The last  of a dying breed    I don't remember much about bein born  But I do remember this: I was conceived on February 10th  Complications detected in my early months of ballin  Around my sonargram you could see the evil was swarmin  The hassle, was it what the world was seekin in a child?  The doctors wanted me out, my mama's in denial  Then I kicked her and gently rubbed my hands across her stomach  Told her: "Keep em off me, mama, I'm comin, I'm comin"    Now I guess I musta been the reason mama couldn't sleep  Interrupted her peace, but it was time for me to eat  And since carryin me caused all that swimmin in your feet  Just know that I'm thankful, I'll let you feel it with my heartbeat  All the doctor visits and physicians movin me around  You could sense my discomfort in every other ultrasound  And I'm runnin out of room in here, steady slidin down  Then she opened up her legs and pushed me out (pushed me out)    (Nigger, nigger never die  Blackface, shining eye)    When I awoke I recall them walkin out my nose  Screamin at the top of my lungs, freezing cold  Wrapped me up in blankets after dressing me in clothes  Then I met the ?? that I owed  At 3 o'clock, what-what, nine seven o  Was the birth of a dying species, and this I know  The truth was in my bloodline, planted in my seed  The last of this muthafuckin breed    The last of this muthafuckin breed