Originally intended for 'Series Finale,' my final album. Since that never came to fruition it's here. Maybe I'll re-release it when I finally do stop making music, which I almost have. 2005.
Me and my constituents, banging on some instruments.
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Lyrics
My name is Nicholas, I'm fly like Icarus, I ain't no candy-ass so don't call me licorice, I'm just a playa looking for some lips to kiss, and I wouldn't mind a girl with thick hips and tits, and if I'm refused the bitch can kiss my grits, I'll pay my good-looking friend to give her siffolous, the final album, I can't sell them, and writing new raps happens seldom, I'm giving up acting all tough and fierce, I'm on academic scholarship to Franklin Pierce, They're giving me, a total of forty G's, but I won't be in the classroom, I'll be in the sorrorities, I can't get mixed up with the wrong priorities, or I'll have to deal with the authorities, who knows where life will take me, I might go crazy, out of spite after a crazy night people might hate me,
You say I'm repetivie a broken record,
I say I'm competitive I've broken records
The HIStory has been recorded of Nick Miale
And now you're rewarded with his finale
i've penciled my credentials, because I think it is essential, that you remember the lyrics to the instrumentals, and the fundamentals of the words I've spoken, and how I closed the gap so minds could be opened, I should be hoping, for an eternal legacy, only if I delivered what fans begged of me, I'm not perfect, and I'm probably not worth it, I probably don't deserve it, but I hope I scratched the surface, if so I served my purpose, and I've no need to be nervous, not dealing with minions of public opinions, I'm back again but for me it feels like the beginning, but to the next step I will toast my glass, to the present and the future, just forget the past, free at last and I'm screaming it out, finally have acheived what I been dreamin' about
