EPISODE · Dec 21, 2025 · 4 MIN

Last Will And Testament

from #StoriesAboutSongs · host RedefineHipHop

Last will and testament Is it time for an exodus or is it exorcist? The devil keep on testing me, and imma keep on testin him.. I ain't a pessimist...I ain’t a pacifist Music is my deepest love and I ain’t even ask for this Still it bring me happiness I bet that ain’t an accident I write like I think, overlapping like a mastermix* Every other line adorned with an asterisk Live and direct, still heavy on effects Amber stone laying feeling heavy on his neck In tune with my soul, I’m in control and im a wreck Not out to impress, only out to express But put to test, I could give a witch a hex I try to fix my flaws and predict which is next And if you’re listening, you’re in tune with his list Longer than a milestone, deeper than the Styx To all DJs, what you plan to mix with this? …I'm like Mxyzptlk but you can’t mix me up I gotta ton a skill, mixed with a pinch of luck Is it loud enough or, do we gotta turn it up? Anything to earn a buck, that’s not my Modus Op Feed me to the sharks, that’s not the boat to rock Sitting at the dock, yep, I meant it literal When I pass on please reduce me to a mineral Minimal..and not to be so cynical… And here’s another verse, same thoughts with some other words Excited like some aliens once they discover earth ‘Earth men easy, greedy, and sleezy We can infiltrate, no need to wait, please believe me’ That’s what I heard I’m say, connected to the motherboard Attached to my vertebrae, some say I’m cyborg Eyes pour tears, leaving rust on my cheekbone But plan to reset by the time that the beat’s gone Speak NO words I can’t back, that’s the backbone Finally got on track once I actually got back home Black owned, black on black, with a matte tone Stopped writing raps round the birth of the flat phone Sad song, sing it SO loud show a stand strong Walking over hot coals, breathing in a sandstorm And, I won’t quit, can’t stop, got no off switch Be cautious, if you choose to step into my office God is a living thing, no shape or no nonsense No evidence of human traits, ‘cept the subconscious I pondered every aspect, and to be honest. No contest like Ang said, I plan to win regardless Ruff waters a part of the process I’m plotting A problem, whether it’s Old School or modern I’m not in the mood to fail, I bail till I’m crawling I’m all in, following the footsteps of my calling