Last Show - Aceyalone, DJ Drez

I got front row tickets to the «Fuck You Up» show

Up so close I could say «What up tho?»

Dressed to impressed and my hair was cut low

But I should’ve gave the tickets away

First of all, I’d like to say beyond a shadow of a deezey

Rapping is fun but battling ain’t easy

But babbling is easy

So is Follow The Leader

But, not if you hot and you moving at the speed of

Light, I write and kick that shit that blows 'em off the meter

Well I guess I get to kicking away

Broadcasting live from a place that you never been

Where we never bend or break over the break now

All in together, involved with the underdog

Forever in debt with the powers that create

One man, walking landmine, talking shit

Like I owe this part of this square

Rappers better run for the hills, cause they gon' get killed

As I move through the water and the air

Yeah

The world is definitely a playground

Trapped in a battlefield fighting for rank

Shit, you gotta try to score when it’s all out war

On the poor and the money in the bank, think it ain’t?

«Hell no»

«Yeah»

No more sickers

And no more pickers

And no more biters

And no more tickers

And no more stickers

And no more freakers

Last show

Last show

No more sickers

And no more biters

And no more tickers

And no more freakers

And no more stickers

And no more

Last show

Last show

I got front row tickets to the «Beat You Down» show

Up so close I could say «What up tho?»

Dressed to impressed and my hair was cut low

But I should’ve gave the tickets away

First of all, I’d like to say beyond a shadow of a deezey

Rapping is fun but battling ain’t easy

But babbling is easy

So is Follow The Leader

But, not if you hot and you moving at the speed of

Light, I write and kick that shit that blows 'em off the meter

Well I guess I get to kicking away

Not to be confused with that foolish type steelo

Or those crews on that cruise show about to be torpedoed

Smoke, fog, haze, mist, clouds ya sight

Smoke, drank, dope, this clouds ya fight

All time stands still when I’m about to recite

Well I guess I just get to reciting away

Take a guess

And make it your best

It’s a sound investment when you make your assessment

There’s no contestment

There’s no demand

Don’t worry about anything, you in good hands

Front row tickets to the «Fuck You Up» show

Up so close I could say «What up tho?»

Dressed to impressed and my hair was cut low

But I should’ve gave the tickets away

This is the last show

This is the last show ladies and gentlemen

«Yeah»

«You could say I’m sorta the boss so get lost» — GangStarr 'DWYCK'

«Last show»

«Yeah»

No more freakers

And no more smokers

And no more tokers

And no more biters

And no more…

«All this can be made into a work of great art»

I’m 'bout to be a part of what they call artistic

You thought it would be easy when you first enlisted

They had an encore but I think that I missed it

They wanted me to watch it but I had to resist it

Once in a lifetime, forever when you gone

Cutting your lifeline, right from the mic line

The floor was packed

The balcony was filled up

To watch it get killed up

The record was willed up

«Yeah!»

The audience cheered

The crowd was captured, the people were listening

The tape was rolling, I didn’t want to miss a thing

Took me some pictures, I got 'em developed

Your show is amazing, I’m hearing you tell it

Your name on the marquee, they billing you headline

Filling your head time

It’s killing you dead time

I had front row tickets to the «Beat You Down» show

Up so close I could say «What up tho?»

Dressed to impressed and my hair was cut low

But I should’ve gave the tickets away

First of all, I’d like to say beyond a shadow of a deezey

Rapping is fun but battling ain’t easy

But babbling is easy

So is Follow The Leader

But, not if you hot and you moving at the speed of

Light, I write and kick that shit that blows 'em off the meter

Well I guess I get to kicking away