Gone
Uh, how do I start from where I left off?
You thought I would leave you there, you're dead wrong
Too headstrong, too much on my chest to get off
My very words like two Tecs, two head shots
Talk about my footprints, I can't take that
Back in the day
I would have just reacted with a straight jab
Now I ain't the same man, I'm a lot less laid back
I got another way to gain payback, you're straight cash
Verbal murder if I ever put you in that body bag
Don't ever try to wipe away Rocky's track
You'll be in hell if you find yourself on Rocky's tracks
What's that? The voice of the devil
you ate the poison they fed you
I bet it boils your vessels, too late to repent
Funny how you can't sleep but you're making your bed
You'll never rest, may your sins eat away at your flesh
And when your head's
this messed you're probably praying for death
Just like your father (no good)
Maybe you're just like your mother (no good)
Maybe you're just like your brother (no good)
Maybe you just like to suffer (no good)
Here it is, motherfucker
Keep hanging, keep hanging
Keep hanging, keep hanging
Keep hanging, keep hanging
Keep hanging
You won't be no good til' you're gone
There was a time when Mic weren't making moves
Convinced I made it doing nothing
till my days were doomed
I'm still nameless but fuck it you're nameless too
I'll send the goons to hit your studio
and they can take your tunes
You'd get beat up if you weren't such a weak fuck
Be a man, grow some, hold up
You gonna always be a bitch, be a chich
I could picture you, in the seat you sit
Eating crisps next to another rapper eating shit
You feed to him, don't let the secrets in
they're dragging you in
Sweating because I might tell the world
what a faggot he is
Ain't gotta read his lips, I'll shout at this prick
It's thanks to you I learnt one big valuable gift
In this industry, you can have the glamour and glitz
Be established, have your old friends wrapping you spliffs
Act a diva but they've seen you when you never had shit
Rolly on your limp wrist, but that is just it
You've not a home, not a bone in you're back
No dignity to me, that ain't a man, that is a bitch
You man are actresses and fuck that
I ain't reading from your script
I've got nothing to lose, you run from the truth
You've got hits, a family, a reason to live
You could believe me this
I'm the reason you ain't six feet deep in a ditch, bitch
Just like your father (no good)
Maybe you're just like your mother (no good)
Or maybe you're just like your brother (no good)
Maybe you just like to suffer (no good)
Well here it is, motherfucker
Keep hanging, keep hanging, keep hanging
You can keep hanging on
Keep hanging, keep hanging, keep hanging
But you won't be no good til' you're gone
I'll put a hit on your head, you've got a hit on the shelf
Mandem let me get my hands dirty, I'll just kill him myself
But fuck killing yourself because you live in a shell
Pretending to be someone else, already living in hell
Your whole crew's held together by a loose screw
Lambz found a rapper he showed me on Youtube
Only a few views, I brought him to the booth
Tried to show him who's who, listen, he didn't choose to
Tried to show him light, you can find him in the dark
Brought him to the booth
and he was righteous with the bars
I told him snakes move silent in the grass
Now he's siding with the serpents
and he's signing his advance
Same fakes who tried to snipe me in the past
But he's gonna find out when it dies down
Shit hits the fan and comes right round
and bites him in the arse
Dog, you know where to find me when it finally falls apart
I thought you were a rider (no good)
Turns out you're just a liar (no good)
And fuck it, we ain't the same (no good)
But I can't blame you for making the same mistakes
(no good)
So you know where to find me when it finally falls apart
You know where to find me when it finally falls apart
You know where to find me when it finally falls apart, dog
You know where to find me when it finally falls apart
I'll be moving at godspeed, my peak I'm beyond reach
And they're saying we got lucky no, fuck off we got even
No point, turn on the light a different life I'm not living
I'm me, I'mma haunt you even if I'm not breathing at me
I'm gone, but I'm not, you can't stop what can't be forgot
I've got a feeling that my life has got a meaning
don't you?
Time is not healing those wounds
Spent my life trying to fight for lost freedom, won't lose
Time won't heal nor time will kill
Well you survived the ordeal
then why are you signing no deal?
Unless one penny fills, because I was taught to be real
Still they ignore the foreign
and then run away from that production deal
Let me paint a picture like I'm conducting a film
Only difference being what I'm constructing is real
Hear it from the horse's mouth
no one obstructing your view
Tell it how it is bruv, fuck how you feel
If I could write a documentary on life
and what it's meant to be
Would you cooperate
and follow me throughout my legacy
We all carry a prophecy
you're the author of the story that you're meant to lead
What's it to be before its (bang, bang)
Lights out, cemetery
Lie down, rest in peace
Show's ended, roll credits
There is no hell and no heaven
This place couldn't be any worse but any better
Uh, listen I'm fucked
The rotten one from the pick of the bunch
Stig of the dump
We're just lost kids, don't wanna be loved
Stray yobs, we ain't no wanna-be thugs
We try to hang onto a buzz
No wonder we get off of our nuts
Surrounded by drugs
my boy Slim's the first one to offer me some
In the kitchen sniffing slugs, fifteen, living rough
Weed smoke in my lungs, fuck a hood
We were hooked on not giving a fuck
I can't big you up enough, it was a buzz growing up
We wouldn't have it any other, yeah
We had to bury brothers, trust the good die young
In the hood I'm from
Never got to say goodbye
but when the good time's gone
Judge us on what we look like, we look like scum
In the gutter where the guns
be the guards of the country
Pray I make it out in one piece til' then, fuck peace
Maybe we're all like our fathers (No good)
Or maybe we're all like our mothers (No good)
Maybe we're all like our brothers (No good)
Or maybe we just like to suffer (No good)
Will my real motherfuckers keep banging?
Keep banging, keep banging
You can keep banging on
Keep banging
You can keep banging
You can keep banging
Cause you won't be no good til' you're gone
Compositores: Harry Ollard (Preston Play), Rocky Takalobighashi (Mic Righteous)
ECAD: Obra #15172759