[Intro]
Anger has a place, in all of this
We are the last of all of them
We been in the dying breed
We don't see eye to eye with them
That's how we remain unseen

[Chorus]
We are the last of all of them
We been in the dying breed
We don't see eye to eye with them
That's how we remain unseen

[Verse]
Real n***as been going extinct for centuries in graveyards and mausoleums
They take a picture of the corpse before the ambulance can come and see 'em
They invisible while they still breathing and they don't tip toe
Cause n***as ten toes in the fucking cement
Angels and demons
It's killing season
Entertained by the mundane fame
But that's if you believe it
A lot of comments and criticisms
What you achieving?
Fake shit from the naysayers
They pledge allegiance
You can tell when a real one walk in the room
The fraudulent ones they feel something
Now they on mute
They quite and silent
They never been solid
Dick riders pinching pennies and watching ya wallet
Weak n***as with complex hatred inside 'em
Secret intentions dangerous in the hands of a novice
And they'll do anything for deposits
But you must have forgotten
With one bad apple the whole batch rotten bitch
[Chorus]
We are the last of all of them
We been in the dying breed
We don't see eye to eye with them
That's how we remain unseen

[Outro]
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