And Now

[Intro] And now the hands of time Are slowing down on this old clock of mine And it’s no secret that we all must die Sooner or later we’ve all got to die [Hook] ‘Bout to go y’all, been a pleasure to know y’all And I’m letting you know Pack your bags, get your records, start rolling out I’m letting you know it’s been a pleasure to know y’all ‘Bout to go y’all, been a pleasure to know y’all And I’m letting you know Pack your bags, get your records, start rolling out I’m letting you know it’s been a pleasure to know y’all [Verse 1] [Vinnie Paz]: I wrote my first rhyme twenty-one years ago riding strong No fame, no money, am I grinding wrong? But if I’m grinding wrong look at all the time that’s gone I guess I gotta find another way provide for mom I don’t wanna think that all I did was all for nothing I like to think that every single fucking song was something But dumb motherfuckers taking money out my pocket Make it meaner when I get up on the stage and rock it I know that y’all naive, y’all ain’t ever made some hot shit You think I’m rhyming for the love and not to make a profit I don’t know a single person that don’t like money But y’all download my shit and take it right from me And I ain’t really never learned to do anything else Whether rhyming with the fam or rhyming by myself No y’all, Vinnie rhyming for the dough y’all Got to go y’all, it’s been a pleasure to know y’all [Hook] ‘Bout to go y’all, been a pleasure to know y’all And I’m letting you know Pack your bags, get your records, start rolling out I’m letting you know it’s been a pleasure to know y’all ‘Bout to go y’all, been a pleasure to know y’all And I’m letting you know Pack your bags, get your records, start rolling out I’m letting you know it’s been a pleasure to know y’all [Verse 2] [King Syze]: Who the rap master? I blast past the sky My craft match the gods, the cash pass through prize Let’s break it up, third for you, third for me According to Gs, niggas leave you slaughtered in freezers Just what I see, let’s get rich or stay crippled On the cover being broke seems like the same issue A chokehold got green enough weed? Lack of cheese making niggas start playing MCs Please, my real calling is ? my eye Since my last dropped in whatever happened to Syze Fuck free, no dough please don’t ask for flow Work sixteen hours seen my family grow So please don’t judge like he ain’t shit I got four records, y’all demoed, y’all ain’t shit The pharaoh costs money man y’all ain’t this I can’t afford to help y’all out, get off my dick [Hook] ‘Bout to go y’all, been a pleasure to know y’all And I’m letting you know Pack your bags, get your records, start rolling out I’m letting you know it’s been a pleasure to know y’all ‘Bout to go y’all, been a pleasure to know y’all And I’m letting you know Pack your bags, get your records, start rolling out I’m letting you know it’s been a pleasure to know y’all [Verse 3] [Apathy]: So what if I quit? Nowadays record sales ain’t shit And I did it for the love so long that I’m sick Yeah hip hop’s the heart of me But y’all wanna plug your iPods in my arteries and drain my artistry No matter how hard an indie or a major market me I’ll die like a martyr till the governor pardons me And we stay focused to guide y’all out of the darkness like Moses But I don’t think you know this So even though you say we’re the dopest shit is hopeless Your crops been cursed with the plagues and locusts Been rocking with Vinnie for eleven years And now I feel with this hip hop shit the end is near It’s like seeing a family member you deeply love Comatose, took to machines and covered with blood Like this can’t be real, everything feel bugged And you gotta make the decision to pull the plug Rest in peace [Hook] And I’m letting you know Pack your bags, get your records, start rolling out I’m letting you know it’s been a pleasure to know y’all ‘Bout to go y’all, been a pleasure to know y’all And I’m letting you know Pack your bags, get your records, start rolling out I’m letting you know it’s been a pleasure to know y’all