Good As Gone
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)
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 break, funkadelic art”
Fear is a dark side fair-weather friends fly, Hitchcock
Same birds scatter when the end stop
Couple let their guards down, figure they was there for certain
Talking about “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, classic sound clashing
Took heavy fire, survived the crash landing
Smiled to walk away from the wreckage, the last standing
They thought that it was gone for good
They figured it was good as gone
Rakaa:
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)
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 where 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 and settle down, then I lay the conversation
Juvenile blind, 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 aren’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
Rakaa:
[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