Good As Gone - Dilated Peoples

Dilated Peoples

DJ Premier on the beat

DJ Babu on the cut

(You know the saga, who liver)

(Sacrifice my life 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 cell apart

Head first yelling, «Maggot Brain, Funkadelic art»

There is a darkside

Fairweather friends flock, Hitchcock

Same birds scatter when the ends stop

A couple let their guards down, figure it was done for certain

Talking about (Nekst) «time to pull the plug and close the curtains»

Eyes wide, bugged like «holy leaping Lazarus

I thought that y’all we’re…nevermind», material still hazardous

Hazmat, clutching their chests like asthmatics

From mathematics, a natural dash of black magic

Salute to new voices flexing power advancing

The ballot’s a modern branding versus 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

They thought that it was gone for good

They figured it was good as gone

(You know the saga, who liver)

(Sacrifice my life 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)

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 when my peers declined, I used it as a booster

Used the dedication as a plus, I ain’t used to losers

Lock the rare loops from the safe, then I change the combination

Then I set the pace, settle down, and lay the conversation

Drew an outline that made me think that this a new beginning

Kept an older frame of mind when I been spraying all the fillings

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 ain’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, and that is not the best for my art

Not the best way to end and not the best way to start

Good as gone

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 dock in 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

Double majored in life

Some of the worst passed

Back to school learning secrets that the Earth had

Sat in coach and studied business before my first class