Young, Gifted and Black

So out of the mercy of Allah

And the law written in our nature

We call an individual into existence

And when that individual comes

I make no apologies for what I'm about to say

Rough, rugged and real

You're on standstill

To obey

Okay, so let the man build

Words of rapture that you have to capture

And I just slapped ya

With the hand full of literature

That's dope, deft, fresh

Hype, choice, smooth and raw

Rappers I replace

Rub out and erase

Competition, you must be on freebase

Smokin' or chokin'

Bound to be broken

Man, get your damn hands off the mic that I'm chokin'

'Cause I got a stranglehold

You're still cold on parole for the role you stole

Rhymes that you yell out

But you did sell out

Crossed over, lost over here

Now get the hell out

I'm not a pop star, rock 'n' roller

I'm a rebel, blessed

Able to hold a mic like a hammer

And drop grammar

Treat a rapper like a wrestler and body slam him

Those who dispute get treated just like a prostitute

They get the boot and played like a flute

So just play mute

Don't even whisper

Open your mouth to speak and I'ma diss ya

Ragtag ya dog, put you in the morgue

Because you're petty confetti and not ready to rock steady

In other words

You're half-steppin'

Tiptoein', get goin'

Because my weapon

Is not a .9, an Uzi or a shotgun

But when it come to hype rhymes, I got one

Just like the album is still the same

Long live the Kane, ain't a damn thing changed

I still get ill and kill at will

And build the skill to fill your grill

So don't tell me you're real

We sample beats, you sue and try to fight us

Man, you still be home with arthritis

If we didn't revive 'em, bring back alive

Old beats that we appreciated

You wouldn't survive

You'd be another memory to us

Ashes to ashes and dust to dust

So understand the way that I live

That's positive

And the message I got to give

It's a benefit for you and me

I'm talkin' 'bout P-E-A-C-E

The chosen one that has turned a new leaf

I got gold teeth

And they don't chew beef

No pork on my fork, strictly fish on my dish

The Kane fallin victim?

Sucka, you wish

I flow like water, slaughter

Put you out of order

Floored ya

Rappers are raggin' and taggin'

And snaggin' and braggin'

To be on the bandwagon

But I'm the Last Dragon

With the knack to attract the pack

So just get back

I'm young, gifted and black

And just go with the flow, you know

In the place to be with my man Marley Marl

Sendin' this out to Divine Force

Can't forget my main man Heavy D

To my good brothers EPMD

And to my man Ice-T over on the West Coast

Can't forget Kool Moe Dee

Busy Bee

MC Lyte

The Audio Two

I say, peace