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We're the last panthers We're the last panthers We're the last panthers Mm-mm-mm Oh-oh-oh Mm-mm-mm Leaving out the important section, it's been my secret weapon Now it's a boot knife, Ruby Yacht ride the loop tight Quest for the right note, this is the poetry my life wrote You niggas thinking the wrong sentences You should fall in trenches playing the long mouth type of dentist Lock the doors and board the exits There's dangеr looming in the double halls Forward slash, forward march Dark web rеmind me of a Florida marsh post midnight You black glowing blue light My bulletproof coup, it fit right You see my drip, [?] ain't wanna see me from the hill They use my TV in my crib, negro, I'm on the world wide web Slandering Eugene V. Debs and I'm having fun with it My mindset is on an abundance These motherfuckers is Wakanda panthers That shit sounds dumb to me R.A.P. Ferreira spit the plus degree Yee-yee We're the last poets, we're the last poets We're the last poets, we're the last poets From Letras Mania