Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song I'm Gone, artist - Dj Kay Slay. Date of issue: 25.03.2004
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
I'm Gone |
| I +Murder+ this +Inc+ as soon as I touch the page |
| You ain’t gon’have no other choice but to rush the stage |
| and charge the mic, and I hope you got the heart to fight |
| Cause you gon’have to, cause you ain’t got the smarts to write |
| somethin that good, to try to come back at me with |
| What you gon’do, try to out-rap me with that happy shit? |
| You motherfuckers crack me up Talkin bout you gonna smack me up, y’all won’t even back me up Throw up your paws, you pussies can’t even scratch me hard |
| It’s like fuckin Castor Claw tryna jack me off |
| You think I’m afraid? |
| What you tryna throw some fear in me? |
| You think I’m dumb enough to roll with no security? |
| I’m doin my best to try to show maturity |
| But don’t sit there and stare at me like hoes and sneer at me like it’s supposed to be scarin me Like I won’t leap clean over this fuckin V.I.P. |
| rope and throw this chair |
| at anyone close or near me tryna approach me physically |
| cause he don’t spit lyrically |
| And he knows that my flow’s so sick, this hoe’s on my dick |
| and he’s so sick of hearin me, my posters is starin at him |
| But I don’t think he knows the severity |
| of what it could escalate to or that it could grow so seriously |
| if I go hysterically; |
| cause I guarantee |
| there’s no one in here that would resort like a childhood |
| any quicker than I would, or hit you with plywood |
| Especially when I’m sippin on this liquor and tonic |
| One swig of this bottle I’ma go upside your head so hard with it the mark from it’ll be so dark that it’ll leave a scar so big |
| you’ll be able to read a label from the motherfuckin |
| sticker that’s on it; |
| I’m sick of the nonsense |
| Shit is ridiculous and I refuse to let it get to this point |
| where I’ma let you sit on my conscience — I’m gone bitch, YEAH! |
| + (Eminem) |
| I’m gone bitch |
| Shady Records motherfucker, we gone bitch |
| I said we gone bitch, so long bitch |
| Catch up if you can (whoo!) we movin on bitch (UHH!) |
| Now who you know been to Kyoto, Tokyo |
| off of one debut, screamin, «I'm in Janai yo!» |
| Obie Trice, sho’you right |
| He done seen overseas, he’s not a prototype (nah) |
| Nobody’s prot? |
| g?, Em only showed O. the way |
| Fuck what the media say |
| If you listen to music then you should know that O. Trice fused it in a matter where he speaks how the streets views it Choose, to translate it through the art of music |
| and started usin it reachin the youth influenced by the truth in it (truth!) |
| And as a boy, a man, I ran from boys in vans |
| Do the knowledge, acknowledge and try to comprehend |
| Hand full of contraband |
| A product of my environment, narcotics and violence |
| Inspires the content, but my intent is to retire these tired-ass writers in si-lence (yeah!) |
| Cause haters they hate us cause Shady became famous |
| and claimed the rap game when they thought he’d be nameless (hah!) |
| But racist accusations won’t change us Let the truth be told, you think O. will be over here |
| like, «Massa, show 'em you got soul»? |
| no! |
| Anybody knows us know this not how we roll |
| So, I still push the bucket |
| If I ain’t trust it I wouldn’t fuck with it But fuck it, I’m gone bitch! |