Gone For Good by Taqu Lyrics
And I bet you motherfuckers thought that I was gone for good
Back in the flesh with the grit of the dirt in my teeth as I write this bullshit
Can't be the best but I spit all the words in my sleep, my brain just pulses
Within the night, I fight with the left and the right and I'll find the culprit
Of my aneurysms but goddamn your diagnosis
I'm a fucking beast and I'll fucking split you like mitosis
Born of a couple slaves, I split the seas 'cause I am Moses
Always act this cocky when I rap to hide emotions
If I didn't, I think you all would realize I am broken
Back to the flow
Passionate MC can't face me 'til after the show
It's packed to capacity and they laugh with glee at my antics
Freely, frantically
Abandon all your hopes of being a rapper
I'm as animated as a flash cartoon made by Stamper
You can't fuck with me
I'm over the top and out of this world
Is that understood? I'm hot as shit every month of the year
Like a calendar girl
Got that style that'll make me a living one day but I ain't got shit right now
And I bet you motherfuckers thought that I was gone for good
I ain't write a chorus
I ain't I ain't write a chorus
Motherfucker, I ain't write a chorus
And I bet you motherfuckers thought that I was gone for good
I ain't write a chorus
I ain't write a motherfucking chorus
I ain't I ain't write a chorus
And I bet you motherfuckers thought that I was gone for good
Pouring my heart and my soul into this music
So money is only part of the goal
Moreso another obstacle
Need a good mic, need a good headset
And you're never gonna know if you're ever gonna go to bed
But I'm doing all this shit to make it profitable?
I don't know
This industry's twisted
Go and beg for forgiveness
Your mind's a fucking wallet that you have to relinquish
And you could be talking 'bout all of the cancer and sickness
But you made a mockery smoking a blunt in a civic
You ain't got no message there for us to interpret
In fact it's like you're acting like you're hip to stay current
While you're sitting on your ass I am here scratching the surface
I just wish that wordsmith meant that you were actually working
I ain't a perfect person but you ain't better when you're writing in cursive
Take the advice of the sermon and get out of the game unless you're really fucking good
But I wish that everyone would know I'm just misunderstood
And I bet you motherfuckers thought that I was gone for good
And I wish that everyone would know I'm just misunderstood
Back in the flesh with the grit of the dirt in my teeth as I write this bullshit
Can't be the best but I spit all the words in my sleep, my brain just pulses
Within the night, I fight with the left and the right and I'll find the culprit
Of my aneurysms but goddamn your diagnosis
I'm a fucking beast and I'll fucking split you like mitosis
Born of a couple slaves, I split the seas 'cause I am Moses
Always act this cocky when I rap to hide emotions
If I didn't, I think you all would realize I am broken
Back to the flow
Passionate MC can't face me 'til after the show
It's packed to capacity and they laugh with glee at my antics
Freely, frantically
Abandon all your hopes of being a rapper
I'm as animated as a flash cartoon made by Stamper
You can't fuck with me
I'm over the top and out of this world
Is that understood? I'm hot as shit every month of the year
Like a calendar girl
Got that style that'll make me a living one day but I ain't got shit right now
And I bet you motherfuckers thought that I was gone for good
I ain't write a chorus
I ain't I ain't write a chorus
Motherfucker, I ain't write a chorus
And I bet you motherfuckers thought that I was gone for good
I ain't write a chorus
I ain't write a motherfucking chorus
I ain't I ain't write a chorus
And I bet you motherfuckers thought that I was gone for good
Pouring my heart and my soul into this music
So money is only part of the goal
Moreso another obstacle
Need a good mic, need a good headset
And you're never gonna know if you're ever gonna go to bed
But I'm doing all this shit to make it profitable?
I don't know
This industry's twisted
Go and beg for forgiveness
Your mind's a fucking wallet that you have to relinquish
And you could be talking 'bout all of the cancer and sickness
But you made a mockery smoking a blunt in a civic
You ain't got no message there for us to interpret
In fact it's like you're acting like you're hip to stay current
While you're sitting on your ass I am here scratching the surface
I just wish that wordsmith meant that you were actually working
I ain't a perfect person but you ain't better when you're writing in cursive
Take the advice of the sermon and get out of the game unless you're really fucking good
But I wish that everyone would know I'm just misunderstood
And I bet you motherfuckers thought that I was gone for good
And I wish that everyone would know I'm just misunderstood