Life Goes On

[Intro: Royce da 5'9"]

Yo IV, let me know when we rollin

We rollin? Aight..

I mean, I been through a lot, man

Tommy Boy thing, the bootleggers...

You know, life goes on, so what?

You gotta reach deep down in your heart, and pull out as much as you can

To get through what you going through

I'm living proof

[Verse 1: Royce da 5'9"]

Way down DEEP in the heart of a man who was DEEP

In the palm of the hands of the truest streets

Lives a – nigga who gives a – lyrical nigga the shivers

Step up and get hit, 'cause him or his fifth'll deliver

His mouth is a gun, the cannibal speaks

You need to do more than floss to handle the teeth

And shame on it – only thing that pops out

Whenever your Glock's out is a stick, and a flag with "Bang!" on it

His flow's out-grown his dreams

Out of account that he beams out-of-towners and hold down home

You niggas showin' up, with a lot of the same soldiers

I'm rollin' up, pushin' her outta your Range Rover

You decided to be a rider, but why would you do it

When you know you could light up my saliva like lighter fluid?

So quit writing –

'Cause 5-9 is back and he's about to spit thunder and shit lightning

[Hook: Royce Da 5'9", sample]

"Life goes on..."

Uh-huh, you thought I was done, didn't ya?

"The world keeps turning and liiiife gooooes on..."

Thought I would run, didn't ya? No!

"Life goes on!"

Never again will I, need a return

"The world keeps turning and..."

(And I will never leave the streets again)

"Life goes on!"

Uh-huh, you thought I was done, didn't ya?

"The world keeps turning and liiiife gooooes on..."

Thought I would run, didn't ya? No!

"Life goes on..."

Long as I live, I'ma continue to burn

"The world keeps turning and..."

(Na na na na na na na)

[Verse 2: Royce Da 5'9"]

My crew never call me for beef – NO! It never happens to me

That's like callin' a SWAT team when it's a cat in a tree

It's too many reasons to tell you, "Nigga, please!"

You can do nothing with me, like weed with too many seeds in it

I'm more– vicious, it gets– more pathetic

You testin' somethin' more than a medic nigga, or mortician

I'm more than rap, I will rush you

For the sacks, like Warren Sapp, like "Nigga, fuck you!"

I'll stuff you in a Atlanta mansion

Paint the wall with you on 'Candid Camera,' like I'm a phantom answered

Demand a ransom

Cause a fire at your momma's house and take all of the tires off of the ambulances

Of course the track fits

Mr. King Of The Small Article Every Month in 'The Source' is back!

With J Dilla, from Slum Village

You lookin' for us, we be in Rock City, nigga - come get us!

[Hook: Royce Da 5'9", sample]

"Life goes on..."

Uh-huh, you thought I was done, didn't ya?

"The world keeps turning and liiiife gooooes on..."

Thought I would run, didn't ya? No!

"Life goes on!"

Never again will I, need a return

"The world keeps turning and..."

(And I will never leave the streets again)

"Life goes on!"

Uh-huh, you thought I was done, didn't ya?

"The world keeps turning and liiiife gooooes on..."

Thought I would run, didn't ya? No!

"Life goes on..."

Long as I live, I'ma continue to burn

"The world keeps turning and..."

(Na na na na na na na)

[Outro: sample]

"Life goes on!"

"The world keeps turning and liiiife gooooes on..."

"Life goes on!"

"The world keeps turning and–"

"Turning and liiiife gooooes on"

"Life goes on!"

"The world keeps turning and–"

"Life goes on!"

"The world keeps turning and–"