On the night of the last rap that I write   MC's all over will bless the mic   Point two double glocks in the air   Some cats gon' die in they barber's chair   Real rap take to be made of gold   Hot little ho's y'all keep em cold   Everywhere, check it out, it'll be cool   All dope deals will even go smooth      On the night of the last rap that I write   The Devil and God gon' have a fight   Check it, head to head   Tiga, toe to toe   Try'na figure out where I'ma go   All non-smokers gon' blaze the weed   Bonify the term ...(?)   From pennies, yeah tiga   To a gang of g's   And all my homies go from oz's to key's      On the night of the last rap that I write   Mike Tyson gon' have his greatest fight   Knock the little trick out with a left and a right   Stevie Wonder even gon' regain his sight   On the night of my last rap   Africa's gon' be run by blacks   And no where 'round will there be crack   Jamaica's gon' get Bob Marley's back   And all my tigas gon' bust they guns   And no where 'round where the police come      And check this out   I'ma kick it with khan   Muhammad Ali will be pronounced as god   Won't be one killin' in the projects   Muslim's will all cry from Malcom-X   You will finally get respect   Dis I know, I never guess      On the night of the last rap that I write   I'll be married with a wife   She'll be the special love of my life   But check this out muthafucka, Not tonight   Life, of a desperado   Kick it like soccer, That's my motto   Like a bullet in your gun   My heart stay hollow   Sumthin' to like but not to follow   Yo!