Good as Gone Dilated Peoples
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[Intro]
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)
[Verse 1: Rakaa]
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
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)
[Verse 1: Rakaa]
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
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