Good As Gone Lyrics
| Song | Good As Gone |
| Artist | Dilated Peoples |
| Album | Directors Of Photography |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| [Intro] | |
| Dilated Peoples | |
| DJ Premier on the beat | |
| DJ Babu on the cut | |
| (You know the saga, who liver) | |
| (Sacrifice my light 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 seal apart | |
| Head first yelling “maggot brain, funkadelic art” | |
| Fear is a dark side fair-weather friends flock, Hitchcock | |
| Same birds scatter when the end stop | |
| Couple let their guards down, figure they was there for certain | |
| Talking about (Neks) “time to pull the plug and close the curtain” | |
| Eyes wide, bug like, [?] and Lazarus | |
| I thought that y’all were...nevermind, material still hazardous | |
| Hazmat, clutching their chests like asthmatics | |
| For 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 | |
| [Hook: Rakaa] | |
| They thought that it was gone for good | |
| They figured it was good as gone | |
| They thought that it was gone for good | |
| They figured it was good as gone | |
| (You know the saga, who liver) | |
| (Sacrifice my light but I won’t give in) | |
| They thought that it was gone for good | |
| (See with your eyes dilated for the for the sake of the G’s) | |
| [Verse 2: Evidence] | |
| Devise a plan and I execute it ‘til I’m undisputed | |
| If the record never stated, I’ve been showing most improvement | |
| At a time when my peers declined, I used it as a booster | |
| Used the dedication as a plus, I ain’t used to losers | |
| Lock the randoms from the safe, then I change the combination | |
| Then I set the pace, settle down, and lay the conversation | |
| Drew an outline that made me think, is this a new beginning? | |
| Kept an older frame of mind when I’ve been spraying all these feelings | |
| So God bless us, cut from different cloths and different textures | |
| Different walks of life, some act, some are directors | |
| Some are extras, and those ain’t easy to find | |
| And I ain’t easily defined, what’s fame? A thin line | |
| I been thinking walking over the edge but keep blinking | |
| Taking two steps back to my zone for no reason | |
| Call it comfort, that is not the best for my heart | |
| Not the best way to end and not the best way to start | |
| Good as gone | |
| [Hook] | |
| [Verse 3: Evidence & Rakaa] | |
| I was out of mind and sight | |
| Dark clouds all around me, trying to find the light | |
| I took flight with the dot dot legs dangling | |
| Cliff-hanging never docking my spot | |
| I stand by what I say, ‘cause I’m easy to find | |
| Dates posted every day of the year in bold lines | |
| The more that I roam the more that I’m free | |
| The more I’m in Rome the more that I’m me | |
| The more I’m at home, the more that it’s stress | |
| The moral is, we be touring it best | |
| I’m not the same old run of the mill | |
| Who keeps running until, the feet tell him “put the runners to rest” | |
| I’ve seen the last come first | |
| I’ve seen the first, last | |
| I double majored in life | |
| Some of the worse passed | |
| Back to school learning secrets that the Earth had | |
| Sat in coach and studied business before my first class | |
| [Hook] |
| Intro | |
| Dilated Peoples | |
| DJ Premier on the beat | |
| DJ Babu on the cut | |
| You know the saga, who liver | |
| Sacrifice my light 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 seal apart | |
| Head first yelling " maggot brain, funkadelic art" | |
| Fear is a dark side fairweather friends flock, Hitchcock | |
| Same birds scatter when the end stop | |
| Couple let their guards down, figure they was there for certain | |
| Talking about Neks " time to pull the plug and close the curtain" | |
| Eyes wide, bug like, ? and Lazarus | |
| I thought that y' all were... nevermind, material still hazardous | |
| Hazmat, clutching their chests like asthmatics | |
| For 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 | |
| Hook: Rakaa | |
| They thought that it was gone for good | |
| They figured it was good as gone | |
| They thought that it was gone for good | |
| They figured it was good as gone | |
| You know the saga, who liver | |
| Sacrifice my light but I won' t give in | |
| They thought that it was gone for good | |
| See with your eyes dilated for the for the sake of the G' s | |
| Verse 2: Evidence | |
| Devise a plan and I execute it ' til I' m undisputed | |
| If the record never stated, I' ve been showing most improvement | |
| At a time when my peers declined, I used it as a booster | |
| Used the dedication as a plus, I ain' t used to losers | |
| Lock the randoms from the safe, then I change the combination | |
