah, they notice us, even when they pretendin' they ain't see it

I guarantee that they itunes got that latina shit

3D shit, and they pro'ly won't admit it

Cause my ass and my city, will neglect I got the lyrics freak

I was a dealer and I ain't talkin' bout filis

Now I am a killer, so if we talkin' the illest

Then you gotta mention me, bars like a penitentiary

Coincidentally, I been schoolin' since elementary

Huh, I'm the illest in recent memory

So I guarantee when I finish you gon' remember me

Queen

(Hook x4)

The last of a dying breed

(Verse: Fred The Godson)

You see these rhymers? I'm bored like Rodman

They got me round premadonnas

I read the comments, what they writtin' to me

My block niggas ain't on in that thing, the type to do it

Rappers, they nervous, when they agree, my three cyphers,

Like I'm sharing at 'em, it ain't me

I'm the last of the dying, I'm rappin', rapidly firin'

Wrinkles in my momma's face, and I'm carrying iron

Ragidy flyn, beats, I burn them down

Since I left, divin' on horizon

Since arrivin', I've noticed the producers doin' the most work

They introduce us as artist, still I can get you more furr

ransom, you know me, I'll body this with the old verse

Stayn long here, like Samson, we gettin' long furr

I mean we cut from the same cloth

I stand, bitches here like the rain cloth

I was told I was Superman with the cape off

The Coup da Coup without pants, see, I can bake soft

Bag the craft, whippin' two pots at the same time

Like I'm doin' the cabbage patch

Matter fact, Fat boi Fresh is bubblin'

I salute the shootas that's laugh, like Chriss Mallot

Thanks to Idk for correcting these lyrics