NOT FOR NON-PROFIT
by Last Offence
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Digital Album
For the second lap, LastO employed a few guest stars (Tselane Love, Bry'Nt, Stern Savage, etc.) and an eclectic mix of sounds to reel you in. Nevertheless, the star of Not For Non Profit is none other than Capital L himself as he brings you along for yet another journey (decidedly more personal this time around) into the mind of rap music's misfit. Features "Back It On Up", "Who We Are" and "State Ya Name". Immediate download of 16-track album in your choice of 320k mp3, FLAC, or just about any other format you could possibly desire.Free Download
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The Money Question
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Here & Now
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Back It On Up
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Anti-Gay Interlude
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Fresh As I Wanna Be
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Who We Are
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Wring My Neck
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Watch Me
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On Top
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Rokurboy
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Not Whining (w/ Tselane)
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Don't Go There
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released 25 March 2009
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Since 2008 LastO (Last Offence) has been building a repertoire of music that stretches the limits of what his genre will ... more allow. The Saint Louis born emcee debuted with the groundbreaking "Run A Lap" (EP) most famous for cult-status hits "So Magical" and "Hello Boyz". By March of 2009, the emcee was already offering a darker, grittier and overall more refined follow-up "Not For Non Profit". less
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- Track Name: Here & Now
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Barack Obama:
"If I had to name my greatest strength I guess it would be my humility... Greatest weakness, uh, it's possible that I'm a little too awesome."
VERSE ONE
Tada! / Nigga you can't tell me that ain't magic / fuck pullin rabbits outta hats, listen I'm pullin' classics / ra-tat-ta-tat / homie it is automatic, try and tell me I can't get it, you know that I gots to have it / me and my mic raise hell and create havoc / runnin around, runnin my mouth, tellin the town just who I nap with / (and every which backflip) all of those gymnastics that we do in the bedroom and ya'll ain't even ask shit / (my bad, force of habit) but shit I'm feeling like if I don't talk bout sucking dick then you would think I'm acting (he ain't gay) / The DL epidemic, the way that it hit those black men, I feel I need to scream it out (like "fuck me from the back end") / Now I'm acting like a chicken-head on the block / like chirp chirp I'm in ya wallet, "Homie, what are you worth?" / Plus plus I really really wanna make these niggas squirt / All over your pants, all over your shirt
HOOK:
Appreciate me here and now 'cause only heaven knows just how long I'll be around
Tselane: Don't you leave us alone
Appreciate me here and now 'cause only heaven knows just how long I'll be around
Tselane: Oh Oh don't you leave us alone
Appreciate me here and now 'cause only heaven knows just how long I'll be around
Tselane: Don't you leave us alone
Appreciate me here and now 'cause only heaven knows.....how long I'll be in this shit
Tselane: Oh ooooh ohhh oh oh oh
VERSE TWO
They hatin' on me cause I ain't from the ghetto / these niggas don't like me!.... Ditto / I got these gay rappers tight just like a dick-hole, I gave my shit away for free ya'll actin like my shit sold / (I hope it hits home nigga) Gave ya'll my scriptures / bout to drive a split wedge through my family with this business (Bear Witness!) / you ain't never seen nothing like me, nigga not from the start, not in between (nigga it's me) / Got blasphemy? / shit I'll make yo ass believe / nigga church what the furck? Better pray up on yo knees (nigga it's me) / and if you think I'm not that nice, it's just the beats, shit, put my acapella against anything you release / See me in the streets nigga / Not on no gangsta shit, I'm bout to be homeless / (I blame the bank for this) / Recession hits hard all up in my ribs got me curled up on the floor like a little bitch
HOOK - Track Name: Back It On Up
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Jay-Z:
Back it on up like a U-Haul truck whoo!
HOOK:
Jay-Z:
Back it on up - back it back it on up - back back back it on - back it on up!
Back it on up - back it back it on up - back it on up like a U-Haul truck! (x2)
VERSE ONE:
My entourage pull up to the club like the fleet / that is the fucking squad, nigga beat ya fucking feet / you wanna be near the red carpet when I pull up in my car, paparazzi say cheese (stop frontin!) / what's the T, looking for some DNA, Dick'N'Ass, let's make a DVD / you wanna be seen on my arm, I'm a muthafuckin star, underground as I be / a few of these dick-fiends look sweet sixteen, to get intimate with me, I'ma need some ID / but any sign: Gemini or Pisces, we get our R. Kelly on, do our bump and grind thing / I like to have my cake and I eat it with icing / I said I like to have my cake and I eat it too/ Bite me! / a model type, he's built quite nicely / if I pull this piece of trade, they gon be tight tight at me
HOOK:
VERSE TWO:
Shall I shake the ass like the San Andreas fault line? / Who's fault? Mine / I'm the reason he straying away keep ya eyes on that nigga at all times / I'm not a five, nigga I'm all dime (all dime) / Ant-a-wans, DeShawns, and Vons -- they are all mine / I'm sorry Ma, shoulda seen the signs / You took the time....made him a part of your life / now he backs it up (yeah he do), like a Mack truck, now that there is a run of bad luck (Sorry) / he folds like a fuckin pretzel, he's limber / but I don't want him no more, I keep it simpler / no pussies, no kittens, I'm not kidding / No kitten with no muthafuckin litter -- that means no children, I'm not a mistress, I'm not no muthafuckin mister!
