Gone Lyrics

[Statik Selektah] This shit right here is called The Return Of Malcolm Don't take it too personal. Listen close [Royce] I feel like I'm at the height of my jump while y'all pivotin' While y'all visitin' I'm livin' here, ball in a year The hundreds and fifties in cheeseburgers The twenties is balled up You lookin' for singles they all in the air The hundreds of bitches that we murdered We ain't literally speakin' We just team up and we squirt all up in they hair Give us some coke and a promise Give us some nut in the throat She suck till she spittin' up coconut vomit Get it? Pardon me miss I'm just fed up with the way the system is set up The shit that they had me livin' in prison was better Rhymin' perfection Is it a set up? To give me a year in the county around the time of election? Or should I just shut up? Zip it or kick it? Try to get you to picture the vision Lyrically, this is my petition to picket Free me or, eventually see me The heat in my belt hangs an inch from my pee pee like a key to my cell To censor me is to censor my CD which inspires me To spit what will eventually be the key to myself Times is changin' Everybody's Gods the same But they minds ain't So I talk about they kind is dangerous Blacks against Affirmative Action sounds as insane As the war in Iraq while Saddam is hangin' A dead man's a dead man Ain't two of a kind You can't break me I'm head standin' doin' my time It's nothin' My crew bakin' my bread while I'm jail Had niggas buffin' my boots and makin' my bed Time will tell who down to bail If you gettin' down and how wild your arms will flail When I bomb I unwind like I'm a spawn from hell The only shots you takin' are those that evolve from shells (The following name has been edited to keep the peace) Something is on your mind then nigga say it You scared? If I was tryin' to X you out then you know you'd be dead You need beef with me like you need a hole in your head You little Stone Throwers You signed-to-a-label-ass-niggas ain't sayin' shit till you own yours Whenever them triggers is buckin' I got to write a label to Trojan requestin' them niggas to up it Cause my dick get bigger My balls get larger To a size that my drawers can't swallow For y'all it suicide The verbal amphetamine The ? is cold place, inserted with Ketamine Spoken, they pulsate Earthquake Houston we got a problem I'm settin' your turf straight Your troops I private piles 'em up The holocaust (cost) you pay is Hitler's Way You dis me, and get merked for Christmas But the curse if gift less I'm the first to spit shit From a podium Go to your local church to get this Y'all sell chickens I only serve the biscuit Leave your blood on the street You get curbed with blisters Chicken noodle soup your brains, let it rain And I clear it out All the vets say I'm official And you can ask Diddy But now that I'm doing time like Shyne Nigga I'll probably +Press Play+ on a pistol Political prisoner Got ammo around my torso like Rambo Banana around my waist like I'ma gorilla It's time to apply my pace now on the fo' rilla Bandanna around my face like dead prez [Woman's voice] Statik Selektah [Royce] Take a breather You are now ridin' with a flow the fliest Selassie inside Who Jesus chose Who Hov inspires Extreme formula in this chess game Accept change You the king We the queen corner a Best thing spittin' since a geyser The methane rhythm, it's supplier Written with the fire Doused by the best team With him when he ridin' Out Cause the check flame when it get divided Bout Niggas livin' through decisions Learnin' ain't givin' you the business Quittin' is a privilege Suited at a funeral, killin' any witness Over dead prez's I'm here to view the digits Clearin' out the air space Pointin' out who ain't dead Gods gift to this world I'm going out with reindeer Comin' back and bang ya Leap Year is a thang of the past When I return and spring from my ashes Like a deranged angel Who came cause you asked But I ain't here to save you, I came for your ass It's sorta like the reaper Blowin' at your concert We write through the speakers Knowin' that it's God's work Rap is a prison that'll trap you in freedom The contradiction of your past The after you see Him I don't have to proceed with no master's degree To change the art I came and waxed the museum I saw, I conquered I paused my disc to do a bid So y'all can spit bout how you do it big Nigga is you grown or you a kid? You trash And don't make me blast And turn your dome into a lid Open your mind Put led in your brain You dope for your time I'm ahead of your game The door's open And I'm in it I'm so focused You still focusin' And when I'm finished you gonna be hopin' it still opens Maybe I lucked up? Either I'm straight crazy or slavery got a nigga fucked up Eminem and Kramer The minimum will blame 'em The average nigga got the word spinnin' in they chambers The average nigga raised by the average nigga, aye It's the average nigga way To say "nigga" with an "a" Riddle 'em and hit 'em with the K Let it speak when he fiddle with the trigger Let 'em kill 'em with the say Sodom or Gomorrah Which one are you the more of? Chevy's sittin' on 30's and 20's on the Saurus Fiendin' for that spot The money bout to burn a hole in my pocket So I got to extinguish that with a "Blao" Put it out with a Phantom Bring it out on the block With no driver Hoes, y'all wanna drive or not! I gotta peel the peddle A lot of troops done died Why deal with the devil, knowin' I got a truce with God? Gotta peel the peddle A lot of troops done died Why deal with the devil, knowin' I got a truce with God? I gotta peel the peddle A lot of troops done died Why deal with the devil, knowin' that I got a truce with God? NickelRoyce Da 5'9 - Gone - http://motolyrics.com/royce-da-59/gone-lyrics.html