Big Lou, Papoose, Busta Rhymes The Last Lyricists Lyrics

[DJ Kayslay:]
It's a time for martyrs now
cause the rap game is in a crisis
record sales continue to decline
record labels are merging
and cas got confused what's real hip hop

[Busta Rhymes:]
We got the real live spitters in the game of rap
all you dudes say you nice but you n____s is wack
where my lyricists at? where my lyricists at?
where the f___ you n____s at? where my lyricists at? Ra!

[Big Lou:]
I could carry the weight upon
resurrect Big L's lungs
and jack every single beat that Jam Masta Jay spun
I'm the lyrical son of Rakim
the jabberin Bernard Hopkins
the voice of Big and Pac overlooked by Johnny Cochrane
the KRS-One docterine
I'm monsterin these n____s that be posterin
and i'm robbin em in the whip they girlfriend drivin em
and i'm b___er without the margarine
the crack without the sizzle
the rain without the drizzle
the hammer without the chizzle
the baller without the dribble
the scribble scribe of the writers block
i ??? the bible had to spit and flip to rip the chains and schackles
had to fight i grapple
and tackle the rotten apple
i travel from camden and met the drama king at the ????
apple, gimme the juice like a snapple
ran with it like the olympics and gripped it
my signerature on templates for the cake like ???
movin ??? i am legend
i can cure the armageddon
lyrical prophet of hip hop
heavens raised by ??? influence to heavens

[Papoose:]
no lyrical content
just typical nonsense
my mental to complex
to listen to garbage
every lyric i ?? breath
he grippin a large tec
and killin you god bless
that s___ is too farfetched
given you are a threat
deliever don't talk mess
n____s in projects
ain't feelin you more or less
this hittin your heart yes
you miserable, all stressed
get rid of you ya'll ??
finish ya squad next
pitiful process
with spirits depart flesh
we ripped through your small chest
with critical objects
niagga you want test
the general confess
i injure you frauds best
in criminal contest
no killa you harmless
my verse involved death
umbilical cords wrecked
my little unborn neck
before i get all dressed
in greens and ???
and walk through the yard vexed
i rather graveyard rest

[Papoose:]
??? goes ??? ??? ??? is puerto rican
i put the plunger to ya windpipe,
and leave ya water leaking
??? ??? ??? get ??? ??? ???
??? ??? ??? I kill you tomorrow
playin with Papoose
like i ain't the rap truth
i kill em in that booth
you ??? go ask ???
slay gave me the dice
i hit em with the deuce
they started laughin
but man its the deuce that killed Bruce

[Big Lou:]
The most original
lyrical criminal
leave you in critical
torture and ridicule
these pitiful rappers
i'm cynical
with the flow that's enormous
my swagger and stage performance
at the corners i sold the ???
feds on us tryin extort us
to go by and drop the ???
supporter i'm crossin borders
??? ??? blessin me with orders
i never move like a tortise
i rather move like a testarosa
heat like im in pondarosa
2008 kinds of sosa
i'm s___tin on all you strokers