(Last of a dying breed)-full version

I have killed so many rappers in the booth.
I could have sold them on ebay.
Because all my lines and rhymes, in the studio on replay.
So much friction I caused and blown out fires,more than on your b-day.
Could have caused more disaster with my words on d-day
If only the banks would shout my name and say mayday.
It's mayday Pinda because it is you payday.
A million in words, scripted on the bank note.
Can't describe the sensation as I have the Sara in my throat.

That's a dream I wish to have one day.
I want to be noticed, I want a f-ing contract.
Send me a contract, before I make you a hit contract.
Hitman style, with the suit and gun,
I will make you bleed like you camping on the sun.
The only ways rapper get found, is by battling other Mc's.
So how can I advance If you give me no opponents.
All the ones I've had dream whilst I spit for the moment.
If hip-hop did die I would never offer my condolence.

(Chorus)
So I say it, I am a lyricalist.
Living for the dream.
Got the vibe of hero.
Spirit of a team.
I give my fans what they need.
Just remember I'm one of the last.
Of a dying breed.

This is my art, art, art of music.
See me in the studio, rapping from the heart.
Hit record and I lose it.
Beggining, to the end. Straight back to the start.
I am hip-hop, I am the art.
And forever my power will endure yet depart.
I'm a born man, pure lyrical survivor.
Grew out of a deprived seed.
What you got to say about that Father?
I bite my tongue for nobody, do what I do as I blast.
Stream me on T.V,BBC,Bet and I let you know.
That you suckers can kiss my my ass.

(Chorus)
So I say it, I am a lyricalist.
Living for the dream.
Got the vibe of hero.
Spirit of a team.
I give my fans what they need.
Just remember I'm one of the last.
Of a dying breed.