Last Wishes

Verse 1: Termanology:

Yo, Ology, turn up, uh!
Underground King, highly underrated
20 years in, and I don't sound dated
I didn't sell the most, I didn't stream the most
But my beats the best and my rhymes mean the most
Most consistent ass whippings, I got mad writtens
Wrapped up killers, wrap them up inside the rapture
Rockin' rings like RZA
Kingpen like Chilla on a flight overnight to Brazilla!
Respected by the drug dealers in my hometown
'Cause I was with them for a watch, how it go down
I'd spin the block now wrist rocked down
Gave thе game a blueprint they could jot down
Thеy got fake pages, they some catfishes
Fuck wit' me and you'll be breathin' out your last wishes
I treat every track like I'm on smack
I don't waste a bar all, I do is raise the bar

Chorus:

And ohh the pain and misery, misery!

Verse 2: Esoteric:
I can't explain what they did to me in the game
The misery the pain, I'm clinically insane from it
Mouth closed, ears open you can gain from it
Take a page from it, get out they lames on it (Let's go!)
Wanna live a private life but I stay public
Rap God with a dad bod Bubba Ray stomach (Hahaha)
Or better yet Abdullah or Kamala
My style of rhyme comes from the mind and heart use a mystic art
I'll infer to my name, like an arsonistic John Burns
Career wise you took a wrong turn
When the soul lacks despairs, they save the best for last
I'm haunted, up on the last stash on the left for cash, I flaunt it
I didn't like that verse beating you, son
But then he cut me off a real one
I got the whip and gave me this shit with new drums
Now ain't no pain and misery no more
We go to war and make some shit that's gruesome

Chorus:

Ohh the pain and misery, misery!

Verse 3: Slaine:

What up C-Lance?
See I been cooking with gas and got some more in the kitchen
The delusions of grandeur distorted the vision
Hopes of covered up fans there, but more of a mission
Of the tortoise and hare, yeah it's war of attrition
To survive we learned to thrive in disorder and friction
We got poison and jewels for each assorted addiction
But the best than you can you use right is your intuition
Get yourself set properly in scoring position
Lookin' back at things it seems I came a long way certainly
I remember eyes peekin' out the sides of Mercuries
I remember times when the designs of murkin' me
Were intertwined with foul energy, seemed to circle me, berserk to me
Fate would come and shift the weather, have a piece fit together perfectly
Bird of a gifted feather, words, they can live forever, music for the centuries
Anything is possible but some shit is just meant to be

And ohh the pain...!