Copywrite - Gone! lyrics

[Verse 1: Copywrite] Its been a minute innit' But I've been spittin longer then sinnin' is been invented Sin a gimmick in the clinic Carry the torch To the game I've been married, divorced Reengaged, remarried, sharing these carrots with who*es Horse and the chariot, who's carryin it? Hip-hop's the body and were buryin' it Each and every minute Scary innit' very ignit' Ha**idic Jew type You might barely get it Hustla' we Larry Flint it Since the very beginning To this very minute I'm scary paring a sentence Arrogant as Paris inheriting parents Digits, minutes, when it's finished Then it's over, finished, over did it Isn't this fun dancing to the rhythm of guns Gettin' it done, gone hot, but didn't visit the sun Ah, y'all set the bar so low that I can limbo Under the instrumental; Y'all wonderin' where we been, though [Verse 2: Tage Future] Where the hell have you been at Question has often been at Right where, tail on the donkey is where I pen at Dot my T's and cross my I's for disguise Hard to stay underground when you reach for the skies I mean your speech on the rocks Apply heat seekers on none keen thinkers that meet your demise Hello, fresh a** sh**, hope you enjoy it Each bars like soap that fell in the toilet Flame boiled and board it, rock my uniform I'm gonna do a song, take it to a place where no man like you has gone Gone, and getting more nasty dont ask me I'm on paid leave, front inflicted hatters hara**ment At my gig, terminating rappers with no severance Through my piece of the pie, twenty two sevens And catch the line in like another twenty two seconds Epicenter of the essence, you need directions? Huh? [Hook - Copywrite & Tage Future] Then I'm gone Land line ringin' off the hook and I'm not home, I'm not home Then I am gone And the next time you think about me just say gone, just say gone I am not gone Some place from the past I do not play blunt for long If you doing you then you not wrong And if you ain't down I do not condone [Verse 3: Copywrite] Well if you had it locked, you left the windows down Depend on how I feel I might k** these big-nosed clowns Player get a life, no Nintendo sounds, pounds of Indo found The window from where the wind blows out Tage & Surock came with Cop; name the block I'll be in the towns before the pen goes down So easy to take out, garbage to rich folks Not selling out, from hard rock to disc joke [Verse 4: Tage Future] I dont know what to say But here I go, freak I've been engulfed in my own flow, seasick You dont know she here, can't be there, wanna be there Maestro of the macabre opera he hid As soon as I began I became Ha, I wonder if you plan to be lame Perpetually protect the family name Mega remains, standing my rein [Hook]