Song | Good As Gone |
Artist | Dilated Peoples |
Album | Directors Of Photography |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
[Intro] | |
Dilated Peoples | |
DJ Premier on the beat | |
DJ Babu on the cut | |
(You know the saga, who liver) | |
(Sacrifice my light but I won’t give in) | |
(That’s why I’m driven, blessed with the God given) | |
(See with your eyes dilated for the for the sake of the G’s) | |
[Verse 1: Rakaa] | |
I was getting buried alive | |
Heard the dirt hit the coffin top, I barely survived | |
But I broke through my grave ripped the pine box seal apart | |
Head first yelling “maggot brain, funkadelic art” | |
Fear is a dark side fair-weather friends flock, Hitchcock | |
Same birds scatter when the end stop | |
Couple let their guards down, figure they was there for certain | |
Talking about (Neks) “time to pull the plug and close the curtain” | |
Eyes wide, bug like, [?] and Lazarus | |
I thought that y’all were...nevermind, material still hazardous | |
Hazmat, clutching their chests like asthmatics | |
For mathematics, a natural dash of black magic | |
Salute to new voices flexing power advancing | |
The ballot’s a modern branding versus classic sound clashing | |
Took heavy fire, survived the crash landing | |
Smiled to walk away from the wreckage, the last standing | |
[Hook: Rakaa] | |
They thought that it was gone for good | |
They figured it was good as gone | |
They thought that it was gone for good | |
They figured it was good as gone | |
(You know the saga, who liver) | |
(Sacrifice my light but I won’t give in) | |
They thought that it was gone for good | |
(See with your eyes dilated for the for the sake of the G’s) | |
[Verse 2: Evidence] | |
Devise a plan and I execute it ‘til I’m undisputed | |
If the record never stated, I’ve been showing most improvement | |
At a time when my peers declined, I used it as a booster | |
Used the dedication as a plus, I ain’t used to losers | |
Lock the randoms from the safe, then I change the combination | |
Then I set the pace, settle down, and lay the conversation | |
Drew an outline that made me think, is this a new beginning? | |
Kept an older frame of mind when I’ve been spraying all these feelings | |
So God bless us, cut from different cloths and different textures | |
Different walks of life, some act, some are directors | |
Some are extras, and those ain’t easy to find | |
And I ain’t easily defined, what’s fame? A thin line | |
I been thinking walking over the edge but keep blinking | |
Taking two steps back to my zone for no reason | |
Call it comfort, that is not the best for my heart | |
Not the best way to end and not the best way to start | |
Good as gone | |
[Hook] | |
[Verse 3: Evidence & Rakaa] | |
I was out of mind and sight | |
Dark clouds all around me, trying to find the light | |
I took flight with the dot dot legs dangling | |
Cliff-hanging never docking my spot | |
I stand by what I say, ‘cause I’m easy to find | |
Dates posted every day of the year in bold lines | |
The more that I roam the more that I’m free | |
The more I’m in Rome the more that I’m me | |
The more I’m at home, the more that it’s stress | |
The moral is, we be touring it best | |
I’m not the same old run of the mill | |
Who keeps running until, the feet tell him “put the runners to rest” | |
I’ve seen the last come first | |
I’ve seen the first, last | |
I double majored in life | |
Some of the worse passed | |
Back to school learning secrets that the Earth had | |
Sat in coach and studied business before my first class | |
[Hook] |
Intro | |
Dilated Peoples | |
DJ Premier on the beat | |
DJ Babu on the cut | |
You know the saga, who liver | |
Sacrifice my light but I won' t give in | |
That' s why I' m driven, blessed with the God given | |
See with your eyes dilated for the for the sake of the G' s | |
Verse 1: Rakaa | |
I was getting buried alive | |
Heard the dirt hit the coffin top, I barely survived | |
But I broke through my grave ripped the pine box seal apart | |
Head first yelling " maggot brain, funkadelic art" | |
Fear is a dark side fairweather friends flock, Hitchcock | |
Same birds scatter when the end stop | |
Couple let their guards down, figure they was there for certain | |
Talking about Neks " time to pull the plug and close the curtain" | |
Eyes wide, bug like, ? and Lazarus | |
I thought that y' all were... nevermind, material still hazardous | |
Hazmat, clutching their chests like asthmatics | |
For mathematics, a natural dash of black magic | |
Salute to new voices flexing power advancing | |
The ballot' s a modern branding versus classic sound clashing | |
Took heavy fire, survived the crash landing | |
Smiled to walk away from the wreckage, the last standing | |
Hook: Rakaa | |
They thought that it was gone for good | |
They figured it was good as gone | |
They thought that it was gone for good | |
They figured it was good as gone | |
You know the saga, who liver | |
Sacrifice my light but I won' t give in | |
They thought that it was gone for good | |
See with your eyes dilated for the for the sake of the G' s | |
Verse 2: Evidence | |
Devise a plan and I execute it ' til I' m undisputed | |
