Last of the B-Boys
I don't feel the pressure grip from a pistol
Just the grip from a missile
Just a little
Aiming to fire then hit you
That's the worldwide rising tide
Damn a shark we worried about the jaws of life
Beast feeding off our wrongs and rights
Each song I write is like a monster drawing a fight
My headspace is a headcase
Locked in the cell cage with the ropes and chains
Only hope to contain
Need hobbies like kites and trains
But we trained to fight like boxing rings
War zone in your city
Terrorist planes
Buildings collapse
Now we at war with Hussein
After death still battle remains
With ghost remains
Residue on a bullet in vain
Shot up like a junkies vein
Same thing like two twins with matching names
Same aim since slavery came
Same game but the memories changed
Like amnesia with a visa
Forgot where you been came
Been tagging these lines
Been writing these signs
No billboards
How else to we tell we need help
Reinforcements ain't reporting
We social orphans
Even in mic recordings
Still pain absorbed in
Retreat down south where safety's formed in
Forever we B-boy
You know what it mean boy
No fakes or no decoy
Cuz its real
Never to destroy
We greet you with peace boy
You know what I mean cuz-
We the last of the B-boys
B-boys, the last of the B-boys, B-boys
See, I'm that big bad b-boy
Ripping this beat break
41, now my backpack is a briefcase
Still going hard in the midst of this rap shit
Ownership, creativity is my tactics
I, give you that back in the day taggin on the walls or that in between class cipher in the hall
was at Del Amo mall hollering at rich chicks
kept a pencil and a pad just to write down the digits Sorry, didn't mean to go back, throwback
But I had to take a sec to let you know that
This is some blood in, blood out
To the end make money, lose money
Go on tour get it in
I guess marriage would probably be the synonym
If albums were children, yeah, I got 15 of them
Not an exaggeration
Never to be overblown
80 years old on stage
touring senior citizen homes
We the last of the B-boys
B-boys, the last of the B-boys, B-boys
We the last of the B-boys
B-boys, uh
Writer/s: Jay Williams