HOOK:
VERSE THREE:
Shall I shake the (chuckles, ch-ching, ch-ching)....change purse to make these niggas wan date me? / G-Golddiggers! / Shall I trick and let you get the billfold? / No nigga / I'm bold and I'm beautiful, don't roll with no stupid ho niggas acting like no hoes / no, it's the Superbowl nigga / kick-kick yo ass to the curb like a field goal, a punt kick, my toes are in your turds / my foot is in your ass / oh don't be absurd! These little sissies just came in here to dance / Then back it on up, reverse nigga, all on me / these cakes is desert nigga! / you on me... little pre-vert nigga / let's take it to my crib make ya knees hurt nigga / put your tee-shirt where your feet were / then lay yo ass down where I sleep sir / I apologize, that's my knee jerk reaction / to treat you like a freak cause you a freak when you be dancing / back it up, where you going handsome? / "You fuck nigga, squeeze it off with ya hands! One." - Track Name: Fresh As I Wanna Be
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VERSE ONE:
I am as fresh as I wanna be / if you are a Christian you are gunnin’ for me, Mormons too, my hormones make you uncomfotable B / I’m a homosexual I am so tongue and cheek, I’m so clever if ever you wanted beef, you don’t want it with me / gay like double dutch, run me through your little gaydar, you’ll find the print out’s so long that you will run up out of paper / hey haters, how do you plan to stop me now or later, 38 revolvers, 45s, mack-10s or with a razor / they say uh, the pen is mightier than any saber, any sword, but if there’s a war I just don’t know if a Bic will save ya / I’m a master of this language / that is English, that’s not Spanish, I’ve managed to manhandle this music and poke it in the anus / I rapes it, then I laugh and say “That is so Raven!” / I don’t really know what that means but I’m Last Offence so I get away with it / cause I’m tight tight tight dawg, like a Gerbil’s coochie / I don’t sip on none of that purple, I don’t roll around with no oozie / I belong in nudie movies where there’s plenty of doing in the booty / that is threesomes, that is foursomes, that’s just me and a couple of groupies / my train of thought’s deranged, arrange for me to be committed / I’ve got my Muffy’s (got issues), got my Buffy’s (got issues), got my Blaine’s (got issues) and got my Bridgets / that’s an inside joke, you’re not expected to get it / Get it? Got it? Good / Suge got knocked the hell out in the club, now everything’s wrong in the neighborhood / homie I’ve got wood and I rap about it / Kanye thinks he can sing ‘cause he’s got that machine / can he sing without it?.... (no no no no)/ I doubt it/ homie what are you down with? / What are you up for? / Can I come over to your place and get you pounded? / From behind, let’s intertwine, you like to drink? / Pop a bottle of wine / me I’m double A with mine / double gay / kinda sober and I’m....
BREAK:
I’m as fresh as I wanna be / I’m as fresh as I wanna be / Even though I don’t got no crispy jeans / I am fresh, I am fresh as I wanna be / I’m as fresh as I wanna be / so fresh so clean / so fresh I mean I mean I mean / I’m as fresh as I wanna be...
OUTRO:
If I breathe on a track then I kill it / be I wrote it with pencil or pen it / shits on all these other sissies / if they wanna get me, I eat ‘em in a New York minute (x4)
I um, I eat ‘em, I eat ‘em, in a New York, in a New York, in a New Yo-yo-york minute, heh / (laughs)
I’m as fresh as I wanna be... - Track Name: Who We Are
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VERSE ONE:
This is for all of my others / for all my counterparts / you know you can count on ya brother (yeah you can) / we all homosex, yeah we all up in this struggle together / Proposition 8, you know that ain’t no Christians, that’s the Devil (that’s the Devil) / they bashed Matthew Sheppard, they gunned down Harvey Milk / I got a couple of four letter words you mighta heard before / but I think that’ll curb my efforts / you know they lookin for excuse to mute me, say “no no” don’t play my records (don’t play my records) / You will not treat me like you better no more (no no no) /You will not treat me like a leper no more (never no more) / ya’ll are mother-effers, but it’s all good / I guess I’ll put you in a figure four I’ll just wrestle you for all of my rights
HOOK (x2):
See that! / For all they take away, they can’t lay claim to who we are / we are / we are / we are / See that!
They say what they gon say because they hate, but they can’t say / we ain’t / we ain’t/ we ain’t / Fight back!
VERSE TWO:
Alright so everybody hate each other, that’s just how it is / that’s just not an issue that my songs could ever fix / even in our midst there is a rift between black and white gay / or gay versus, uh, women with dicks / but I don’t really need you to like me, ya’ll don’t exist to me / I don’t really need you / but I don’t wanna get beaten neither / I mean, do I have to get shot, when I’m rollin with my sweetie, or we walkin up the block / You ain’t gotta call it marriage, call it what you want, just give me all them laws and benefits (do it at once) / dawg, this is not a Christian nation / really though, the Constitution had a couple atheists writing some of those laws and rules in...