If the record never stated, I' ve been showing most improvement | |
At a time when my peers declined, I used it as a booster | |
Used the dedication as a plus, I ain' t used to losers | |
Lock the randoms from the safe, then I change the combination | |
Then I set the pace, settle down, and lay the conversation | |
Drew an outline that made me think, is this a new beginning? | |
Kept an older frame of mind when I' ve been spraying all these feelings | |
So God bless us, cut from different cloths and different textures | |
Different walks of life, some act, some are directors | |
Some are extras, and those ain' t easy to find | |
And I ain' t easily defined, what' s fame? A thin line | |
I been thinking walking over the edge but keep blinking | |
Taking two steps back to my zone for no reason | |
Call it comfort, that is not the best for my heart | |
Not the best way to end and not the best way to start | |
Good as gone | |
Hook | |
Verse 3: Evidence Rakaa | |
I was out of mind and sight | |
Dark clouds all around me, trying to find the light | |
I took flight with the dot dot legs dangling | |
Cliffhanging never docking my spot | |
I stand by what I say, ' cause I' m easy to find | |
Dates posted every day of the year in bold lines | |
The more that I roam the more that I' m free | |
The more I' m in Rome the more that I' m me | |
The more I' m at home, the more that it' s stress | |
The moral is, we be touring it best | |
I' m not the same old run of the mill | |
Who keeps running until, the feet tell him " put the runners to rest" | |
I' ve seen the last come first | |
I' ve seen the first, last | |
I double majored in life | |
Some of the worse passed | |
Back to school learning secrets that the Earth had | |
Sat in coach and studied business before my first class | |
Hook |
Intro | |
Dilated Peoples | |
DJ Premier on the beat | |
DJ Babu on the cut | |
You know the saga, who liver | |
Sacrifice my light but I won' t give in | |
That' s why I' m driven, blessed with the God given | |
See with your eyes dilated for the for the sake of the G' s | |
Verse 1: Rakaa | |
I was getting buried alive | |
Heard the dirt hit the coffin top, I barely survived | |
But I broke through my grave ripped the pine box seal apart | |
Head first yelling " maggot brain, funkadelic art" | |
Fear is a dark side fairweather friends flock, Hitchcock | |
Same birds scatter when the end stop | |
Couple let their guards down, figure they was there for certain | |
Talking about Neks " time to pull the plug and close the curtain" | |
Eyes wide, bug like, ? and Lazarus | |
I thought that y' all were... nevermind, material still hazardous | |
Hazmat, clutching their chests like asthmatics | |
For mathematics, a natural dash of black magic | |
Salute to new voices flexing power advancing | |
The ballot' s a modern branding versus classic sound clashing | |
Took heavy fire, survived the crash landing | |
Smiled to walk away from the wreckage, the last standing | |
Hook: Rakaa | |
They thought that it was gone for good | |
They figured it was good as gone | |
They thought that it was gone for good | |
They figured it was good as gone | |
You know the saga, who liver | |
Sacrifice my light but I won' t give in | |
They thought that it was gone for good | |
See with your eyes dilated for the for the sake of the G' s | |
Verse 2: Evidence | |
Devise a plan and I execute it ' til I' m undisputed | |
If the record never stated, I' ve been showing most improvement | |
At a time when my peers declined, I used it as a booster | |
Used the dedication as a plus, I ain' t used to losers | |
Lock the randoms from the safe, then I change the combination | |
Then I set the pace, settle down, and lay the conversation | |
Drew an outline that made me think, is this a new beginning? | |
Kept an older frame of mind when I' ve been spraying all these feelings | |
So God bless us, cut from different cloths and different textures | |
Different walks of life, some act, some are directors | |
Some are extras, and those ain' t easy to find | |
And I ain' t easily defined, what' s fame? A thin line | |
I been thinking walking over the edge but keep blinking | |
Taking two steps back to my zone for no reason | |
Call it comfort, that is not the best for my heart | |
Not the best way to end and not the best way to start | |
Good as gone | |
Hook | |
Verse 3: Evidence Rakaa | |
I was out of mind and sight | |
Dark clouds all around me, trying to find the light | |
I took flight with the dot dot legs dangling | |
Cliffhanging never docking my spot | |
I stand by what I say, ' cause I' m easy to find | |
Dates posted every day of the year in bold lines | |
The more that I roam the more that I' m free | |
The more I' m in Rome the more that I' m me | |
The more I' m at home, the more that it' s stress | |
The moral is, we be touring it best | |
I' m not the same old run of the mill | |
Who keeps running until, the feet tell him " put the runners to rest" | |
I' ve seen the last come first | |
I' ve seen the first, last | |
I double majored in life | |
Some of the worse passed | |
Back to school learning secrets that the Earth had | |
Sat in coach and studied business before my first class | |
Hook |