| That’s what it be feelin' like when they bear you through
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| Every stereo radio and they swear you true
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| But the dopey delivery is unbearable
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| Drink (CARIBOU!)
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| Gotta grab your nads, you in the building
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| Rip it 'till you blast they ass up in the ceiling
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| Look, a lot of rappers' trash, ain’t got the feelin'
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| Not in your brain to wanna change up your energy game
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| What a shame, you got a name, but you’re lyrically lame
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| Sedated, save it, cause your memory stained
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| From 'caine you’re faded, a beginner remains
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| With fame you’re jaded and you give me your lane
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| I came to spray it and it finna be pain
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| Will you please, stop
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| Rappin' that crap that you givin' me, mayne?
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| I been fiendin' fo', meanin' flow
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| But they thought process seemin' slow
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| You ain’t gotta rap hella fast for me to like you
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| But wake the fuck if they screamin', bro!
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| And that’s good you’re able to get your green and go
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| But a lot of you shouldn’t wanna be seen in show
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| Cause when I go to your set you be leanin' low
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| Never do you really gotta be ill as me, lyrically stalled
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| Lot of rappers gonna wanna grit they grill at me, furiously, y’all
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| But when you run up and then you find out villains we, fear is recalled
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| Music and murkin' niggas don’t really wanna deal with me, seriously, dawg!
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| Your flow’s on NyQuil or them night pills or that codeine that y’all drank
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| Is a funny sight for real, the people like you still
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| When you so lean that you can’t
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| Spit one of your verses, worse, you just faint
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| Better get a nurse, a hearse, and kiss paint
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| Watch a nigga urk and jerk, he’s on the purp'
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| A percocet alert to earth if it’s quaint
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| In a, box, see me comin' but can’t even swing at me
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| (Weak as fuck!) When you be rappin', you mummy, you don’t wanna see me
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| Screamin' up to the tip-top, a lot of you rappin', it be Ziploc
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| All I’m sayin' is I never wanna have no MSG in my hip-hop!
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| (Ehe-haha! Can you feel it? Feel the swagger, he-hahaha)
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| Last thing I’m gon' say, the people don’t really have green or gold pay
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| So when you think of rapping and go lay
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| Your vocal, you better mash mean and go cray
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| But if you a beginner still, in a deal, and yo remedial rappin' is in a mil'
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| I guess I better slow it down a little bit and go pop me a couple of (Benadryl)
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| Fuck, nigga, why you wake me up, nigga?
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| Makin' million dollars layin' in the cut, nigga
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| Fuck would you say? |
| I been 'sleep for two day
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| Go to sleep, Tech N9ne, nigga, too paid
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| Stay alive, homeboy, that’s all I want you to do
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| You make me go (Go to sleep, go to sleep)
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| Oh, oh, you make go (Go to sleep, go-go-go to sleep)
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| You make me go (Go to sleep) Rockabye, baby! |