Punchline - Last Days (So What) lyrics

[Wordsworth] We go back to back and bring pleasure to mics Y'all only go back to back just to measure your height And me and weathers alike [how?], unpredictable Hallmark "Get Well Soon" when your fan visit you It's miserable, the way that I effect y'all lives When I reveal the naked truth it will molest y'all eyes And n***as stay askin Words [what] yo spit for my man Remember my verse, go home, and kick this sh** for your fam You'll probably miss an exam to hear me kick it and scram And you wouldn't drop an album if it slipped from your hand Easy come, easy go, it's part of the game When I write it's worth something cuz its part of my name It's Wordsworth, really it ain't hard to explain Depend on my hard and my brain Like a farmer for rain Where you fall short, is where we come up strong That new artist with your demo you're tryin to run up on You can't rehearse fate My birthdate was a prophecy Maternity wards had to reserve space My words paint, describe emotion You cryin notion, and sweat rivers It's just in us It's poetry at the highest form It's bug cuz if you rap and bought this, I'm dissin you the entire song Relyin on sk**, can't dispute when I write it I'm what you're looking forward to, like the future ????? [Hook] This is what you waited for Un-cut straight raw This is what you really need Bang it till your ears bleed I spit too [So what!?] I got hoes [So what!?] We got dough [So what!?] We hold it down [So what!?] (repeat) [Punchline] Gimme a tight track and a whole bottle full of liquor I spit sixteen and make you break fool like Rah Digga Stack figures, I'ma show you what I'm really on Snatch mics like the Feds snatched little Elian Silly rap Don n***as, get no wins here Spit sh** that leave you pissed like my project ????? Dew rag on my hip, I'm born to win, it's a given I switch hoes like Ali switched religions K.O., split decisions, its all in the same No matter what the critics say, I'm born to win in this game Battles kept me physically trained Spit crazy flows Fiendin to rhyme since Cool J did radio That was '82, now the rap game needs something new You sound oldschool, and your label stay f**in you One, two, my real n***as I'ma defend Punch and Words keep it tight from begining to end Chorus (2x) [Wordsworth] It's over now and we just begining I only mess with women that wear clothes like they dressed for swimming Want me to rhyme on your record, so when I'm dead and hauled off You release it to revive your career when you falled off [Punchline] Yo, I keep an attitude for n***as that act funny I roll with n***as that get cash and dress bummy For rap I stay hungry, my styles unique I roll deep, your label hope we don't drop the same week [Wordsworth] Or decade or century, they do all with chemistry???? The new foes of the industry When we blow, eventually On corners y'all can hear me spittin And pull me to the side and ask if I'ma share my writtens [Punchline] Y'all n***as talk cash but never seen dollars Rob me, I keep a tech like Rasheed Wallace Street scholars I put it on the hottest MC's Me and Words rock joints together like siamese [Wordsworth] I solemnly swear that we here to conquer for years Y'all probably scared [Yo chill son I got it from here] [Punchline] Sheddin no tears Don't care who you run with, s** dick Walkin wild like I can't be f**ed with Chorus (2x)