| Then I set the pace, settle down, and lay the conversation | |
| Drew an outline that made me think, is this a new beginning? | |
| Kept an older frame of mind when I' ve been spraying all these feelings | |
| So God bless us, cut from different cloths and different textures | |
| Different walks of life, some act, some are directors | |
| Some are extras, and those ain' t easy to find | |
| And I ain' t easily defined, what' s fame? A thin line | |
| I been thinking walking over the edge but keep blinking | |
| Taking two steps back to my zone for no reason | |
| Call it comfort, that is not the best for my heart | |
| Not the best way to end and not the best way to start | |
| Good as gone | |
| Hook | |
| Verse 3: Evidence Rakaa | |
| I was out of mind and sight | |
| Dark clouds all around me, trying to find the light | |
| I took flight with the dot dot legs dangling | |
| Cliffhanging never docking my spot | |
| I stand by what I say, ' cause I' m easy to find | |
| Dates posted every day of the year in bold lines | |
| The more that I roam the more that I' m free | |
| The more I' m in Rome the more that I' m me | |
| The more I' m at home, the more that it' s stress | |
| The moral is, we be touring it best | |
| I' m not the same old run of the mill | |
| Who keeps running until, the feet tell him " put the runners to rest" | |
| I' ve seen the last come first | |
| I' ve seen the first, last | |
| I double majored in life | |
| Some of the worse passed | |
| Back to school learning secrets that the Earth had | |
| Sat in coach and studied business before my first class | |
| Hook |
| Intro | |
| Dilated Peoples | |
| DJ Premier on the beat | |
| DJ Babu on the cut | |
| You know the saga, who liver | |
| Sacrifice my light 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 seal apart | |
| Head first yelling " maggot brain, funkadelic art" | |
| Fear is a dark side fairweather friends flock, Hitchcock | |
| Same birds scatter when the end stop | |
| Couple let their guards down, figure they was there for certain | |
| Talking about Neks " time to pull the plug and close the curtain" | |
| Eyes wide, bug like, ? and Lazarus | |
| I thought that y' all were... nevermind, material still hazardous | |
| Hazmat, clutching their chests like asthmatics | |
| For 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 | |
| Hook: Rakaa | |
| They thought that it was gone for good | |
| They figured it was good as gone | |
| They thought that it was gone for good | |
| They figured it was good as gone | |
| You know the saga, who liver | |
| Sacrifice my light but I won' t give in | |
| They thought that it was gone for good | |
| See with your eyes dilated for the for the sake of the G' s | |
| Verse 2: Evidence | |
| Devise a plan and I execute it ' til I' m undisputed | |
| If the record never stated, I' ve been showing most improvement | |
| At a time when my peers declined, I used it as a booster | |
| Used the dedication as a plus, I ain' t used to losers | |
| Lock the randoms from the safe, then I change the combination | |
| Then I set the pace, settle down, and lay the conversation | |
| Drew an outline that made me think, is this a new beginning? | |
| Kept an older frame of mind when I' ve been spraying all these feelings | |
| So God bless us, cut from different cloths and different textures | |
| Different walks of life, some act, some are directors | |
| Some are extras, and those ain' t easy to find | |
| And I ain' t easily defined, what' s fame? A thin line | |
| I been thinking walking over the edge but keep blinking | |
| Taking two steps back to my zone for no reason | |
| Call it comfort, that is not the best for my heart | |
| Not the best way to end and not the best way to start | |
| Good as gone | |
| Hook | |
| Verse 3: Evidence Rakaa | |
| I was out of mind and sight | |
| Dark clouds all around me, trying to find the light | |
| I took flight with the dot dot legs dangling | |
| Cliffhanging never docking my spot | |
| I stand by what I say, ' cause I' m easy to find | |
| Dates posted every day of the year in bold lines | |
| The more that I roam the more that I' m free | |
| The more I' m in Rome the more that I' m me | |
| The more I' m at home, the more that it' s stress | |
| The moral is, we be touring it best | |
| I' m not the same old run of the mill | |
| Who keeps running until, the feet tell him " put the runners to rest" | |
| I' ve seen the last come first | |
| I' ve seen the first, last | |
| I double majored in life | |
| Some of the worse passed | |
| Back to school learning secrets that the Earth had | |
| Sat in coach and studied business before my first class | |
| Hook |
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