| Hahahahahahahaha
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| Tech N9ne
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| Strange Music 2020
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| Once I had to lose all abuse I use
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| Lower, then lower, then what do you know
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| Then my sane hit sick, who knew
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| I’ve been thinkin' 'bout a lot of pain
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| Back when I was little when they always hit the game
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| Nobody came for me when I was in the lane
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| Of going insane, but that was a part of the game
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| What it would take up in the brain, I was headed for change
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| I became the name, bang, with a claim
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| When I was never gonna be the one in the flame
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| But I gotta remain, full of heart, a part of a gang
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| Make 'em reduce it
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| Our independent slammer and forever reclusive
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| The evil, it’s all in me, I can never refuse it
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| Never knew there was a way for me to sever abuses
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| The devil is stalling, love level is falling
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| Pedal never stalling, heavy metal, was all
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| Of a brawl, I had the gall to wanna stop it all
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| But saw ballin', drawl when
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| Rhythm I give 'em to bring y’all and
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| Lyrically take you through hell
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| Heaven the six at the seven you smell
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| All in my tails, they told me I was to fail
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| But I’m one of the legends who sell
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| I took my anguish and put it to language
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| I spit it up and hang with those equally dangerous
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| I threw a Strange fit
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| Tech Nina came with
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| Some deep insane shit
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| My CD, it’s sick, I came with hits
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| A lot of pain, di’n’t quit, the famous shit
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| Got me a strange business, my name switched quick
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| They got the game twisted if your lane dismiss
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| All I do is thinkin' on the pain that sits
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| Then I put it to the paper, never tame, it’s lit
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| When I hop off the top now
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| My sane hits sick, then I flame this bitch
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| We don’t play no games, we bust shots
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| And all you who defame we trust not
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| Once I had to lose all abuse I use
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| Lower, then lower, then what do you know
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| Then my sane hit sick, who knew
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| Then my sane hit sick, who knew |