​billy woods - Last MCs lyrics

Stories of how we gone through it since way
Back, talking problems and hard paths
Starving on blocks, we fed, mad
At niggas that forgot we broke bread
Grow with strength, learning everyday lessons
Gotta get up and press issues, stressed from
Being misused fuck those mad ‘cause
We spit truth, get dro in bags and
For you, it’s easy more so said than done
Chased by police, we run, get
Tired, pause in streets with peace
Wired, come down hard from being highed up
Stuck on clouds, but no time to fuck
Around make tracks and rush your town
Off corners, lungs burnt-out, still
Got stoges, bust ‘em down outside
Wild, got the grown folks
Cussing now like, "Yo (Yo)
What the f? (Shit crazy) " and it’s
Nothing but problems who gonna come
Around and solve ‘em? Who gonna be
The one to save us? Gotta save you
And make special moves you know it’s like

Carving blocks of granite, Stonehenge flows
Sisyphean stones? We move those
Kudos to the kids for stage shows
Wizard of Oz
Curtain-pullers on cats who b-boy-pose
Corporate toads
The nose knows you’re softer than
Ho Hoes breaking mixing boards in dojos
Turn studio to à la modes for semi-pros
Career-ender, adiós, retire
To the Poconos you could
Have been a contender
Tell your grandkids while pulling
Quarters from behind
Their ears, nursing a beard
Thinking back over
The years under belts, Spitamatic
They was something else which Yung Havok?
The last emcees I ever felt (Ever felt)

Alright, alright, alright, alright, settle
Down, settle down
Settle down everybody grab your seats
You nah’mean? Coming for you
Live and direct from the Woodz, it’s me, the
One and only Priviledge, You heard?
Holler at me but coming to
The stage, right now, The very illustrious
(This might be all night)
My man William Bodega

I’m an outer comp like an ET
Who holds weight like snitches at
The bottom of lakes who can bend when beats
Break? Always drop different
Like snowflakes, throw the mic down, have it
Turn to a snake holy Moses upstate
That’ll have you tied to his stake half baked
Down here, no great shakes the average
Resident on a milk crate’ll
Outshine your mixtape
Hard to kill Gates without eight bars
Of free base to stay
Away we’re lane-switching
Out freeways when we snatch
Your plates get out
The kitchen, where I dwell, raw
Well intuition
Linguistic double-stitching, word connect
Forward connect, raw creep with beef
For sleepy peepers
Max out the meter, clap out the heaters
Thought-cheater vengeance sweeter served
Cold, first abasement composition
Flesh, plasma
Reefer creature search speakers
Mic kryptonite getting weak, I step
On stage, glide, forgot my verse blade
So I slide, first pray drunk crowds worst
Rhyming dragons unrehearsed
You’re getting paid
Drop my ganja vibing who’s on first?
Fire Marshall Ray, thugs pushing
Dicks swinging a purse
Stage-diving, conniving Coronas
More haze, NYPD pepper spray
Bartender rising, snatching top-shelf
You don’t got to go home
At least not by yourself