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

[Chorus]

‘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]

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 f*****g song was something 
But dumb m***********s 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 s**t 
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 s**t 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

[Chorus]

[Verse 2]

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 
I call in a G, n****s 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 
chokehold got ? weed 
Lack of cheese making n****s start playing MCs 
Please, my real calling is ? my eye 
Since my last dropped in whatever happened to Syze 
f**k 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 s**t 
I got four records, y’all demoed, y’all ain’t s**t 
The pharaoh costs money man y’all ain’t this 
I can’t afford to help y’all now, get off my d**k

[Chorus]

[Verse 3]

So what if I quit? Nowadays record sales ain’t s**t 
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 s**t is hopeless 
Your crops been cursed with the poison locusts 
Been rocking with Vinnie for eleven years and now I feel with this hip hop s**t 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

[Outro]

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