HOOK
VERSE THREE:
Maybe / the fight will go all day, maybe all night, maybe all life / maybe they will slay me / that is okay, baby, I feel that one day we may get to acting right maybe / maybe be behaving / as long as I’m around you’ll never hear that they win / never heard I gave up / never heard I gave in... /
Tselane Love:
And if you hit me that’s alright / I’m still alive / that’s the story of my life / I know you’re wishing I would die, but no it’s alright / and if you hit me that’s alright / that’s the story of my life
HOOK - Track Name: State Ya Name (w/ Bry'Nt)
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INTRO:
Homophobe:
I don’t give a fuck what nobody say I don’t never wanna hear no muthafuckin faggots rappin. Nigga, who in the fuck?! Bry’Nt, Last Offence, get serious nigga. You talkin bout some muthafuckin sissies talkin bout suckin dick and gettin fucked in the butt! What?! Rappin is for the thugs nigga! Its thug music! Its not no muthafuckin cherchez, vouvez- la chez, chercez ma quoi... it ain’t no RuPaul nigga, its for the thugs! If you a thug, state yo name then punk!
HOOK (x8):
Who in the fuck!!? / State ya name punk!
Bry’Nt:
Who in the hell is you callin a punk? / Don’t dare try to group me with the bunch - watch me / I’ll go in on pricks like autopsies / (Lasto: B! You too pretty to be spittin’ gritty) / Nevermind, whose flow sicker than mine, prick I’m sick in the mind / cross me with the man on the cross and the man you come across will have you crossin the street (this is not what you want) / Nigga, I smell pussy, no wonder why I’ma asshole, I ain’t mad tho / Flow is the coldest watch me flip it in Polish / Koodvah proshay, patsawi minyeh, vidupe ginkuyeh/ I am the right gay for the long run / Niggas picked the right day but the wrong one / One crazy homo, loco, too raw for Logo / hatin me is a no no / I’m hot ya’ll niggas is so-so / B-R-Y in LA-a-a-a / bet the fuckin game ain’t ready, readay, readay-ay-ay
HOOK
Homophobe:
Nuh-uh! Nuh-uh! You can’t make me no believer! You can’t make me believe in it! Nigga, I believe in Jesus... Jesus say you wrong! That’s who I believe in! I don’t wanna hear no-- Nigga this is my music! This rap music! Ugh ugh! Muthafuckin punk ass punk sissy muthafuckas!
Last Offence:
Who you callin a punk? / I prefer you refer to me as faggot / thou shalt not disrespect me on Sabbath (I won’t have it!) / who is a cotton swab or fabric?/ Who is soft? If you assault me it’s on patna (Its on patna) / French kiss prick! / Mwah with my two lips / Pour quoi? For why? / Why you wanna do this? / (This is not what you want) / I go hard I am ruthless / I have no fear of hell, chump / I am a Buddhist / State ya name punk! / Bye to Saint Louis / L.O. by way of L.A. / I am a nudist! / Sike / but I flash the ass on tracks, screw this / I am so much nicer than all of these straight losers / It’s not a tumor / if your heads throbbin, that’s bass knockin through Bose’s / G’won with my two hits (Its so magical) / me and my nigga Bry erect guys when we do this little music / how many groupies wan do it? (Who you callin a punk!?)
BRIDGE (x5):
Ooooh you done tripped / you muh’fuckas gettin loose with ya lips
One crazy homo / Loco too raw for Logo
(Ad-Lib) Who you callin a punk? Who you calling a punk? Who the fuck is you callin a punk?
Last Offence (Verse 2):
Ya’ll pea green with envy... like turnips / Ya’ll niggas beat like Turner / Like Tina! / Like Aaliyah ya’ll burn up / (What the fuck!?) / Not on the plane if you recall she’s hot like fire, don’t fuck my words up / These niggas learn what? / These niggas learn nothing / Hard headed and all in harms way (Paramedics) / If B.R says it then I second it in a second / beef with whoever, whatever your sex preference uh!
