The Last Descendant
• Written by katdawg74
katdawg74's Notes
This is based off an old song I made back in seventh grade (so only two years ago lol). But I've grown since then.
*Burn the tree, burn it all!
*I want nothing left when he comes back!
*And if he dares to survive this...
*He'll be in for one rude awakening...
I've been told my whole life that I'm the odd one out,
You'd think that I'd fight back, but it's true without a doubt,
I try to ignore the haters when all they do it cloud,
My mind with these curses, it feels like a drought,
Is it for the clout, cause I don't understand,
I thought when I'd get older, that I'd have this sh*t planned,
Apparently not so, cause I can't meet demands,
It's worth it though, to see all these stacks expand,
I can't get with it, I'm over it,
But I'll admit, that I'll never quit,
So grab your wallet, sweet like chocolate,
An' let that sh*t drip, girl take a sip,
This ain't the last show, I'm in the scene,
Yeah before you know it, turn me into a machine,
Workin' nonstop, feed me gasoline,
I will never drop, better days been seen,
Spin on the roundabout, have another go,
Try and live a lil', you know life's too slow,
Pull up on your girl, yeah that bi*ch from the ghetto,
But you can't pull up on my mans, cause we respect the fellow,
You can't summa-lumma dooma-lumma your way out of this one bi*ch!
Your mind's a Rubik's cube when all the corners switch,
Stand up to me? Even your side-chick thinks your average,
Run on your block, wit a 9mm Glock, I still manage, take advantage,
You wanna cruise through Nuketown,
One more word, it's a shutdown,
Ain't nobody get me down,
Step up and get clowned,
We don't rhyme without reason,
I still remember gettin' beaten,
All they did was raise demons,
Feel bad,depends on the season
Got checks on every quarter,
Got bands in every corner,
I don't bow down to nobody's order,
Moncler in July even when it's warmer,
I get more bills, need me Louis Vuitton,
Life is just a game of chess, and your just a pawn,
You ain't a king, you fell down the Kong
Watch as I soar past the moon, call me Armstrong,
Watch as I run the city,
These streets be lookin' sh*tty,
Hoes tryna give me pity,
Knock 'em to make 'em dizzy,
Miss the shot,
Flag at half mast,
Why you in the spot?
Back to the past,
Don't get caught lackin'
Call me a quarterback,
Cause I be sackin',
Whatever you attack,
It's bound to happen,
Mental relapse,
You better know your place, cause I know mine,
Up in Las Vegas, that's where I reside,
Even with the money, I ain't satisfied,
Knock 'em up like the f*cking slip and slide,
Wind it up like DNA,
Might be idle but I'm here to stay,
No way out, I'll find a way,
But I ain't gonna get on my knees and pray,
*Where is he at?!
*I don't know sir! I think he's dead!
*Well he better be! I think he's crazy!
*No sir. I think he's lazy-
*Lazy?! A lazy person wouldn't kill half our army!
*Sir, I think you misunderstand. He's off the m*lly-
Off the m*lly? You must be insane!
Ever since I got my head in the game!
All the demons I faced, you know I overcame,
When you say it in vain, it better not be my name!
I hope you know, all my life I was a bother,
Don't believe me? Go ahead and, ask my father,
I ain't EMINEM but believe I'm the monster,
Always bust my a*s, just for the extra dollar,
Go the extra mile, guess I have to walk eight,
Even when I'm off the p*lls, I can't keep my head straight,
I've always been asked, how do you manage hate?
They whip into shape, until they know that I'm great!
I don't just fill this paper,
Ever since I was young, I knew the danger,
An' I only talk to God when I need a favor,
Though people hide it well, I can tell their nature,
I didn't need the early setbacks,
Cause I was the one making sacks,
People always telling me kick back an' relax,
You know I can't do that, too busy rackin' stacks,
*Sir he's gathered an army of his own!
*Half of them overseas, half flown!
*What do we do? We're all on our own!
*I'd suggest we'd better watch our tone!
*I don't know sergeant, but listen here!
*Keep your voice down, so he won't overhear,
*You mustn't wander off, or fret, out of fear,
*I think the winner here is crystal clear...
