Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Unfair (feat. Krizz Kaliko & Cres Cru), artist - Tech N9ne.
Date of issue: 07.11.2011
Song language: English
Unfair (feat. Krizz Kaliko & Cres Cru) |
And the road gets harder with flow spits |
'Cause we represent that Kansas city, MO shit |
Double doses, Tech Kalikosis |
But ran into a duo that’s ferocious |
Some of the best two, kill you, no rescue |
They say that you gotta spit hot 16's before you step through |
And they say everybody, nigga, even Tech do |
Now we gotta explain our journey to the Ces Cru |
I’m on a pilgrimage to the rhyme Mecca, because I am Tecca |
And this mind, it left ya, down at the bottom because N9ne's better |
And if swines ever find the quest to try and test the cleverness |
They in a mess; |
bind yessir, sever decay 'em and define pressure |
I’ma spit it for bidig roars and not a critic whore! |
Hit ignore, I got acidic core! |
Thidis war, you’re nada when it pours! |
Wanna pla-ay every da-ay, sta-ay for the wa-ay that I spra-ay |
Sa-ay? |
You got the pa-ay? |
That’s ya-ay or na-ay? |
Bumblebee tuna, grrr |
Don’t be smelling like it if you’re under me, rumors |
Will begin about you from hung-r-y pooner’s! |
Hopin', wishin', prayin' when you’re gone it’d be sooner! |
When I’m dead I’ma get up in the head of the nigga that set it up pickin' the |
lead up, then I wet 'em up look like a predator |
I’ma dead 'em and let it puss, skip the peace it ain’t no humble we Luna |
Moon stricken, rednecks sayin' who them coones rippin' |
(Boom!) Pick 'em off |
Take 'em off to my land in my van a lotta room, getting in in |
When I catch my flow try to wake up your style |
But you fucked up like, «Uh-oh, I’ma make up for it now» |
It’s unfair to be such a motherfucking rarity |
Beware that we tear many squares if he dares to be a parody |
Of this clarity, we bare that we share, swear we need therapy |
Prepare to see nare any spared caring is bare-ly there |
It’s unfair to be such a motherfucking rarity |
Beware that we tear many squares if he dares to be a parody |
Of this clarity, we bare that we share, swear we need therapy |
Prepare to see nare any spared caring is bare-ly there it’s unfair |
Who are these dudes? |
We never let in any fools, you know the rules |
Kristopher, egotistical, narcissistic wit' cha! |
If they sit on my throne then we tell 'em to get up and move and make us some |
room |
I heard of these guys, murderous when it comes to scripture |
Ubiquitous and Godemis, they Gods to us, we Gods to them |
So we meet right in the middle, chewed the fat and fried up a little |
And it’s unfair, we got their hands in the air |
And you can’t even get a show |
No one cares that your freestyle so rare |
But don’t nobody can’t nobody know |
And it’s easy for them physical favors |
Why y’all just spend all your paper |
Breezes bend over the table, tattoo symbols of my label |
Driving and trafficking rhymes, tongues sharp as African knives |
We what’s happenin' to your wives while you’re at nine to fives |
You might as well stop rappin' |
'Cause it’s not happening if I stop laughin' |
'Cause it’s too hard to impress us, just blatant disregard |
The Four Horsemen of course we forced to be coarse when |
You talkin' taller when y’all getting the short end! |
It’s unfair to be such a motherfucking rarity |
Beware that we tear many squares if he dares to be a parody |
Of this clarity, we bare that we share, swear we need therapy |
Prepare to see nare any spared caring is bare-ly there |
It’s unfair to be such a motherfucking rarity |
Beware that we tear many squares if he dares to be a parody |
Of this clarity, we bare that we share, swear we need therapy |
Prepare to see nare any spared caring is bare-ly there it’s unfair |
It’s unfair to me, nothing is what it appears to be |
Killin' off any and everything |
Comin' and threatening somethin' that’s dear to me |
If’n you feelin' the fear then flee |
Fi fo fee fum, what a fuck up! |
I’m retarded with a clover, I guess you can call it dumb luck |
When I’m rappin', out of habit I’m adamant gettin' adam |
But I would rather, hit a madam with a Magnum and split her atoms |
Tryna fathom the famine that will diminish the anger |
Got a place set at the table, we eating spinach with Strangers |
Sippin' Caribou Lou |
Spilling the sickest shit ever I tell 'em but who woulda knew it? |
I’m one of two in the crew, with a knife in my pocket and one in my shoe |
Surrounded by haters so what I’ma do? |
Thinkin' I gotta devise a game plan |
Get a ticket to kick it with Krizz and Nina |
So I guessin' I’m headed to Strangeland! |
And my main man, woulda told me to murk 'em |
Doin' the sin indeed, I’ma catch a couple more |
Then I’m formin' a human centipede |
Pause, I’m aware that they hatin', look it, they gotta diss |
Who the fuck is fuckin' with Tech, Kali, Ubi and Godemis? |
It’s unfair to be such a motherfucking rarity |
Beware that we tear many squares if he dares to be a parody |
Of this clarity, we bare that we share, swear we need therapy |
Prepare to see nare any spared caring is bare-ly there |
It’s unfair to be such a motherfucking rarity |
Beware that we tear many squares if he dares to be a parody |
Of this clarity, we bare that we share, swear we need therapy |
Prepare to see nare any spared caring is bare-ly there it’s unfair |
It’s unfair to be, doin' motherfuckin' charity |
You can pay a fuckin' fare for me |
Or really there ain’t nothin' there for me, move carefully |
I swear that we, fly as a parakeet, high as a Cherokee |
In my rhyme I spoke like Jeremy feel my fire, my smoke, my kerosene |
We-we-we don’t want no drama, we-we don’t want no trouble |
We-we can keep it peaceful if y-y'all can keep it humble |
I-I really don’t know what he come fo' |
But his name is the same as a gun yo |
Strangeland is a place that I seen in a dream |
Since I was runnin' 'round in my Umbro |
And you heard it direct from my mouthpiece |
Tech scouted me out, then found me |
Turn out we the perfect strangers, Larry Appleton and Balki |
I was out east, when the text came in |
With Tech sayin' what is 'bout to be |
Before you fuck me on the dough, know that everybody 'round here lookin' out |
for me |
Now that we got that in the air, I can feel the change in the atmosphere |
My crew been living in limbo, apparently all this rappin' has trapped us here |
And after years they hearin' we lost inside the dream not necessarily |
I won’t let this rap thing bury me, I’ma let these bat wings carry me |
Ytirar gnikcufrehtom a hcus eb ot riafnu s’ti |
Ydorap a eb ot serad eh fi serauqs ynam raet ew taht eraweb |
Ypareht deen ew raews, erahs ew taht erab ew, ytiralc siht fo |
Ereht yl-erab si gnirac deraps yna eran ees ot eraperp nut ssik |