Gone

[Verse 1: Lushlife]

What's in your snapback, [?]

It's just the world inside your head screaming payback

Dues, yeah, I paid that, crews, yeah, I sprayed back

Matter fact, motherfuckers are still hoping I laid back

Stay back, guard your grill

'Cause when the closing time come around, it's so hard to feel

And if in one minute, everyone seems so down to chill

And then the next moment, everything is just laying still

How am I supposed to feel?

And I don't care if you register to vote

Or register to tote or even if you out pushing dope

Then you just lost in the simulacrum

And matter fact, it's the machinations and not the outcome

And I'm not talking Malcolm

'Cause this is Bhagavad Gita [?]

CIA dope game, cocaine Ricky Ross

I know it's not your fault

Just when you know [?]

And feeling like everywhere was Baltimore

I'm on the humble, on the tumble back to swisher king

And all I want is a designation of Fisher King

This antihistamine rap what your [?] mean

'Cause if you blowing out clouds black, it's crystalline

When you a dime, [?]

While Bank of America never do time, catch a fine

And if they launder billions

Then they still walking around with Christmas bonuses loud

And they still in the millions

So why they hate civilians? The prison industry complex is big business

Like oil wars and the profiteering from every sickness

And I just bear the witness

But I don't wanna do anything else but spit the fitness

So here we go, Gs up, [?]

We gripping cash and ripping the greens in Colorado

I be popping bottles with model chicks, it's just a motto

Broke pockets, I still spit the bravado

[Verse 2: Open Mike Eagle]

[?] who the fuck knows, who the fuck knows, yeah

My stomach's on bubble like I ate a steak parm

[?] khakis like Jake from State Farm

Police should break arms, instead they just shoot to kill

And murderers are sentenced for cruising [?]

Having a toy gun and selling single cigarettes

And getting a snack when you wasn't ready for dinner yet

Damn, I'm trying to stay up out the judgment biz

But wonder which Republicans know what a republic is

I'm getting chubby, kid, I'm trying to will the pounds off

A lazy man bitten by a radioactive ground sloth

Yeah, got a couple weird ideas I need to bounce off you

Is my dick bone connected to my heart bone?

I figure since Nintendo can't connect to my smartphone, there's hope yet

Another nightmare, awoke in a cold sweat

In the old West and ain't nobody invented cold yet

And we still walk around shouting "so blessed"

[Outro: Open Mike Eagle & Lushlife]

Why do—why do we do that? (I don't know, I really don't know)

Blessed with what? (I don't know)

That's being sarcastic, we just talking shit (Yep, yep)