Bry’Nt (Verse 2):
Gay straight or bi - niggas no threat / We boom bye-bye in the battybwoy head / I swear I’m like a gay basher of gay rappers / they get badder, goin at me tryina get they fame faster (Lasto: What about the straight dudes?) / Some of them is straight too, but most blow it / and most of ‘em homophobic / but somehow I learned to make tables turn (Lasto: How’s that?) / ‘Cause I got faggot niggas shitting on me, straight niggas hittin on me - Track Name: Wring My Neck
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INTRO:
Secretary:
Lasto, I didn’t want to answer your phone but...you had a couple of voicemails and I just.... I listened to the voicemails and... there’s one from your mom... she sounds a little upset, y’know she sounds like I don’t know. And there’s one from your dad and he didn’t sound pleased either, but he didn’t have as many words as your mom had, but he sounded mad... then there was one from your brother and uh I don’t know. You might want to just check your voicemails...see...y’know you might wanna...you might want to talk to them...soon
Last Offence:
Uh....uh-huh...uh... Yeah, yeah, check, check
When my momma gets her hands around me / she gon put her foot in my ass / she’ll ask questions last, bash me first / with her purse, whatever’s handy / that is a woman of God, she steady screamin’ for God to damn me / When my brother gets his hands around me / he gon manhandle me, he’s bigger than me, likes to make a man bleed don’t he? / Give me the beating that he owes me, for uh, being gay up on the mic, embarrass him in front of homies / When my daddy gets his hands around me (Uh-oh) / he’s homicidal / leave me wet like a tidal wave / wave his fifth amendment away / he tell the judge and jury, shit yeah I did it / I would do it all day if I could / what’s really good in the hood patna? / Couldn’t be no lawyer or no doctor, I’m a rapper not a robber okay / I know I’ll never be no husband or no father / but at least I’m not in the clink, chillin with the coppers / S’all good
Secretary:
Lasto, I don’t know, I mean, you should show some restraint, y’know? Or some remorse...you should call them back... I really think you should. These messages sounded pretty angry. They did. I mean...I just, I want you to have a good relationship with everybody in your life, right? I want things to be happy. - Track Name: Watch Me
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HOOK:
Watch Me Daddy / I got a head full of issues, really though, you wanna watch me / Watch Me Daddy / I take it there, my intention is to piss you off, make you wan’ pop me / Watch Me Daddy / Watch me muthafucka, watch me so you know what to not be / Watch Me Daddy / yeah its some other muh’fuckas but none of them niggas is not me
VERSE ONE:
Keep the camera rollin’ / keep ya eyes on me / like its YouTube bitch, bout as viral as can be / I am still very very bad, doing very bad things / on the contrary, every fag sings (don’t they?) / I just rap / improper as I may be, these coppers can’t detain me / tell ‘em fall the fuck back / I ran a lap (hmmmmm) / ya’ll was hoping that’s that, but I’m back up in my Nikes on that track / I will show you how to do this / they say I bragg too much / say I’m a fag -- too much ‘Devil Wears Prada’ and ‘Clueless’ / my competition look, uh, sad too much / funny they talk greasy but they’re washed up they’re losers / but they are troopers though, they keep a brave face, as I'm eatin all they food and I skinny up they waist / who in this place? LOoooo / who else? Do you care? Hell Nooooo/ me neither, them dudes is late
HOOK
VERSE TWO:
Um, I don’t see you on Logo / I bet you think that’s ki ki ki ki ha/ hee hee hee hee hee ha / I bet you see me in these photos, Kodak, saying cheese, oh my Gawd / he’s easy on the eyes (oh my) / I think you hear me on these vocals (shittin on your fave) / any homo or hetero better slow his muthafuckin roll in his 4 door or his 2 door / just take ya foot up off the pedal, let go / see Tricky Trick was just an echo / he’s an afterthought, see I use my fucking head yo / he was lookin for his fif-fifteen minutes / you gon get a couple bars / not no sixteen nigga (anyways)/ moving on while my records on / I’m a whole nother fuckin mother-fuckin echelon / b-b-b-bet its on / when my sessions on / I’ma fuckin beast, nigga please, who you bettin on?
HOOK
VERSE THREE:
Bitch stop! / You know that is a chop! / Nigga know what you is...nigga and what you not / This is no Camelot / I am no fucking king I am just hot / But if any other dude think he king, that is a chop (another chop!) / Coincidental not / This is no accident, I was born to belong on top / born of a warm womb, abnormal for sure dude / gave you that part one, now its time for that part two / Faggots go hard too / But I don’t give a fuck bout none of you straight rappers, I don’t need to charm you / got credit cards too / so I don’t need no label / if you are gay emcee / Doo Dirty will play you / So fuck a radio...any radio station / but if you wan’ play him / hit me on my hip...conversation (let’s talk) / my rhymes are fornication...sex / FCC don’t like that? / Fuck off / Who’s next? (Watch me daddy!!) - Track Name: On Top
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VERSE ONE:
Where I’m at? / Anywhere niggas are at / In the car, put the seats far back / you ready to get ya back blown out (blown out!) / Nigga needs to wear a hard hat / I’m all that / that settles that / bout to set a little trap / catch a nigga by his toe / Oh! No! I don’t fuck with no hoes / I thought you know I thought you knew / I thought O’Douls was non-alcoholic...what the fuck is wrong with you? / I’m on the move, on the move / gotta find a little nigga that I want to screw / you know this episode ‘cause you seen it before / I go hard / he plays coy / so I put the game on strong like Hulk when he transforms / got one question for him
PRE-HOOK:
Why are you here you should be living in my bedroom? (dah-dah-dah-dah) / Why are you here you should be living in my bedroom? (You should!) / Why the fuck you here? / You should be living in my bedroom (Dah-dah-dah-dah-dah) / Why you still here? / You should be living in my bedroom I...(Dah-Dah)
HOOK (x8)
Won’t stop til’ I get up on top!
