Last Death
 

Leave you wide eyed at my lay regime
crown me king / gettin this evasive cream
The power in y mind will reduce you to ashes
I'm dancin like Michael Jackson so im gettin this cabbage
Within these flows illness was built by cortizone
Nothin but horse power while I'm pushin these blows
I knew I had mistique when my mouth could pick
In the streets still blazin wit these twisted kicks
You cant win dealin those uppercuts on the canvas
Cuz bullets goin spray straight to you on ya planet
A knife to ya neck gives you a cold death
Penetrating ya chest you leading to ya last breath
Take you to the lord / wit many flying missles
Pushin back ya torso / as the bomb ripples
I'm forcin you to degrade down to dust
Black being writing hot raps with an african touch