Last Breath - Intellectual

Cipher Complete - “Last Breath”

[Emcee(s): Dayquan and Rahlik]

[Producer(s): [?]]

[Verse 1]

Earliest stages

Of early ages I reminisce in and grippin

The hearts of my niggas as we listen to ill visions

The times of my trife disposition, producing

The resolution of togetherness and whatever doing

Livin the struggle, hard liquor forever guzzled

Drugs Colombians smuggled, frontin for us to hustle

Pouring out beer for the fatal whenever able

Mad moves like Puff’s label turning the tables

Held down the fort, support it to get cash fronts

Hands used for hustling steadily passed blunts, but

We knew that we was in the wrong, but moms wasn’t

Affording Jordans, so we would hustle ‘til the break of dawn

Horrible memories of burning, busting enemies

Scarface wannabes doing ten-year penalties, street

Vocabulary learners, pain was filling

The hearts of us Jersey-breded villains ‘cause blood was spilling

None of us wanted to fall into a deeper hole

Lives getting stole ‘cause we played criminal roles, stomped

Mad grounds together, attitude be “yo, whatever”

Up-north weather, wearing hoodies, Timbs, and leathers

Never attended church. Us? We puffed Ls

Some said we’d be nothing, eternally burn in Hell. Oh well!

It didn’t matter, we still hung tight

Did plenty of dirty nights, saw jake and took flight

‘Cause lockdown is nothing but a cot in a jail cell

School couldn’t excel, moms never paid bail

Mobb Deep, whole damn squad loved each other

No relation would ever go perpetrating his brothers

No question, brotherly love is what we manifesting

Making sure each and every God study they lessons

So for all of my niggas, I give respect and leave sets wet

By licking shots ‘cause I love ‘em to death

[Hook]

I love

My niggas, yo, I love my niggas to death, I love

My niggas, (I love my niggas) to the very last breath, I love

My niggas, yo, I love my niggas to death

(“Real niggas represent and don’t die”)

[Verse 2]

Now as

I stand amongst the Ciph’ and watch the buddha smoke rise, I pour

Forties of St. Ides to keep the memories alive for my niggas

That all had the same thoughts of fame

But life’s strange, left us all embraced by the street games

On the corners, looking for dead presidents and better

Hoodie sweaters, fatigue suits, Timbs with suede leather

Selling dimes of weed smoke, collecting G notes

Blessing brothers with buddha, then we step before The Beast rolls

‘Cause on the corner, all the niggas used to want us out

Crackheads that once hated Feds now turn informers

Five-O be getting after niggas for a bag of sess

Undercover dressed and, yes, tryna make arrest

Stress be having niggas running from probation

Joining the Five Percent Nation, missing months of education

We skipped school, “puff lye” was the daily motto

“Fuck college” when street knowledge brought in the daily dollars

Living life trife, holding an automatic trigger

Drinking malt liquor that was slowly killing younger niggas

So I switched to Ballantine, kept on writing rhymes

My crew encouraged me to keep it real and big-up mine

Now I search and find, living life throughout my lessons

Giving blessings to blunt sessions that keep the brain refreshing

Manifesting and addressing questions on how we lived

As adolescents, no more guessing, I live the daily presence

But still I maintain ‘cause it’s a long path to follow

Fuck a role model ‘cause mine guzzled the forty bottle

Some hit by hollow bullets trying to get paid

No more broke days and selling nickel bags of trade

So as long as I live, I’m bigging up my peeps

Whether six feet deep, resting in eternal sleep

I keep it real with every word from my breath

Licking shots for my niggas ‘cause I love ‘em to death