Last In Your Class

Y’all ready for the greatest rhyme ever.

I'm not saying I’m the greatest rhymer ever, but I'm saying I wrote da greatest rhyme ever.

I dedicate this to those Mormon born But not Mormon sworn…

This shit is called Last in your class.

N***as, y’all listenin’ know who da fuck I'm talkin’ bout.

Those who hated school, Those who hated all those fucked up rules.

Shit, mos’ my teachers had no idea what they were fuckin’ teachin’ anyway!

That is why I’m not surprise by what the fuck people can say.

And especially to those fuckin’ teachers who failed me

And to those lyriscist who think they can derail me (lol)

Here is the fuckin’ truth.

Oh, and fuck you.

Torn cloth

From religions lost

Da world seeks a new mutha fuckin’ boss

You may choose wrong

But shit dats your loss

Cause three have already carried God’s great cross.

Fuck Einstein’s theory of relativity

Yo’ shit ain’t even gettin’ the best of me

Cause I’m the theory of invincibility

So there’s no need for You to come test me

This is my mutha fuckin’ destiny.

N***as I’m here to set your souls free.

Damn it's too late to flee

Shit, the ferryman done cross the sea.

Here are two coins For your souls to join

All the other dead N***a clones

Who thought they’d drone me out

But found death was their only rout.

From the physics Of my lyrics

Now, they're hangin’ bones

And I’ll have y’all N***as thinkin’

Damn, we need to leave him da fuck alone.

Shit you better clear it with your cleric

Before you come step to me

Cause I’ll fuckin’ treat you like a fuckin’ heretic

You fuckin’ derelict

When my fuckin' lyrics hit.

Okay, ‘nuff with the bullshit.

I’m ‘bout to drop this shit for realz.

I’m so myopic when I drop a topic

That I blur all other objects out.

Hell, even Common will need a tutor to figure out

What this fuckin rap’s shit is all about.

Oh, and before I proceed further

Let me say, y’all N***as need to stop chasing me

Cause y’all live in a democracy

And dis type of government can never ever

Create a good one like me

Cause I was bread to be born free.

Shit I’m a certified Country N***a

No one can come bigger

I don’t have to pull da fuckin’ trigger

N***as y’all need to figure out

What dis hustle is all about.

I can define genius When I speak in plain English

But if a foreign language is needed

N***as y’all been truly defeated.

I move minds Again and again I’m not a lyricist

But a political theorists

My thoughts span time

Broken down in rhymes that chime

Of great minds’ divine

I too was born to shine

That’s why I am called what?

Hardline.

N***as wish they could be blessed

With this grace I face

So I’ll change my pace

And become this generations

Greatest creation

As I cross this nation

To end all y’all N***as frustrations

Cause I done fuckin’ cracked what?

Da Great Conversation

I can predict the future With the rhymes I define

Time after time

And put yo’ ass on an Odyssey for all to see.

I’ll give a name to your unborn baby,

There I hope you’re happy

Damn dat girl done gone and won a fucking Grammy.

I'm so slick Rick wishes he were me

Rakim Biggie 2-PAC LL Ice Snoop Dre and NAS. Let me repeat this.

Rakim Biggie 2-PAC LL Ice Snoop Dre NAS

call me their Great Wizard of what?

Verse,

Cause dis rap will always be considered what?

Da greatest first.

Damn, I see more than thee

Like a bumble bee

I see lights In ultra vision

I create rhymes with pure precisions

Leaving no divisions

For fights As I take life to new heights

With da knowledge I gained from college, Mr. West.

Damn, I'm so mutha fuckin’ blessed with success

I cannot rest

Until I demolish Da ways of old

like it’s a game of chess.

While y’all N***as were frontin’ da chrome

My brain was given a second chance to be honed

This time under the Golden Dome

And as I wander through God's grand test

To be the best From east to west

Growin’ my set With da crest of western civ.

N***as this is how I live.

Straight from the give and go

Of my divine flow

Massive how it is

Damn, I’m so blessed To be da face

Of our future race One so damn deep

It reaps with the understanding

Where we hood Deep on Greenwood.

So, to the thugs and Black Wall Street cheats,

I must repeat What St. Augustine said,

Learn from the roads

Traveled by those who once led

But now are dead

Let their rhymes fill yo’ head.

My arrogance comes From my mixed heritage Of aristocracy

Yeah I know my own biography

This is my black mythology.

N***as my black psychology

runs so deep Even Jay-Z dreams his great great-grand kids

Will reap what I peep

When he’s no longer standin’ on his own two fuckin' feet.

Yeah, that’s how long my line runs son.

Fuck my rhymes are like ESP

I see more than most

That’s why my rhymes Top coast to coast

Yeah I can boast Even before I’m called to toast.

I’m an American born resident

Who isn’t hesitant

To represent the voice of da top 1%

Yeah, I came from da bottom of the top Of da cream of da crop

I create rhymes For y’all fuckers to debate relate then incorporate

And as y’all begin dis new precedent

N***as my lines will reverberate

I kick so much knowledge

I'll have Lil Wayne prayin’ To da Dalai Lama,

Republicans praisin’ President Barak Obama.

Hell, now all those who have been first ladies

Wish they had my babies.

Damn, this shit done gone fuckin’ crazy

So, make a date To find your own fate

And if you need help Cause my phrases feel like whelps

Then listen closely to da flows I tape.

Find your own grace

Create space From those who displace

You from your own path

And your shit too shall last The test of time

Now go find your mind

With da Almighty Divine

So you too can go kick ass

Even if you’re last in your class…



If you can best me, then test me

Cause the Hardline has been drawn

And I’m da number 1 public beast.

Peace!