Been Gone

0:10

(Chorus)

Ay. I been gone a while.

I'm almost senile.

 

I been workin' this rap shit. Now before I spit.

Lemme tell you this shit legit. I'm bout to show you my wit.

Yuh, word.

 

0:32

(Verse 1)

*Eminem style fast rap*

Ay. All these rappers think they the shit, lemme tell you. You ain't it.

You so bad I'm bout to vomit. Go fetch me a bucket.

My wit is infinite. I be spittin' bars on these wannabe superstars.

I'm bout to take your fame yo family bout to starve while

I sit here smokin' a cigar. It really is bizaar.

A year ago I didn't have shit and now I'm sittin' here my life is lit.

Watchin' you suffer. It really is fit. All that shit you did really is twisted.

I'm addicted. I Gotta seek help. All I can find is this crackhead with a

one on yelp. High all day. Felt like my mind just melt.

And all these bitches want a piece of me. I got a six-y.

I feel like I shouldn't have to tell you though. But here I am with this flow.

*ends at 0:50*

 

0:52

Yuh.

 

1:03

(Verse 2)

I been gone. Don't call my phone.

I got my whole life redrawn. I was sick of bein' alone.

I was heart break prone. But now I ain't takin' shit from no one.

I'm bout to make a fortune. Rake up a billion like Jordon. Yuh.

 

1:14

(Chorus)

Ay. I been gone a while.

I'm almost senile.

 

I been workin' this rap shit. Now before I spit.

Lemme tell you this shit legit. I'm bout to show you my wit.

Yuh, word.

 

1:35

(Verse 3)

I'm bout to go off again. Writin' this shit so fast it's hurtin' the pen.

The shit I've done could get me locked up in state-penn.

And all this got me a mansion. And get the fuck out my face if you ain't a fan.

All these haters pissin' me off. All their favorite rappers were just a one-off.

Five minutes of fame. While I'm here changin' the game. Rackin' up fame.

These bars are tame compared to what I got up my sleeve. Don't be naive.

You know I'm the best in the game. My soul interweaved into my chain.

Yuh.

*Ends at 1:44*

*Beat ends at 2:18*