The Last Rap I'll Ever Write Lyrics - Andre Nickatina

On the night of the last rap that I write 

MC's all over will bless the mic 

Point two double glocks in the air 

Stunt Caps go down they were as share 

Real rap take to be made of gold 

Hot little ho's y'all keep em cold 

Everywhere, check it out, it'll be cool 

All dope deals will even go smooth 

On the night of the last rap that I write 

The Devil and God gon' have a fight 

Check it, head to head 

Tiga, toe to toe 

Try'na figure out where I'ma go 

All non-smokers gon' blaze the weed 

Butterflies will turn back to centipedes 

From pennies, yeah tiga 

To a gang of g's 

And all my homies go from oz's to ki's 

On the night of the last rap that I write 

Mike Tyson gon' have his greatest fight 

Knock the little trick out with a left and a right 

Stevie Wonder even gon' regain his sight 

On the night of my last rap 

Africa's gon' be run by blacks 

And no where 'round will there be crack 

Jamaica's gon' get Bob Marley's back 

And all my tigas gon' bust they guns 

And no where 'round where the police come 

And check this out 

I'ma kick it with Khan 

Muhammad Ali will be pronounced as god 

Won't be one killin' in the projects 

Muslim's will all cry from Malcom-X 

Hewey'll finally get respect 

Dis I know, I never guessed 

On the night of the last rap that I write 

I'll be married with a wife 

She'll be the special love of my life 

But check this out muthafucka, not tonight 

Life, of a desperado 

Kick it like soccer, that's my motto 

Like a bullet in your gun 

My heart stay hollow 

Somethin' to like but not to follow 

Yo!