Los
Angeles,
California
It's your last show man,
your last show
No more, no more, no more,
no more, no more, no more
Last show, yeah
No more suckers, and no more fickers, and no more suckers,
and no more fickers, and no more, yo
Check it
I got front row tickets to the
fuck you up show
Up so close I could say
what up though
Dressed to impress and
my hair was cut low
But I shoulda gave the tickets away
First of all I like to say beyond
the shadow of a
DZ
Rapping is fun but battling ain't easy
But babbling is easy so
it's follow the leader but
Not if you hot and you movin'
at the speed of light
I ride and kick that shit that
blows them off the meter
Well I guess I get to kickin'
away
Broadcastin' live from a place
where you never been
Where we never been,
a break over the break now
All in together,
involved with the underdog
Forever in debt with
the powers that create
One man walkin' landmine talkin' shit
Like I own this part of this square
Rappers better run for the hills
Cause they gon' get killed
As I move through the water and the air
Yeah, the world is definitely
a playground
ground trapped in the
battlefield fighting for rank
shit you gotta try to score
when it's all out war
on the poor and the money in the
bank think it ain't
last show
yeah no more suckers and no more fakers
and no more biters and no more tickers
and no more stickers and no
more suckers last show
last show no more suckers
and no more biters
And no more tickers, and no more flickers
And no more stickers, and no more
Last show, last show I got front row
tickets to the beat you down show
Up so close I could say
what up though
Dressed to impress and my
hair was cut low
But I shoulda gave the tickets away, away
First of all I like this heavy
on the shadow of a
DZ
Rapping is fun but battling ain't easy
But babbling is easy so
it's follow the leader
But not if you hot and you
moving at the speed of
Light I ride and kick that shit that
blows I'm off the meter
Well I guess I get to kickin' away
Not to be confused with that
booze type steelo
Or the crews on that cruise
ship about to be torpedoed
Smoke fog, haze, mist clouds your sight
Smoke drank dope, this cloud's your fight
All time stand still while I'm
about to recite
Well I guess I just take it reciting away
Take a guess, and make it your best
It's a sound investment when you
make your assessment
It's no contestment,
it's no demand
Don't worry about anything,
you in good hands
Front row tickets to the
Fuck
You
Up show
Up so close, I can say what up though
Dressed to impress and my
hair was cut low
But I should've gave the tickets away
This is a live show,
this is a live show ladies and gentlemen
This a live show
You could say I'm sort of the boss,
so get lost
Live, live, live, live, live show
Yeah, yeah, no more fingers
No more snickers
No more tickers
No more biters, no more
All this can be made into
a work of great art
I'm proud to be a part
of what they call artistic
You thought it would be easy
when you first enlisted
They had an encore but I
think that I missed it
They wanted me to watch
it but I had to resist it
Once in a lifetime,
forever when you gone
Cutting your lifeline, right from the mic line
The floor was packed,
the balcony was filled up
To watch you get killed up,
the record was wheeled up
Let's hear it!
First of all,
I like to stay beyond the shadow of a
DZ
Rappin' is fun, but battlin' ain't easy
But babblin' is easy,
so it's follow the leader
But not if you hot and you
movin' at the speed of
Light a ride and kick the shit that
blows him off the meter