]The Last Two.
Written By: Ntalek ft. SyaNidal
The screaming screen
a computer geeks dream
as it seems the data is read between
the lines in time are tied to the strings
which defines his mind as mines on a beach.
he feelis like he walkin wit bombs tied to his sneeks.
just to alarm the timing of she, he's lost.
inbetween these cloths, ruff and ragged
he's scuffed when tragic situations cross his madness.
and have him, strutting like these missles were plastic.
fighting for the seventh father who's missing his bastard.
his mission was blasted, after the fact of wut arifats did,
so now they asking, questions of who'll retaliate the fastest.
they seek the masses based off oppinoins that are factless.
speaking a language we've never learned or hardly practiced.
kinda like speaking in tongue's backwards.
because if you don't understand wut they're saying,
what is the question that you're asking.
Buddist, Islamic or Cathlioc doesn't explain baptist.
Words subscribed on a dirty mattress.
with oil stains, and spoiled names,
it took a black man to pronounce change.
with broiled brains, and loyal change.
cents he's been spent, like loose dollars.
just as quick as a child would lose fathers.
or become martyr.
You've dont bartered our roots collars.
What the math do is release the shackles.
We build pinnacles and laugh to.
then perpretrate wind and blow past you.
we don't perpretrate wins cause you're the last two.
last two, I got speech bubbles to blast you
and actions played out on cartoons from the past dude
like SMACK, BOOM, got munchies for that fast food
always quick to vomit in the toilet of my bathroom
re-open my last wound, thirsting for crimson liquid
to show me the same exact images I just depicted,
it’s like I’m gifted, with a sixth sense to exhibit
but when I throw course to the wind, I always end up winded
and the sky’s definitely the limit, aint no way to pass it
I wander through my mind like my body’s in a casket
and that last fit? I threw it, reeled it back and cast it
just to try to hook myself back up on this rap shit
back up on this gat shit, nah back up on this hip-hop
like I climbed the ranks so easily, I’m back up on this tip-top
but I’m jumpin when the hits stop, crazy when the clip stops
and the credits roll upwards, like realities just flip-flopped
went from watchin’ over myself, to bein in my mind
it was all just a dream, that leaked out from my spine
rewound up my neck, and refocused my eyes
reminded me of how my whole life was a lie
and if my whole life is a lie, might as well just blast it
to the back of my dome with another little tablet
these shots are droppin rapid, I might as well be shafted
drinkin the blood of catholics, every night on average
cause I’m droppin bombs and my back is always crackin
just for another trip down memorylane with my buddy Acid
and I’m crashin, lights flashin as they pass through
been droppin hits since Babe Ruth did, but these were my last two
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