| I reached out when my homie Lo Key found him online
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| He blew my mind with his rhymes, he sounded sublime
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| He showed me I wasn’t the only one down for the grind
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| We kept in touch and grew closer as the time went on
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| Till we became best friends and the bind was strong
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| Sittin' up and just straight talkin' like from nine to dawn
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| Our mutual struggle to be heard defined our bond
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| He was the only one who understood what it was like
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| The struggle and strife to make a name jugglin' life
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| Trying to become something bigger than some regular guys
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| Like eagles with our wings pinned trying to spread 'em and fly
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| We kept our friendship secret as a joke and a plot
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| That we’d reveal it in his new video that I shot
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| But when the video dropped, and I saw he cut all my parts
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| It felt like I had a damn dagger stuck in my heart
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| But it’s a dead horse now, can we all just move on
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| But it’s a dead horse now, it’s really been too long
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| But it’s a dead horse now, I’m thinking that it’s time that we all just leave
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| it alone
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| I’m telling you
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| But it’s a dead horse now, and it’s already been said
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| But it’s a dead horse now, it’s gone and it’s been dead
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| But it’s a dead horse now, feeling like it’s time that we all just leave it
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| alone
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| Now Strange Music fans, listen, I have to oblige
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| Tech N9ne is straight one of the dopest rappers alive
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| I won’t lie, some of them crazy delivery patterns are fly
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| And on a personal level he ain’t that bad of a guy
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| I was a big fan of him right out of the gate
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| I first heard Tech spit in two thousand and eight (2008)
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| Flippin' through MySpace I came across Night and Day from Everready
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| Played it and was like «Wow, that was great!»
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| He had the rhymes, had the speed, had the harmony down
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| And Rob Rebeck on the mix, with the barbarous sound
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| His stage show was straight nuts, no matter the spot
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| So as a rapper you could imagine how happy I got
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| When I got invited to meet him in Santa Barbara that day
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| And then drove like eight hundred miles at eighty dollars a tank
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| And spent my whole check to show Tech a couple of songs
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| But got kicked off of the bus cause the game was on
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| So that’s the gist of what happened with Funk Volume and Strange
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| But looking back my perspective wasn’t all that pertained
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| I’ve done a lot of growing up in the past two years
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| So as a man here’s a couple things I ask you hear
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| All I ever really wanted was the love of a friend
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| Who could relate to my struggle, and thus was akin
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| Along with the validation from professional peers
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| To whom I looked up to justify the stress and my tears
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| So when I felt Hop betrayed me, it cut me deep
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| And getting kicked off of the bus hurt enough to weep
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| So when my situation got bleak, I hatched me a ploy
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| To throw a fit and lash out like a sad little boy
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| It wasn’t Tech’s fault his manager treated me bad
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| But I dissed him for the buzz that I seen that he had
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| And in the process I flipped off a legend of rap
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| And made a horrible impression I could never get back
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| Now with my homie, Hop, it was even deeper than that
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| The bond we shared, I should’ve worked to keep it intact
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| But instead, I let my anger overcome me and snapped
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| And ripped a gash in between us too rugged to patch
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| But it wasn’t just that, I trashed every one of his acts
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| And hit SwizZz with elaborate redundant attacks
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| And used my whole platform as a big bullhorn
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| That turned a once-pure friendship ugly and black
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| And even though I might have felt validated inside
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| I wasn’t gracious, I reacted out of anger and pride
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| And at the same time stigmatized my name
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| And defamed the notoriety I tried to gain
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| And tried to blame other people for a course of events
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| I could’ve stopped from even happening before it commenced
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| And ever since, have lost fans, lost respect
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| Lost any chance to ever do a song with Tech
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| Lost a best friend, pissed off loads of his fans
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| Lost potential opportunities to grow and advance
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| And I was speaking on God, while diggin' a grave
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| In a vast misappropriation of the gifts that he gave
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| I was blind with the justice and redemption I craved
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| But I never stopped to think about the picture displayed |
| I made myself look small as an infant and paved
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| A trail of my own destruction with the bricks that I laid
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| So listen, to Dame, Hop, Tech, SwizZz and the gang
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| Hoppa, Benton, Krizz Kaliko and Dizzy the same
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| I’m ashamed of all the dirt that I kicked on your names
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| I was hurt and lashed out, and you were fit for the blame
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| So I apologize. |
| Simple and plain
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| There’s no excuse for it I was sinful and vain
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| I acted out my bitter anger as a vent for the pain
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| And ignored the same message I was sent to proclaim
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| And to the fans, listen, all that I ask
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| Is if you’re in the same position don’t follow my path
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| Any punk can start swinging when the gauntlet is cast
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| But it takes a real man to sit back and swallow the wrath
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| And even if you don’t deserve it, just take it and chill
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| Cause people hurt you as a symptom of the pain that they feel
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| And probably from somebody hurting them the way they did you
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| Then the cycle will continue till the hatred is through
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| So if you got somebody out there and you know who they are
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| You really cared about, who left you heartbroken and scarred
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| It might be time to swallow that pride and punch in a call
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| And put an end to that sick cycle once and for all
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| And even if it feels like it’s beyond repair
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| Fixing your half’s the only thing you’re called to bear
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| But unless you try, you’ll never know, and who could be mad?
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| One day you two could look back like «Yeah, it used to be bad but…»
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| Regardless of what happens, we should always take that first step to make it
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| right.
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| Holding on to anger and hatred is cancerous, and understanding and forgiveness
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| is the only cure |