VERSE TWO:
Out the way! / More gay than a little bit / I wanna take a little hit / blaze J’s / Wait! You only got J’s? / Where the bong at? / Fiddlesticks! Fiddlesticks! / Mingle round for a little bit / Find a nigga, fuck his brains out / Leave him illiterate / I hope his job has benefits / He’s got brain damage / My sentiments / Send him shit / Send him roses / Shit was hopeless anyway, end of it / No no no / I’m not intimate / This rap shit I’m way too into it / But I’m into you for this min-er-ute / So let’s spend this min-er-ute chill-er-in / Huh? / No ring, no child-er-ren! / Listen up, here’s what I’m picturing
PRE-HOOK:
You leaving here and then you’re living in my bedroom (dah-dah-dah-dah)/ You’re leaving here and then you’re living in my bedroom (You could!) / Why are you still here? / You should be living in my bedroom (Dah-dah-dah-dah-dah) / You’re leaving here and then you’re living in my bedroom I... (dah-dah)
HOOK (x8)
Won’t stop ‘til I get up on top
VERSE THREE:
I’m a diva on a regular basis / Tasteless / Some niggas’ll say this / About Last / But they don’t know my ass / They on a waitlist just to get to speak to my ass / Now that’s patience, good gracious (Good Lawd!) / When I’m in the place / Turn all faces / Break necks / Put ‘em in braces / Niggas break necks tryina check for the X -double-X-rated / Best lay in L.A. / Just say it! / Oh homie that is not for nathan / I’ll get got in Marriott’s or Days Inn / If you wanna get got just say when / Say now! / Say ow! / I’m way in / Good Lord, calm down, I’m playin / Well let’s get serious then / I’m sayin
BREAK:
Dah-dah-dah-dah.... You should!.... Dah-dah-dah-dah-dah....Dah-dah
HOOK (x8)
OUTRO:
You should! You should! - Track Name: Rokurboy
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INTRO:
You can call me Last Offence, Lasto, L.O., Lastly, Capital L. Ay yoPlot, tell these muthafuckas what else they can call me. Start that muthafuckin beat up. Get it! Got it! Good!
VERSE ONE:
(I’m a muthafuckin rock star!) / I’m twerkin’ in my leather pants / rollin around on stage / I’m making racket with my garage band / (I’m a muthafuckin rock star!) / Oooh I’m Lenny Kravitz / Oooh I’m Brandon Flowers / I’m poppin’ an acid tablet / wildin’ out / I let my hair down, let it all hang out / It is like Woodstock / Man and I got that bang and I got that good knock (yeah yeah yeah yeah) / Me and my amp! / Oooh me and my guitar / We rockin out ‘til the E.R. / ‘Til the F-U-N-E-R-A-L / That’s that! / If you run a hotel / Oooh I wouldn’t wanna be y’all / I’m trashin’ my suite / What you talk? / Receipts? / Gonna have to track me down / And I’m alwaya always always always always always on it / Man I eat this and I sleep this / And I squeeze this through my colon / (Rockerdaddy! Rockerdaddy!) / I’m more lead-der than Zepplin / Play my shit backwards you hear Satan like a “Stairway to Heaven” / Tevin! / I’m Tevin Campbell (because I’m gay) / I am the Beatles, you niggas can’t clear no samples from me / Lead by example! / I’m the baddest faggot doin’ it / That humble shit, I’m screwin’ it / In the anal with no lube and shit / Nigga fuck all that Saint Louis shit / I’m L.A. or I’m N.Y. / where the stocks are! / Naw nigga I ain’t rollin around I ain’t pushin no hot car / But I got bars / And I stay ripping it ripping it daily thoroughly do my thing just like a muthafucking rock star!
OUTRO:
That’s right! Yeah, I’m Bob Dylan bitch! Nigga, I’m Mick Jagger! I’m Jimi Hendrix! I am Marilyn Manson! (laughs) What? What? What? I’m I’m I’m uh! I can’t think of no more of them muthafuckas, Plot help me out!(Laughs) Who we got? (Laughs) I’m uh, uh, who?
