Taqu - Gone For Good lyrics

And I bet you motherf**ers thought that I was gone for good Back in the flesh with the grit of the dirt in my teeth as I write this bullsh** 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 f**ing beast and I'll f**ing split you like mitosis Born of a couple slaves, I split the seas 'cause I am Moses Always act this co*ky when I rap to hide emotions If I didn't, I think you all would realize I am broken Back to the flow Pa**ionate 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 f** with me I'm over the top and out of this world Is that understood? I'm hot as sh** 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 sh** right now And I bet you motherf**ers thought that I was gone for good I ain't write a chorus I ain't I ain't write a chorus Motherf**er, I ain't write a chorus And I bet you motherf**ers thought that I was gone for good I ain't write a chorus I ain't write a motherf**ing chorus I ain't I ain't write a chorus And I bet you motherf**ers 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 sh** to make it profitable? I don't know This industry's twisted Go and beg for forgiveness Your mind's a f**ing 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 a** 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 f**ing good But I wish that everyone would know I'm just misunderstood And I bet you motherf**ers thought that I was gone for good And I wish that everyone would know I'm just misunderstood