Small Disasters
Dj Khalid Music, De La Soul, Dj Chokolate
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Lyrics
Alchemist - "Goon Time"
[Emcee(s): Alchemist
[Producer(s): The Creators of The Geaux (Juliano
"Good morning, heartache. It's a pleasure to meet you," I said
Staring in the mirror in search of weakness. "Shit, am I the loose
Link, Madame Meduce, Inc.?" Pace moving slower than
A statue, frozen. Starving artist? More like hostage
Easily composed and mailing postage
Mailbox empty though, no respondents. Chasing
Condiments, I need to catch up. Beats are banging
But ain't no banging back. Sorry, Charlie
No gold ticket. "Cricket, cricket," sound bites
Of hunger. Put so much work in, but ain't no workout
And ain't no ringtone in lonely doubts' ears. It's
Lonely out here, phony out here. Like
"T.I., you don't know me" out here. A smidgen
Of setback sets in. For weeks, we wore the gameface
Traveling place to place. "Conventions, seminars," talent shows
Near and far. Travel the South to let them know the name
Out their mouth, shot a ghost of Ichabod Crane. "Yo
Could it be we ain't good, D?" "Nah, they just hating
Or really ain't relating." Feeling a little homesick
Rather be home with them corner boys talking that everyday
Home shit, but when at the crib, anxiety sets in
I didn't set a Plan B, understand me?
We need to get a hold on Plan A 'cause I'm
Not trying to live on a minimum pay. "This shit is
Taking too long, yo." Yeah, I told you, bro. The old man's
At the crib like, "I told you so." The mom's still
Praying. I hope she asked God to open them doors to the game
So we can get to playing. The second act
Curtain's almost by nature. The wage is mental
Betting this won't happen. Change in the caption
Is not for captain, neither co-pilot
The coldest silent, and in creeps mist out
Fire's comfort. Tits dangling in front of, tangling
My thoughts, departs from confines of my
Confidence. Broken egos, small disasters
Even in plaster, limbs will not heal. I'm
Arming myself, charming myself. "Lord and
Master, show me a sign. Not for nothing
Lord, show me." Wasn't good with Despaldine, but
Excellent with the golf club. Scream, "Whoa!" Smash
The window to the car door. "Eject!" Grab, sprint
Back to the lab. You would think I didn't have any sense, but my
Sense of worth was still growing. So was my dreams
Of being kids from Queens managed by Lyor Cohen and
Russell Rush, Rick Rubin doing them beats. Month
Later, on stage with Adida on my feet, but right
Now, worry's on my mind, but still won't climb. Not
Stopping if the beats stop rocking. I'll beat hand
And fist with skills on the table
Hello?
"Nigga! Kid Lucci said we got the deal with the label, B!"
What?!? "My word!" Don't fuck with me, man. You playing
"Nah, I ain't playing. You playing
Nigga, I'm going shopping. We on goon
Time, bitch! See you at the mall"