It’s an undeniably morbid thought to consider the exact song I want played at my funeral. I’m 21 and a college junior, so I don’t think I’ll be kicking the bucket any time soon (knocks hard on wood desk). However, with the inevitable occasion in mind, there’s only one track that I want blaring right before the priest reads my last rights: Kanye West’s “Last Call.”
The concluding track from the Louis Vuitton Don’s debut not only embodies a funeral in name (the metaphorical “last call”), but also represents the never-say-never attitude that I hope will propel me to a successful career and life. That’s sappy to say, but “Last Call” is West’s cathartic, lyrical punching bag. The entire song is a notable quotable, from the opening bars (“The all around the world Digital Underground, Pac/The Rudolph the red-nosed reindeer of the Roc”) to the concluding nut buster: “Killin’ ya’ll n****s on that lyrical shit/mayonnaise-colored Benz I push miracle whips.”
However, it’s the ability of “Last Call” to transmit the feelings of hard-earned success and righteous hubris onto wax, while being damn catchy. If anyone needed an exact moment where ‘Ye prophetically planted his Air Yeezy sole at Hip-Hop’s summit, this track is it. At a funeral, it would elicit the same sort of self-congratulation—a defiant “I told you so.” It’s the theme song that invariably throws all the former haters, shitty ex-girlfriends and pompous detractors in their correct place: below you. I can only hope “Last Call” mirrors my similar success-backed sentiments as I lie in my casket.
So chalk up that Roc-A-Fella diamond one more time. That’s all I can hope for from the attendees at my own eventual last call.
Kanye West – “Last Call”