The Grand Finale - Final Base & Alex Fortin

Check this out, we've come to the last and final record This is Dr. Dre in full effect And we gonna kick it off a little somethin' like this We got my mella Yella Boy on the drums We got Stan "The Guitar Man" droppin' the rhythm We got L.A. Dre on the keyboards And I want the whole posse in this muthafucka To rock on this funky ass beat we fittin' to drop, aight So Ice Cube, you the early bird on this muthafucka, run it Picture a nigga that's raw Amplify his ass, and what you see is what's saw Muthafuckas I slaughter, blow 'em out the water Word to me, fuck the father My medley is deadly, as a pin in a hand grenade 5 seconds before you get played You can't throw me, I guess you'll blow up Ever see a sucker scattered? It'd make ya throw up Then I take advantage, you can't manage To get up, all you can do is sit up, I get lit up Hit up Ice Cube, tear shit up Like a dude you can bet on, collide like a head-on Collision, stutter steppin' is an incision Of a nigga saying exactly what I vision Because I'm gone, you think I left you all But I stay in ya ass, like cholestreol When I blast, I'm solid as Alcatraz And if you escape, you better swim fast 'Cause I'll catch ya, physically and mentally And the capital punishment's the penalty Sit in the electric chair, grab a hold Pull the switch, ya body twitch, ya eyes explode Out your skull, 'cause being dull on a flow Is a N-O, niggas didn't know that I can go Off, and show off, to throw off, the law Turn, take 10 spaces, then draw What's left is a muthafucka dead in the alley Ice Cube is the shit on The Grand Finale Yeah, yeah that was funky but now we need the Muthafuckin' ruthless villian to speak, so kick it The grand finale, yo, it's my turn to bust So let weak muthafuckas turn to dust If you're weak, it ain't your fault, just take a Kick in the ass, and get turn into a pillar of salt And niggas that bite me just to taste me I make the punk muthafuckas buckle up for safety And those that don't, they caught from the flash And scream like a bitch, when he's caught in a whiplash Givin' him pain 'cause I'm urgin' Rearrange their muthafuckin' face like a surgeon It ain't no excuse for the torture deliverin' Don't say ya not scared, yo I can tell 'cause your shiverin' Lyrics labeled wit' an X and not a G I said fuck the police, yo, so now they're after me I'm wanted by the law so I stay low Representin' the pimp, while bitches make me my dough In a different stage, I must've went on a rampage Me and the D.O.C. are always hittin' the front page For what, for stealin' and steppin' up to the shelf And when I enter the party, niggas shit on their self And for what? Maybe 'cause I'm Ren And when they clean up the shit, yo, they do it again So fuck it, sit back cool and relax While Eazy, busses the facts, kickin' The Grand Finale Yeah, y'all know what time it is, Eazy Muthafuckin' E is in the house doin' damage They made it easy for me to come off like the enforcer Mass murderin' muthafuckas in the course of An everyday, situation where I would stalk by Fuck a car, I do a muthafuckin' walk-by Eazy-E an', the D-O to the C an' Run house, and yo there be no disagreein' 'Cause if there is some, you feelin' staticky Then I'm arrested, (for what), assault and battery Never outdone, only outdoin' Lovin' the bitches and leave the hoes boo-hooin' Why? 'Cause they're addicted, to what my dick did The pleasure and pain, the wing-ding inflicted (Yeah) they'll never forget what's done in bed By Eazy, the name of a Compton hard-head Cool, but loco like loc, never broke 'Cause it pays to be Ruthless, this is why I do this I don't give a fuck about fame I rather deal with a number than a muthafuckin' name (word) Get me paid and then rap 'Cause all that other bullshit wit'out money ain't jack Eazy, but not that easy to deal with Especially if you're poppin' bullshit The E-A-Z-Y and to the E Expressin' a thought, on the muthafuckin' Grand Finale Yeah, that shit was funky Last but not least is the muthafuckin' D.O.C., this is yo' album, so that Means you definitely got to get funky, so run it Swingin', singin', a brand new rap On a rhythm, concocted by my homie in the back and If it makes you giggle, it must be kinda funny But to me it's kinda cool, (tell 'em why), I'm makin' money Trippin' up the man wit' the swift hand movement Provin' if you're groovin', then it's cool when he be doin' it Takin' a second for