JayPlot: David Bowie
David Bowie! I’m glam! I’m wearing make-up! You love it bitch! Get into it! Ha! Uh! I’m a muthafucking rock star! (Laughs) Uh! - Track Name: Not What You Want (w/ Drew Mason & Stern)
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Narrator:
When the situation presents itself, some cats feel that conflict is better...that they'd rather have beef. They'd rather get into the scuffles and what not. Others would rather steer clear...keep their hands clean. When you're dealing with these three cats I suggest the latter. Fall back (Last Offence)
Adlibs:
Dah dah nah nah nah nah nah nah neh neh uh... don't ya know-oh where you goin to? don't ya know-oh where you goin to? don't ya know-oh where you goin to? don't ya know-oh where you... uh this is, this is not what you want
Last Offence:
My opposition don't talk, them niggas whisper all behind my back / what the fuck them niggas pissed for? / because I gets attention all that, I make hits boy, that Offence boy ain't got a fuckin lick of sense boy / I'm chips ahoy, chocolate, fine, niggas wan dick me down after one night / you out yo mind / I got my blindfold bitch in all black / I don't see you niggas / homie, mind your position that's that / you little sissy niggas / be superstitious nigga; don't wan cross me, treat me like that black cat / promptly hop off of these nuts! / them words you was spittin was meant for us (what the fuck?) / your intent was attention, nigga you suck / I call 'em skirts cause I swiftly just hem them up plus them wan be Lil Kim / niggas you fuck! / ya'll are some fuck niggas / treat you like va-jay-jay / dismiss ya whenever I'm with ya, these ain't yo hey days
HOOK:
Believe me nigga you might think you want beef but this isn't what you want / I done seen enough of you dudes try to come through to know you gon fuck up/ Believe me nigga you might think you want beef but this isn't what you want / so I believe you need to leave dude, this ain't what you need dude (Drew Mason)
Drew Mason:
I break necks at full speed and yes you see me / standing on the stee just like a true G / c'mon question my style, g'on question that rhythm / but when I open to this tone these words gon' get ya / I unlock and load, these lames let 'em know, move on down the road, it's time to stack dough / freeze standin at a stand still, but hated on your game, so I'm turning up the power if it's repped to your brain / with this motivated stain yellin bring 'em all out see I'm rollin by the dozens, clout we got it now / messing with this scripture, we gon take it to the plan / fucked up and stuck up / I'll show you who's man / boss of the boss, best of the best/ just realize when you're looking that you can't touch this / and Pa don't undermine, cause we riding 'til death/ don't make me shift ya paradigm just to get respect
HOOK:
Believe me nigga you might think you want beef but this isn't what you want / I done seen enough of you dudes try to come through to know you gon fuck up/ Believe me nigga you might think you want beef but this isn't what you want / so I believe you need to leave dude, this ain't what you need dude (Stern Savage)
Stern Savage:
I turn that beef into a burger / beef'll get you murdered / when I put them shells on ya back like a turtle / never been a softy-head always been a hard-head / Savage bout his cabbage let a hater try and stop it / I'ma go to war with long straps like a giraffe neck / and work a hater abs out like he on the bowflex / I'm the king and the pawn, the whole chessboard/ I be bullyin these rappers sorta like the Bulldog/ and who the hell tryina piss Sterny off / fuck that, I'm about to spazz on ya'll / ya'll are soft, can't rap, and this is like majority / five good - including me -- the rest of ya'll is history!! / (Tah! ha ha) and we sorta in another league, we sorta like the NBA, the rest of ya'll is D-league / so bring your beef I swear to God I get my chef on / cook a nigga, bury him in dirt like a dogbone
HOOK
Adlib: It ain't! - Track Name: Not Whining (w/ Tselane)
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Last Offence:
Nigga I'm not whining, the game don't want me so I'm in the game smiling / defeat him? Never that, I'm the kitten with the nine lives and none of you breeders was bred of a breed quite like him / you play me on the low, nigga you like him / For any rapper that mentions or spites him / any homophobe, any Hardaway or Iverson / Any Irishman named Bill O'Reilly, If you libel him / then ya'll can come and kiss me on my tightest end / Is this email alright to send? And whose exactly email addresses am I typing in? / To all you muthafuckas, undisclosed recipients, I'm simply into men, ya'll ready to send me in for sentencing / You try to fence me in, but Offence is tres bien, tres bien I'm very good a hard time hating him, but an even harder time getting airplay for him / But nigga I'm not whining / the game don't want me so I'm in the game wilding / eat 'em up like up that, lick my fingers, all five of them / lick that whole plate clean after I finish dining on them / I think I need a Heim-e-lich, Heim-e-lich! Nigga I'm not whining, the game don't want me, won't pump me, no tender feelings, none of those warm fuzzies... the game don't love me /
