George Monastiriakos Last Of A Dying Breed
Blowin' up, phone's off the meter
At the DMZ, 2 kilometres from North Korea
Tunnels underneath us, propaganda through the speakers
Servants and believers escorting me to their leader
I'm far, overseas, hopefully nobody notice me
From Mr. Kissinger, learned the art of diplomacy
Hands tied, but loose, with his neck in a noose
Came to convince the fat kid to give up the nukes
Most would be overwhelmed, but I learned how to psych ‘em out
Give 'em enough rope, I know that he'll hang himself
Rebalance the world order, find more problems to quarrel over
30 000 U.S. soldiers on China's border
Lobster in Mykonos, sushi in Tokyo
I made, like, 400% on this portfolio
Admired and relentless, inspired, energetic
My time and attention are way too expensive
Ether money, office isn't big enough for me
In Singapore, talking with Conor about retiring
Worldwide selfies, wonder what I'm smiling at
I sell stock, watch the price drop, then I buy it back
Like the feeling of reading the last chapter
I'm the rapper you don't wanna perform after
So learn faster, ‘cause now you've gotta ask for me
Last of a dying breed, last male in my family tree
