I'm Gone (Explicit Album Version)

I'm Gone (Explicit) - DJ Kay Slay/Eminem/Obie Trice

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Drama King

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O Trice

(Shady Records ni**a it's goin down once again boy)

It's just a scratch man (Let's go Em)

I Murder this Inc

As soon as I touch the page

You ain't gon' have no other choice

But to rush the stage

And charge the mic

And I hope you got the heart to fight

Cause you gon' have to

Cause you ain't got the smarts to write

Somethin that good

To try to come back at me with

What you gon' do

Try to out-rap me with that happy sh*t

You motherf**kers crack me up

Talkin bout you gonna smack me up

Y'all won't even back me up

Throw up your paws

You pussies can't even scratch me hard

It's like f**kin Castor Claw tryna jack me off

You think I'm afraid

What you tryna throw some fear in me

You think I'm dumb enough to roll with no security

I'm doin my best to try to show maturity

But don't sit there and stare at me like hoes

And sneer at me

Like it's supposed to be scarin me

Like I won't leap clean over this f**kin V I P rope

And throw this chair

At anyone close

Or near me tryna approach me physically

Cause he don't spit lyrically

And he knows that my flow's so sick

This hoe's on my dick

And he's so sick of hearin me

My posters is starin at him

But I don't think he knows the severity

Of what it could escalate to

Or that it could grow so seriously

If I go hysterically; cause I guarantee

There's no one in here that would resort

Like a childhood

Any quicker than I would or hit you with plywood

Especially when I'm sippin on this liquor and tonic

One swig of this bottle

I'ma go upside your head so hard with it

The mark from it'll be so dark

That it'll leave a scar so big

You'll be able to read a label

From the motherf**kin

Sticker that's on it; I'm sick of the nonsense

Sh*t is ridiculous

And I refuse to let it get to this point

Where I'ma let you sit on my conscience

I'm gone b**ch yeah

I'm gone b**ch

Shady Records motherf**ker

We gone b**ch

I said we gone b**ch so long b**ch

Catch up if you can

We movin on b**ch

Now who you know been to Kyoto Tokyo

Off of one debut screamin "I'm in Janai yo "

Obie Trice sho' you right

He done seen overseas he's not a prototype

Nobody's proly J

Em only showed O the way

F**k what the media say

If you listen to music

Then you should know that O Trice fused it

In a matter where he speaks how the streets views it

Choose to translate it through the art of music

And started usin

It reachin the youth influenced by the truth in it

And as a boy a man I ran from boys in vans

Do the knowledge acknowledge

And try to comprehend

Hand full of contraband

A product of my environment

Narcotics and violence

Inspires the content but my intent is

To retire these tired-a** writers in si-lence

Cause haters they hate us

Shady became famous

And claimed the rap game

When they thought he'd be nameless

But racist accusations won't change us

Let the truth be told you think O

Will be over here

Like "Massa show 'em you got soul" no

Anybody knows us know this not how we roll

So I still push the bucket

If I ain't trust it I wouldn't f**k with it

But f**k it I'm gone