me to blow ya mind 'Cause I'm the diggy diggy D.O.C. and I would've been down wit' rock But I was smart, the D-O to the C knowin' the formula It's rough, I mean it's funky enough for me And you can have a listen, nothin' after this and D-O-N-T M-O-V-E yo, wit'out permission From the D-O to the C, I'm just better than The normal man, and I'll be damned if a sucker can Ever compete, wit' the elite Much less beat, it's like dancin' wit' 2 left feet Never smile when the D.O.C. is in the room Or I'mma send ya ass right to the temple of doom I got raw when I came to Cali Now I'm wit' NWA, on the muthafuckin' Grand Finale Yeah, yeah, that shit was stupid def But right about now we gotta send a shout out To everybody that helped put this muthafuckin' project together That's word, word 'em up Peace is dedicated to the homeboy Eazy-E Ice Cube M.C. Ren D.J. Yella And these all the homies from the gang NWA ya know what I'm sayin'? L.A. Dre Stan "The Guitar Man" Donovan Michel'le D.J. Speed My homeboys Yomo & Maulkie The super-dope manager Jerry Heller And of course the rest of the Ruthless and Comptown posse Word 'em up! Shut the fuck up! Aaaahhh!

I ain't going back to jail Next time that the county or the state see me, it's gon' be in a bag Uh This is it, baby End of the road, ha-ha When you a dog You a dog for life You don't hear me, though You don't hear me, though You don't hear me, though Come on, come on Watch them young guns that take none Nobody's safe from the Friday the 13th, ghetto Jason Itchy trigger finger aching Snatch your ass out that S-Class for faking .44 blast, it's a bloodbath Take your first step down a thug path Ain't no love here, just slugs here Kids know the half, you get plugged here That's just impossible For the weak to last, now behold the unstoppable Third eye watching you, watching me Throwing rocks from the penalty box, cop a plea Young G, we was born to die, don't cry for me Just keep the heat closely and ride for me 'Cause we family, for better or worse You and I from the dirt Used to snatch purses So hard, it hurt to be here And each year, I'm pouring out more beer For deceased peers, holding fort Police line, do not cross They found his corpse in the loft With the head cut off and butt naked Homicide the crime method Add another killer verse to the murder record The grand finale Dogs for life Who wanna test me? Uh, dogs for life Come on Yeah, we dogs for life Me shot, me shot pussy-hole people fi fun (yeah, we dogs for life) Hot corners, cops with warrants, every block is boring Friday night, getting bent, liquor pouring My dog not even home a month yet And blazed a girl in the stomach He robbing niggas who pumping Little Blood got popped by the group home cat Everybody nervous in the hood, pulling they gats Fiend yelling out, "Who got those?" Go and see, shorty snot-nosed He don't floss, but he got dough Thug faces, fugitives running from court cases Slugs shooting past for the love of drug paper Queens cap peelers, soldiers, drug dealers And God will throw a beam of lightning down 'cause he feel us May the next one strike me down if I'm not the realest The mayor wanna call the S.W.A.T. team to come and kill us But, dogs are friends If one see the morgue, one will live get revenge And we ride 'til the end Bravehearts blow the lye with Henn' And still rise to collide with live men My man got three six-to-eighteens, and only five in The belly of the beast Didn't wanna hear the shit I tried to tell him on the streets It's irrelevant, the beast love to eat black meat It got us niggas from the hood hanging off its teeth We slinging to eat, bringing the heat Bullet holes, razor scars, it's the pain in the street, huh When you a dog, you a dog for life (ride or die) My dogs feel pain, through love (see eye to eye) Give us one shot at life (let us fly) Come on, niggas (we dogs for life) Yo, when you a dog, you a dog for life (ride or die) My dogs feel pain, through love (see eye to eye) Give us one shot at life (let us fly) Come on, niggas (we dogs for life) There's mad money out here, dog Mad money out here What you, trying to get it? Word up You gon' bust your gun to get it? Psh, whatever, yo Uh I hear you, I hear you I've lost my grip on reality, or so it would seem Pinch myself to wake up, 'cause I know it's a dream Niggas that don't know me see me and think I'ma rob 'em Niggas that know me well see me and think I'm a problem I'm just a nigga that's