And Now (feat. Vinnie Paz & King Syze) - Apathy

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