But nigga I'm not whining, I sheds not a teardrop, nigga I'm not crying / you might've read about me in the magazine, you might've seen me in that movie, might've seen me in that scene / but on the really real I'm living even beneath your means/ crashin on my boy's floor sleeping in my jeans / so really nothing is as it seems, nothing's as it appears it's like a pyramid scheme, now how's that? / Cause ain't no money / I'm not joking nigga ain't shit....Nigga ain't no money!/ but I invested in this, see if you die and you just let your destiny sit and you don't fulfill it / fuck was you talkin bout Willis?/ Why was you here for, homie this is not a game no no this is not beer pong / don't let 'em steer you wrong / a man is not wise because he's been here long, it just means he's older than you so what he told you do in most cases is simply what he would've done if he were you but he's not he's just riding shotgun / so if you got guns, shoot 'em / if you got music in your veins, nigga tuba, nigga trumpet, nigga run it / do it 'til you've done it and can't do it no more / 'til you clutchin ya fucking chest and you hit the fuckin floor naw! / cause nigga we not whining, we in the game ridin', in the game styling, not whining
Tselane Love:
When all was said and done we knew that we could not run / with the weight of the world on my back, the weight of the world was no match / nothing's undone / nothing's undone / And I would never whine cause I knew what I wanted was mine / And I would never whine / Cause I knew in the back of my mind everything's fine / Not whining / And I would never whine cause I knew what I wanted was mine / with the weight of the world on my back the weight of the world was no match / nothing's undone / nothing's undone / and I would never whine cause I knew what I wanted was mine... - Track Name: Wet Dream (w/ Nano Reyes)
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Intro:
(Last Offence)
Whoa! This my chance to get my little...my nineties groove on...you know, this a little nineties groove... a little Tribe Called Quest sounding type shit... you can hear Queen Latifah spittin on this or somethin... ah ah ha ha ha... Yeah, any dream about me is a is a....once again once again
Lasto Verse One:
They say a dark-skinned nigga's worth nothing (ha!) / you got to be light-skin-ded I see! / Ask B / I got these tight tees tight jeans, honey you missing out on green leaves you ain't fuckin with me / I'm the chronic / from the dumb niggas hooked on phonics to the Rhode scholars, they all diggin in my pocket / niggas ain't lookin for my wallet homie, or my keys, tryina get my knob polished (tryina suck on me) / keep they minds in the gutter / (got boys at circuit parties) / popping downers and uppers cause ain't no nigga / hard pressed to find another father fucker who run shit like me / I'm a bad cocksucker / Look, I tell no tales I never lie to ya / you know it's swell when you in the spot, they all got they eyes on ya / Erect! / get a rise off ya / and keep the KY by the bedside for why? for why?
HOOK:
Any dream about me is a wet one / (when it's nighttime bitches wet them britches) / Any dream about me is a wet one / (when it's nighttime bitches you gon wet them britches) Any dream about me is a wet one / (when it's nighttime bitches you gon wet them britches) / Any dream about me is a wet one / (Bry'Nt: So you say you got dreams of fuckin...It's the up and coming rapper you after, I know what you like)
Lasto Verse Two:
Look here, got straight niggas ready to switch / let him swallow / "I ain't never done nothing like this" / nigga you actin brand new like you Solomon's hit / get it right, spell it out, this is sodomy bitch / Homoerotic? Me?/ (Yes) / Bring the chronic with you / Get me lit ain't no telling what I probably do / you ain't looking for holy matrimony, you don't know me from Adam, you just kinda horny and pornos won't do it / Imagine how these guys do / you think you tight cause you got a nine inch dick, goodnight dude / yeah you fine, but I looks alright too / I'm kinda sweet, kinda swicy / motherfucker like Thai food / my shoes a little too big for these other gay rap dudes to fit / yeah you like how I do / tonight you don't pray to Bible before you go to bed / you hop up in that bed and get them sheets wet
HOOK
Nano Reyes:
Fuck the KY, boy I'm using saliva / I got you saying "oh my, Nano's a rider" / the only one to put it down and take the pipe / I'm a pro at sucking dick I just act like it's a mic, uh / ya'll already know, I'm a beast with my shit / I got this freak up in my bed, bet he beatin my shit / He got me feeling really good boy I'm loving the touch / I like it rough and when you get it, I think of Shia LeBoeuf / He wanna give it to me just like this was a movie and I can't stop moving cause he got me feeling kinda cool and it/ seems like a dream oh wait it can't be me, I'm just a star in your little fantasy but then I see you cumming when I look in your eyes / my ecstasy is everlasting, can you last for one night, that's right, I do it nice and I do it so well / I got ballers asking Nano is that booty for sale? (ay yo let me holla at you!)/ like I said before, you can't buy my shit / you need a house some whips some chips in order to try my shit, but first you wanna do that? / let me make you a bet / by the time I'm done dropping this line your bed will be wet (uhhh).... Any dream about me is a wet one - Track Name: Don't Go There
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INTRO:
Duh-duh-duh-duh! Dah! Talkin grease! Dah-dah-dah-dah-dah-dah! Do you wanna get nasty!?
VERSE ONE:
Okay on these records I’m a freak bitch / a little bit gay / my exposure is indecent / but you gon’ have to behave / take heed prick / I’m hard to get man / ain’t tryina lay with yo diseased dick (I’m really not) / In this age of AIDS and all of that / Your myspace name is “I’ll Swallow That”?/ You myspace message me your digits, not using your real name / You expect me to call you back (now how’s that?) / Yeah I’m into the nuts and ball sacks / that’s common knowledge now / But I ain’t no slut, nigga calm it down/ Oh nigga my head hurts, I need a Tylenol / ‘Cause you dudes is just uncouth / with your toilet mouths / And yes I know I am a hypocrite (What the fuck?) / You wanna stick it where? (in your butt) / Where you wanna sit? (on your face) / Hello there boy! / I heard your song / Would you like to get it on? / Whoa there! / Don’t even go there!
