Vinnie Paz, Apathy, King Syze - And Now lyrics

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

‘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

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 mean I wanna 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

‘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

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

‘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

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

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