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malcolm92 - gone lyrics

intro:

verse 1: young apollo

and i’m gone
just like my flow
huh
words from the voice box
make the mike smoke
dancing on the moon
i’m on my night scope
long bitter nights
talking sh-tty
i need a shot of scope
lighters on the dresser
i got lighters on the dresser
right next to a bible and some cheddar
i got 5 on it
master jay
put a lighter on it
rocket without a green
no seeds
b-tch i’m going in
on a philly
toking like my name is willie
high times
make a n-gg- act a little silly
drunk times
make a n-gg- act a little trippy
i’m lying
i just act a little missing
but i’m closer to a higher power
i left depression
all in the shower
i stepped out fresher
than jesus out his momma
blessed
gold medallions
my versions of my ancestors crest
on the sweet tongue of liars
i hear ’em whisper ya sh-t
i never sleep
because sleep is the cousin of death
taking rips out the mask
to feel closer to myself
step back
i can’t get enough of myself
speaking to the heavens
feel like i’m wasting my breath
scared of 27
they said i’ll see my death
at this time in my life
time is all i got left
give it my all
until i see my last breath

(gasp)

-flatline)

verse 2: young apollo

i feel a woo coming on cuzz
i feel a woo coming on
i feel a woo coming on cuzz
woo
there it was
ugh
i feel a woo coming on cuzz
i feel a woo coming on cuzz
woo
there it was

picture my mind state
universal living
spiritually gifted
seeing stars up in my visions
seeing red tape
in the systems
seeing masks that should be hidden
while seeing love that should be giving
im seeing this through my rebel gl-sses
well thats malcolm being malcolm
if you had to ask him

and please don’t ask him how black he is
cuzz his skin ain’t darker than the average
but if my ego is my downfall
then the parachute is made up out myself esteem
blowing o’s that remind me of an olympic team
as a hit of this
i release the stress that
they put on me
but i always been atlas
with a blow like evander
i seem to put them on they -sses
with a blow like this
jay would start back trapping
but i was never on that trap sh-t
but all i wanted
was more power to touch the m-sses
or enough
to make a penthouse
my jail cell
but who am i
it seems that only time will tell
who am i
i guess i lived plenty lives
and who am i
i guess i died plenty times
but please god
i ain’t mean to f-ck up this time
and please god
if you give another try
i swear i’ll make it up
with my rhymes

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