Language Arts Crew - The Last Letter lyrics

[Hook: Samples] (x4) “Breaking these fools down to the last letter” - Rasco's “The Una**isted” "Wild on the streets, I try to maintain" - Havoc on Mobb Deep's "Survival of the Fittest" [Verse 1: Benny Medicina] Infected. We poisonous—my poison is the strange sh** But once we [let her in?] around the mic and then rock it [?] Of course it's hype. You [mergers?], pay attention ‘til you fortified And realize this business just one-sided like a quarter pipe Your overbite is O-V-E-R—over the top It's the E-N-D of your life when it slows to a stop It's inadequate—this'll describe my style without a adjective Time is money in this f**ing business, so handle it So take this sh** to the bank an armored car And park it alongside to the sky—we shoot to the stars We came together as a crew from the starts—we true to the parts We chew through the bark, get to the seed and it grew from the heart It's invincible. It's time the state of ridicule get into you Smashing out your chorus, fast-forward through your interlude The breaking news is you just losing face up in the middle Aiming for the stage to rid an open mic—this ain't to get you [Hook: Samples] (x4) “Breaking these fools down to the last letter” - Rasco's “The Una**isted” "Wild on the streets, I try to maintain" - Havoc on Mobb Deep's "Survival of the Fittest" [Verse 2: Vric Enoh] I deal with a glyphic arrangement, temperature raising Slip in the bed of the mess we're making [k** ‘em and k**?] over concrete and dropped y'all to floppy [Rot/Rock?] like [robbing Robbie?], got no love of the Miller but hottie Hostile, combo kamikaze like your metal origami Taking a picture—snap! Picture this, picture that. Your picture's wack Bring it a couple of steps back and an*lyze the plan or path You lack the knack to hack the letter fashion past the average rap The aftermath is laughing. [?] in Panama I'm locking graphic battle raps just like in a pa**ion to leave these walls crushed Walls just slammed with the [hands of?] a walnut dsfdssdf you not, son A trip like OxyContin. Give it a minute, diminish your plot, dun You paint like you're blind and your toy is a pop gun Mr. Milton Bradley, Hasbro, and Mattel Your crew is Parker-Brothers-level elementary sk** Step and let it chill, cut to feel and let your letters build Before I pour a cla**ic, Jack, and let my letters still k** [Hook: Samples] (x4) “Breaking these fools down to the last letter” - Rasco's “The Una**isted” "Wild on the streets, I try to maintain" - Havoc on Mobb Deep's "Survival of the Fittest" [Verse 3: Clint Westwood] I'm breaking these fools down beyond the atomic bonds of molecules What's wrong with you and the motley crew that fathered you? I often feud with the thoughtless miniscule and skewer the nonsense And my object intolerance ridicule with the obvious An audience consist of the mostly moderate, lost soul conglomerate Following the parliament that sponsors it I'm marveling kids [with the carpenter's wood/when they copping this weird?], rocking hard hits With the large grip and bombs in my fist My heart spits an army of darkness. My party didn't start this We hardly embark through the hardships It's far from finished—we're in deeper than the Crypt Keeper Don't fear the reaper—we're a step ahead of d**h's demeanor Hell's swelling well below my shelltoes, but we throwing elbows And blows to the domes of low fellows We roll mellow in a hell of game Eyes open wide. Wild on the streets, we try to maintain [Hook: Samples] (x4) “Breaking these fools down to the last letter” - Rasco's “The Una**isted” "Wild on the streets, I try to maintain" - Havoc on Mobb Deep's "Survival of the Fittest" [Verse 4: QS Zeus] Yo, what's the issue? This ignorance flipping it asthmatic Yo, that's tragic. You rapping too fast to pa** static I'm being rational, but you lack preciseness The nicest MC on the streets without a license No record deal but I rep it still ‘cause my life is Developed ill but the dollar bill keeps my priceless But we can wheel, reap the cheaper thrills when I speak to k** People still searching to feel—people, they keep it [leal?] Combat—we be the bigger boys to fracture Contact—we using fuller force to capture The whole thing, I spit it dirty like close aim Peep the pro's game—we be committed with no shame And if you're close range, you be in danger of Team Tough Make your knees bust. Scheming on us? We leave you crushed Blaze on these blunts. Maybe you'll even be rapping better And in three months, we'll see what you've done with your latter letter [Hook: Samples] (x4) “Breaking these fools down to the last letter” - Rasco's “The Una**isted” "Wild on the streets, I try to maintain" - Havoc on Mobb Deep's "Survival of the Fittest" [Outro: Clint Westwood] I live down the street in dirty Virginia. The party's at my home