Good as Gone Dilated Peoples

[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