Obie Trice - I'm Gone lyrics

[Intro: Eminem & Obie Trice] Kay Slay! (Yeah) Yo.. Drama King! (Yeah!) Check it out, check it out, O. Trice! (Shady Records n***a, it's going down once again, boy) It's just a scratch, man (Let's go, Em) [Verse 1: Eminem] I Murder this Inc as soon as I touch the page You ain't gon' have no other choice but to rush the stage And charge the mic, and I hope you got the heart to fight Cause you gon' have to, cause you ain't got the smarts to write Something that good, to try to come back at me with What you gon' do, try to out-rap me with that happy sh**? You motherf**ers crack me up, talking bout you gonna smack me up Yall won't even back me up Throw up your paws, you pussies can't even scratch me hard It's like f**ing cats de-clawed trying to jack me off You think I'm afraid? What you trying to throw some fear in me? You think I'm dumb enough to roll with no security? I'm doing my best to try to show maturity But don't sit there and stare at me like hoes and sneer at me Like it's supposed to be scaring me Like I won't leap clean over this f**ing V.I.P. rope and throw this chair At anyone close or near me, trying to approach me physically Cause he don't spit lyrically And he knows that my flow's so sick, his ho's on my dick And he's so sick of hearing me, my posters are staring at him But I don't think he knows the severity Of what it could escalate to or that it could grow so seriously If I go hysterically, cause I guarantee There's no one in here that would resort back childhood Any quicker than I would, or hit you with plywood Especially when I'm sipping on this liquor and tonic One swig of this bottle I'mma go upside your head so hard with it The mark from it'll be so dark that it'll leave a scar so big You'll be able to read a label from the motherf**ing Sticker that's on it, I'm sick of the nonsense sh** is ridiculous and I refuse to let it get to this point Where I'mma let you sit on my conscience, I'm gone, b**h (YEAH!) [Hook: Obie Trice] I'm gone b**h Shady Records motherf**er, we gone, b**h I said we gone b**h, so long, b**h Catch up if you can, we moving on, b**h [Verse 2: Obie Trice] Now who you know been to Kyoto, Tokyo Off of one debut, screaming, "I'm in Janai yo!"? Obie Trice, showed you right He done seen overseas, he's not a prototype (nah) Nobody's protégé, Em only showed O. the way f** what the media say If you listen to music then you should know that O. Trice fused it In a matter where he speaks how the streets views it Choose, to translate it through the art of music And started using it reaching the youth Influenced by the truth in it (truth!) And as a boy, a man, I ran from boys in vans Do the knowledge, acknowledge and try to comprehend Hand full of contraband A product of my environment, narcotics and violence Inspires the content, but my intent is To retire these tired-a** writers in si-lence (yeah!) Cause haters they hate us cause Shady became famous And claimed the rap game when they thought he'd be nameless (hah!) But racist accusations won't change us Let the truth be told, you think O. will be over here Like, "Master, show them you got soul!" No, anybody knows us knows that's not how we roll So, I still push the bucket If I ain't trust it I wouldn't f** with it But f** it, I'm gone b**h!