[Verse 1: Raekwon]

As I sit around with more blow than Bill Bixby

See the change, the two-thirteen Range; see the kick speed

Gun on my waist, movin' with base

Runnin' from Berettas; yo, my mule's name Bruschetta from the States

You wrong, she blowin' kief up in the bong

Rockin' knee-high Fendi boots, she just got bagged out in Milan

I said to my nigga, "let's kill her, we got big shit to lose"

Beside livin' like Carlos Slim, I hold the Uzi

Looked at me, "yeah?"; sinister grin, let's win

A strong British accent, yo, we jumped in the [?] on the tint

Highway's hot; we loaded, heavy bag full of hundreds

If we get stopped, kid for real, yo, we murder by numbers

Tastin' cheeba, sippin' tea in a coupe

[?] silencer, that's [?]

Lay you under cars; eat your fruit

Will more stripes than Adidas set

[?] watchin', baguettes; black hard-bottoms, my ho in some sweats

The wrong way's the long way home way; tell me 'bout it

We don't do jails, cause if we get rocked, my niggas got me

Smooth sails; eatin' steaks, bringin' frozen lobsters in

Control the space; we mafia, out



[Hook]

*scratching*

"I live and die by the code and that's as good as it gets"

"Check-check-check-check, I'm the last of a dying breed"

"I live and die by the code and that's as good as it gets"

"Check, I'm-I'm the last-I'm the last of a dying breed"



[Verse 2: 2Ugli]

I'm the last of this dying breed; I'm from the nineties

When boom-bap was shining and Pac was dissin' B.I.G

I'm a product of these grimy streets

I was known upon the locals, now my name is growing overseas

I sense the jealousy, my mind's forever golden

I'll redefine explosion with this microphone I'm holdin'

I'll use designer poison when they step inside this foam

And, they claim that I'm the chosen, but the industry is clonin'

Huh; so check the status, hoes, I'm hot like the equator

On some childish behavior, wasn't Tyler the creator

It's like crying in a cradle; neglected since the date of birth

Respect the turf, like we're veterans replacin' dirt

I burn tracks like in NASCAR collisions

These rap stars are pigeons with they're glass-jar incisions

I'll bring back the vision, like an act of religion

With Deck, Chef, and 'Goons, another classic to listen to

Yeah..



[Hook]

*scratching*

"I live and die by the code and that's as good as it gets"

"Check-check-check-check, I'm the last of a dying breed"

"I live and die by the code and that's as good as it gets"

"Check, I'm-I'm the last-I'm the last of a dying breed"



[Verse 3: LoDeck]

I got crazy visions, for the art

I living missile, I tear space apart, spittin'

Won't miss you, but this verse is showin' darts

Wu-Tang symbol is a living heart

My hand shake cold, like a Saint Bernard

We in the French Alps beaming down giant slopes for the mankind

Droppin' quotes in cement lines; I passport-stamp mines

Independent label air-miles; peepin' dudes in standby, braggin' bout hotel size

The city's mine; it's bubblin' like grease for them French fries when I shine

You snappin' pictures; my energy lives on through moans of crazy kitties

In homes of fancy credos; keep 'em fetal, overnight it

They say, "yes, sir", like I'm knighted

Hit mics ultraviolet; pick apart rogue values on auto-pilot

The words ignite, it's fire

Bite it, higher standard, Harvard

Here's some simple math, to fail or pass

You ain't a G, you a dollar less

Peace to Ugli and Chef

I'm runnin' wild like Dali, except my canvass is the rhymin' pad

Give me dap, like Johnny, put twenty-three on the tribal map



[Hook]

*scratching*

"I live and die by the code and that's as good as it gets"

"Check-check-check-check, I'm the last of a dying breed"

"I live and die by the code and that's as good as it gets"

"Check, I'm-I'm the last-I'm the last of a dying breed"