| Why
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| Do I give so much
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| To those who don’t know what it takes to be I
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| It takes so much focus
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| But they say this lotus I grew should just die
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| Why do I read, my art is starting to bleed and receding
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| It’s alive
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| Even though I’m woke up, this so sucks
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| How 'bout my throat cut
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| Just a thought, excuse me while I get this off
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| Tech is lost, read this then accepted naught
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| Gave the game this, 20 years of Strange shit
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| And I still retain this sick language I came with (cha)
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| Tech is falling bitch shut up (shut up)
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| Death is calling, nigga what up (what up)
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| Your text is causing me to nut up
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| Crawling in the gutters coughing my blood up
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| What if you found out you made me
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| Cause critics were driving me crazy
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| This kinda thing shouldn’t phase me
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| But it could be easier D-E-A-D
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| Easier for me though
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| To another dimension and place we go
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| When I smother and weaken a Yates' ego
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| I’ma taste blood when I’d rather taste a Cheeto or Dorito
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| Life can be testing and stop in a hurry
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| Might be investing in stock then the jury
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| Gives you the Fing not what you expecting
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| When I chew or section your cop and you bury
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| I’d suppose I’d die for those to buy the ode
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| And get the newer shit to fly to throw
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| I give 'em cooler hits that I compose
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| While the code dissing me and deny the flows
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| All the nay saying won’t tempt me
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| And I ain’t never been wimpy
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| But it’s a thought when my tank is low and just about empty
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| How about I just die, die, die, die
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| It might stop the sorrow
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| Taking tomorrow away
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| Run from this shit bye, bye, bye, bye
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| When my spirits are low
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| No need to borrow day
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| How about I just die, die, die, die
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| It might stop the sorrow
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| Taking tomorrow away
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| How about I just die
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| Inside I just cry
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| Fuck that shit
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| Let’s get off
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| All this shit 'bout Tech is soft
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| Exit cross, how could you not respect this off
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| Take your time after time when you come for me
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| Spit your swine at my rhyme for everyone to see
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| You don’t even need a mouth
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| Hit me with the keys of deceit and I’m bleeding out
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| So this is the heated route
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| Been feeling defeated when reading conceited doubt
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| But you can’t fold up, Strange Music soldier
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| I thought I told ya my bows are like boulders
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| I’m major, but I’ll fade ya, cause of hater behavior
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| The savior awaits ya, you traitor, I’ll break ya
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| Talking 'bout when I bust, I spit
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| Like when I crushed my zit
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| I am a legend, I’m 20 minus 11
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| Here come the seven after what’s my six
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| When you cuss my script on the media
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| Talkin' 'bout I rushed my shit
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| I’m telling you kcid ym kcus bitch
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| How about I just die, die, die, die
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| Die, die, die, die
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| Die, die, die, die
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| Die, die, die, die
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| ENTERFEAR is here bitch |