Anger has a place, in all of this We are the last of all of them We been in the dying breed We don't see eye to eye with them That's how we remain unseen We are the last of all of them We been in the dying breed We don't see eye to eye with them That's how we remain unseen Real niggas been going extinct for centuries in graveyards and mausoleums They take a picture of the corpse before the ambulance can come and see 'em They invisible while they still breathing and they don't tip toe Cause niggas ten toes in the fucking cement Angels and demons It's killing season Entertained by the mundane fame But that's if you believe it A lot of comments and criticisms What you achieving? Fake shit from the naysayers They pledge allegiance You can tell when a real one walk in the room The fraudulent ones they feel something Now they on mute They quite and silent They never been solid Dick riders pinching pennies and watching ya wallet Weak niggas with complex hatred inside 'em Secret intentions dangerous in the hands of a novice And they'll do anything for deposits But you must have forgotten With one bad apple the whole batch rotten bitch We are the last of all of them We been in the dying breed We don't see eye to eye with them That's how we remain unseen