HOOK (x4):
Fuck Boy! Why would you even wanna take it to that level? Wanna take it to that spot? (Let’s not)
VERSE TWO:
Bah-humbug! / Nigga I don’t give a fuck about ne’er’y straight rapper / 40 Glocc, Jap-City, Tricky Trick / Come and lick me on my dicky-dick / You dudes is You-Tube / You dudes is doo-doo / I ain’t that faggot rapper throwin’ hissy fits / (Fuck Boy!) This isn’t personal...this here is business / Shit I’m sniffin’ around like ‘what’s the benefit?’ / Shall I diss them on instruments / No, I don’t sniff a hit / I said that don’t sound like no hit to me / Them dudes is D-List rappers / (What the fuck?) / Nobody’s listening / Homophobes gon’ always be exist-ter-ring / Ain’t trying to go back and forth with stupid niggas bickering / Plus Jap-City the only one that can flow but his mindstate is limited so he ain’t worth mentioning/ Ya’ll saying that I don’t care ‘bout the cause / Nigga fuck Busta Rhymes! How’s that? / I got bars / Don’t go there!
HOOK
VERSE THREE:
Dudes that really deserve respect don’t have to ask for it / Oooh you my brother but / If you was on yo job...makin’ shit pop / Niggas wouldn’t need no Lasto, wouldn’t need no Bry’Nt / You want respect because yo ass is old / I’m out of pocket / But oooh I don’t give a fuck / I don’t like some of ya’ll tone when ya’ll be mentioning us (no I don’t) / Like British rapper saying “Newbie slow down” / I ain’t tryina be mean but do you know how you sound? / You pullin rank? / Really though you dudes cannot be serious / Really you should show us respect / You dudes hilarious / (Laughs) Ooooh you a critic? / Big Nugg got the gall to express his opinions? / Ain’t got a diss track for not none of ya’ll / Some of ya’ll be talkin real greasy but fuck it I rap somersaults around all of ya’ll / So call me what you wanna call me / I think I’ma yawn / Fall asleep
HOOK - Track Name: They Don't Like Me (Bonus)
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INTRO:
(RJ-2) Beats how you want ‘em!
(Lasto) Dah- la da da da dah - la da da da - la da da da dah - la da da da (laughs) Uh uh
VERSE ONE:
First things first why you wanna try and knock it if you ain’t tried it? / Try and treat me like I’m Loch-Ness / I am not monstrous / Muh’fucka I’m Offence / Wouldn’t hurt a fly / I’m just a little obnoxious / Don’t try and cock block this / Don’t try and stop profits / The problem is probably that most you niggas ain’t got this (Got what nigga!?) / The audacity to speak freely on the facts / Whatever God you believe in, you can believe in this fag!
HOOK:
I don’t think they like me / I don’t think they like me / I don’t think they like me / And them muthafuckas shouldn’t neither!
VERSE TWO:
I’m the real deal authentic / Muthafucka that’s concensus / If that dude don’t believe it / Dude is senseless / Censor this ‘cause every man that I done mentioned / I’m touching him, groping him / penetrating his rear entrance / They wanna lynch us like back when black benches and white benches was separate / (They wanna Jim Crow sissies!) / Dah, but its about to be an incident / That ain’t no incense burning we high and we gunnin’ for you pencil dicks / Muthafucka do arithmetic, got a buncha niggas behind me / this shits about to get interesting / I’m bullshitting/ no I love you heterosexuals and you homophobes too / Your signs are so legible / God hates fags huh? / Hates our pretty asses? / Hates our nice chests and our washboard abs huh? / Tell his highness I’m so relaxed with that / If he wants to discuss it further hit me on the iChat
HOOK:
VERSE THREE:
I lied / I’m a monster, I’m a nut bag / When I was a kid, my nickname was ‘Don’t Touch That!’ / Don’t fuck with that man, he’ll eat ya like a graham cracker/ like Uncle Sam eat ya taxes / That’s magic! Magic! / Make ya ass vanish like Caushun / Somebody help me dig up this fuckin’ faggot / Got a couple of questions I’d like to ask him / Like how you have a ghostwriter [and] ain’t never have no album? / Out him? / Not quite / I’m out like toes on some open-toe shoes / I’m out like Throwbacks them shits is old news / I’m out like...denim capris / those are a no boo! / Know who? / Nigga you don’t know me / And you never have and never will / I’m so discreet / I ride low in the seat when I drove / Don’t speak to none of you dudes / Unless you talkin bout mo’ cheese
HOOK
VERSE FOUR:
Everything I touch I deads it / Everything I breathe on, I kill it, it is breathless / Corn Flakes for breakfast / that means I eat you corny niggas up / ain’t no question / I make these horny niggas wanna fuck / I am sex on legs nigga / Get more head than a guillotine / Creatine flow like a muscle head / But instead I’m a scrawny ass dude / but I strong arm the game / homie ain’t no sugarcane / Nigga, ain’t shit sweet / Type A or Type B / Dawg, ain’t no Diabetes, you know what my diet be (what’s that?) / Emcees all day / Be he homo or hetero, he’s getting fucked in any and every way / Oh it’s so insane that nobody knows my name / My name should ring bells / Hunchback of Notre Dame / You know that its not a game / You know that I came to reign / For forty of those nights / and forty of those days
