The Last Letter

DustySkidz

This is my new tune. The beats I use for it is the instrumental for Hell Yeah (Pimp The System) by Dead Prez. Tell me what you think.

Have you ever run out in the street without no clothes?
Have you ever run your mouth and had your lies exposed?
s'hit is gettin' deep, you'd better hold your nose,
I pull out my heat when I'm facing foes
You're fiening for my sh'it like you fiening for crack,
You feel it when I spit then you spit one back,
Basic rhyme skills is what you lack,
On the streets Dusty Skidz never coming off wack
On and on, this sh'it goes on,
If you think I'm gonna fold then you got me wrong,
I'll jam it in your face just like LeBron,
I'll catch another case when your face gets blown
There's three simple rules to make your way in this game,
Rule number one is to steady your aim,
Rule number two is to keep it the same,
Never change your ways or the words you sayin'
Rule number three is to say what you see,
Just stay fukking real when you fukking MC,
I followed these rules so eagerly,
Now I'm making this paper so easily
I show people love and they throw love back,
I show respect to those who respect me back,
Coming through like a train and I stay on track,
Blowing up in the game as a matter of fact

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(Chorus)

You can't even dream about being like me,
I'm a true rhyme soldier who was born to MC,

I'm a mother$$$$ing mic wrecker, chin checker, Gon' stretch ya,
Follow this to the last letter

I'm gon' getcha, beat your ass in the street,
I win yet again but you facing defeat,

I'm a mother$$$$ing mic wrecker, chin checker, Gon' stretch ya,
Follow this to the last letter

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The last letter in Dusty Skidz is the letter Zed,
I ain't got no fukking time for the words you said,
Nowadays the streets is lethal, they could leave you dead,
A b'itch could give you aids just from giving you head
They say familiarity breeds contempt,
So I stay on my own until the money is spent,
That's the way it goes in the direction I went,
I stay away from hoes so I can pay the rent
They may smell nice, but every rose got a thorn,
And they'll stab you in the skin when the money is gone,
If you gettin' p'ussy whipped, then you gettin' it wrong,
Get played by a b'itch and you won't last long
These the last days of the reign of man,
I'm a man with a plan and I play my hand,
If you follow what I say then you will understand,
That you gotta make a plan or you gonna kick the can
I've been riding over beats since '94,
I represent Hastings Town for my dogs of war,
They tried to keep me out when they closed the door,
So I kicked that s'hit down just to settle the score
Got to give it your all 'cos 99 percent won't do,
The one percent you miss could mean that you through,
You won't know what to do when you're through, here's a clue,
Take it back to the start, show some heart and stay true

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(Chorus)

You can't even dream about being like me,
I'm a true rhyme soldier who was born to MC,

I'm a mother$$$$ing mic wrecker, chin checker, Gon' stretch ya,
Follow this to the last letter

I'm gon' getcha, beat your ass in the street,
I win yet again but you facing defeat,

I'm a mother$$$$ing mic wrecker, chin checker, Gon' stretch ya,
Follow this to the last letter

(x2)
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All killing all you germs like anticeptic,
Best to stay away from me when this s'hit gets hectic,
I need another mic 'cos once again I wrecked it,
You stuck your chin out and once again I checked it
I've been building on my skills and now my style's eclectic,
The game is gettin' ill and I will infect it,
Came to you as a suprise, but you should expect it,
Follow this to last letter to be respected

Mic Wrecker,
Chin Checker,
Gon' get ya,
Last Letter (x4)

This s'hit is slowing down, so let's speed it up,
A grown man is talking so don't interrupt,
You think that you're safe, but you will get touched,
The pressure building up, I'm about to erupt
I'll be riding over beats for the rest of my days,
And I'll stay exposing fools and all their scandalous ways,
It's a whole new chapter and now I'm turning the page,
I'm taking Hip-Hop to a brand new age
I'm a psychological poet, fine, funky and fresh,
All my raps on the cuts bring big success,
I check for respect, hard and correct,
There ain't no fukking mic because the mic got wrecked
I'm blowin' steam, mean on the scene,
I'm the real deal if you know what I mean,
Bussin out bars until I burst my spleen,
The rhymes that I'm kicking are makin' you green
With envy, and I got fukking plenty,
I ain't got a crew, fool, I represent me,
Remember rule number 2? I remain the same me,
I still say what I want when I $$$$ing MC,
I tell it how I see it, remember rule number 3?
I keep it fukking real and spit the way that it be,
Remember rule number 1? My aim I'm keeping steady,
Dusty Skidz comin' through, so you best be ready
Kicking it the best and it don't get better,
The mic got wrecked by a fukkin chin checker,
If I see in the streets then I'm gon' get ya,
Gon' stretch ya, follow this to the last letter

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(Chorus)

You can't even dream about being like me,
I'm a true rhyme soldier who was born to MC,

I'm a mother$$$$ing mic wrecker, chin checker, Gon' stretch ya,
Follow this to the last letter

I'm gon' getcha, beat your ass in the street,
I win yet again but you facing defeat,

I'm a mother$$$$ing mic wrecker, chin checker, Gon' stretch ya,
Follow this to the last letter

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DustySkidz

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