Last Mcs F/ Vordul & Taiwo

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 E.T
 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