misunderstood But word to mans, I'll turn your last name to Underwood 'Cause if I see it, I'ma take it and run with it, that's me What type of bullshit is this nigga on? That's D The darker it gets outside, the more blood flows When I plug holes with the snub nosed Gun blows, bullets whistle, wouldn't miss you Hit you all up in your mouth like it tried to kiss you Drama, it's right here, how much you need? Beat you down with gat, see how much you bleed How much you plead for your life, you was a killer And all the bitches coming up out that ass, you feel it getting realer Now, beg for your life, one more time One more crime, one more nine Come on, cry, nigga It's over, this is the shit that ends all You either the last one standing, or the last one to fall When you a dog, you a dog for life (ride or die) My dogs feel pain, through love (see eye to eye) Give us one shot at life (let us fly) Come on, niggas (we dogs for life) Yo, when you a dog, you a dog for life (ride or die) My dogs feel pain, through love (see eye to eye) Give us one shot at life (let us fly) Come on, niggas (we dogs for life)

And the meek shall inherit the earth We've taken care of everything The words you read, the songs you sing The pictures that give pleasure to your eyes It's one for all and all for one We work together, common sons Never need to wonder how or why We are the Priests of the Temples of Syrinx Our great computers fill the hallowed halls We are the Priests of the Temples of Syrinx All the gifts of life are held within our walls Look around at this world we've made Equality, our stock in trade Come and join the Brotherhood of Man Oh, what a nice, contented world Let the banners be unfurled Hold the Red Star proudly high in hand We are the Priests of the Temples of Syrinx Our great computers fill the hallowed halls We are the Priests of the Temples of Syrinx All the gifts of life are held within our walls What can this strange device be? When I touch it, it gives forth a sound It's got wires that vibrate and give music What can this thing be that I've found? See how it sings like a sad heart And joyously screams out its pain Sounds that build high like a mountain Or notes that fall gently like rain I can't wait to share this new wonder The people will all see its light Let them all make their own music The Priests praise my name on this night I know it's most unusual To come before you so But I've found an ancient miracle I thought that you should know Listen to my music And hear what it can do There's something here as strong as life I know that it will reach you Yes, we know, it's nothing new It's just a waste of time We have no need for ancient ways The world is doing fine Another toy that helped destroy The elder race of man Forget about your silly whim It doesn't fit the plan, no! I can't believe you're saying These things just can't be true Our world could use this beauty Just think what we might do Listen to my music And hear what it can do There's something here that's as strong as life I know that it will reach you Don't annoy us further! We have our work to do Just think about the average What use have they for you? Another toy that helped destroy The elder race of man Forget about your silly whim It doesn't fit the plan I wandered home through silent streets And fell into a fitful sleep Escape to realms beyond the night Dream, can't you show me the light? I stand atop a spiral stair An oracle confronts me there He leads me on light years away Through astral nights, galactic days I see the works of gifted hands That grace this strange and wondrous land I see the hand of man arise With hungry mind and open eyes They left our planets long ago The elder race still learn and grow Their power grows with purpose strong To claim the home where they belong Home to tear the Temples down Home to change! The sleep is still in my eyes The dream is still in my head I heave a sigh and sadly smile And lie a while in bed I wish that it might come to pass Not fade like all my dreams Just think of what my life might be In a world like I have seen I don't think I can carry on Carry on this cold and empty life Oh no! My spirits are low in the depths of despair My lifeblood spills over Attention all Planets of the Solar Federation Attention all Planets of the Solar Federation Attention all Planets of the Solar Federation We have assumed control We have assumed control We have assumed control