Lyrical Breakdown of Till it's gone - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
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- Lyric Overview: Witness how Busta Rhymes weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Till it's gone" is a testament to masterful songwriting.
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Till it's gone!
Ey yo yo yo yo
It was the first shine on the day of my birth I enterd the earth blind,
Funerabole to everything I would first find,
condition of beating nigga's having the wurst mind,
becoming weak like we scavangers of the wurst kind,
from having nothing to plot and makin the earth mine, making the earth mine,
thats kinda big aspirations for a nigga thats just kinda got on his first grind,
but it's aight cause im blowing hold on my first shine,
kinda gas quiker than spas ready to burst mine,
and thoug it seems like obstuckles come at the wurst time,
going from being succesful to commiting the wurst crime,
so quike like a bitch massaging ya whole dick and bustin up,
and it's over sabotagin ya own shit,
we always good when we get it and then abuse and regret it,
cause it's quike as we get it we fucking lose it,
that's what my mother used to tell me.
chorus
seeing a flash that could take it from you like hocus-spocus,
so count your blessings and baby I hope you stay in focus,
wide awake like im drinkin cappucino mocus,
takin on more stress and get to be come and smoke us,
hhhee, like the shit that the setup straight provoc us,
and fall riped them to the shit till it's lightfull and choke it,
a promise you find thruth when you done diggin it out,
stop the shiffering nigga I think I'd just figured it out,
you see we thug visicily and mentally soft kep lies to yourself,
so that your worth and value is lost,
sometime the feeling of the city is wrong,
why we appriciet them all now tupac & biggie is gone,
somehow im seeing it clear I would have rather this value,
them so much as both of these nigga's is here yeah,
we always good when we get it and then abuse and regret it,
cause it's quike as we get it we fucking lose it, listen
chorus
yo thats what my mother used to always tell me,
extend your hand for the worry and blessing if they need you,
never take life fore granted and bite the hand that feeds you,
be causios how you treath people and how the people feel you,
respect niggers or else the karmarus is coming to kill you,
you got it good baby just get your shit together,
before you lose it and it's over and gone forever,
dressed for the stormy weather feel the songs,
for everyone is personal like I was just writing myself a letter,
a lot of niggers is wildin and calling a name with disrespect,
cashing and blighting and trowing salt in the game im saying,
im dealing with logic I hope you aint thinking im rude,
lets stop ruin the greatest thing thats been given us food,
cloth and a shelter when its cold whe be staying warm,
imagin if they just take the music and rap was gone,
we always good when we get it and then abuse it,
I wont let it cause presieus and I ain't ready to lose it, listen