[Tech N9ne]
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To whom it may concern...
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[Chorus]
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Why you ain't call me?
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You know I'm the hardest, you know that my art is applauded
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Why you ain't call me?
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I'm not broken-hearted, but I couldv'e been old when I started
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Why you ain't call me?
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You know I'm the hardest, you know that my art is applauded
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Why you ain't call me?
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You sleep on my music and that's a damn shame 'cause I slam my bang
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[Verse 1]
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I've been inside every hip-hop circle you could imagine
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Gangster or Pop, even backpackers know that I'm real good at rappin'
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I was strugglin' back in the day when my hood was lackin'
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yo so I'm 'bout to talk about what shoulda, woulda and coulda happened
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If music was about inovatin' and penetratin' generations by generatin' musical intergration
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It wouldn't be about limitation and demonstration
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imitation within a blatant looks just disentigratin'
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It ain't about the music, it's just about the fame
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If you ain't popular homie, then you just out the game
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If video and radio don't frequently announce your name
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They don't know your music even though you blow most out the frame
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But a closed mouth don't get fed when it stays shut
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Lay cuts with Tecca Nina 'cause he can straight bust
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Say what? You ain't heard of me gettin' paid bucks?
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Torrent y'all see me rippin' the stage up
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[Chorus]
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[Verse 2]
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I've been on tour with Hov, 'bout 27 shows
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Why he ain't have me on a record only heaven knows
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Maybe he missed us, missin' the big picture
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that this is a fixture, aw yeah, he got Twista!
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Well Twista's my homie and we both from the Midwest
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and I guess Hov ain't lookin' for another speedy rapper kid yet
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Me collaboratin' with them was all in me dreams
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Matter fact the only one of 'em called me was Beens
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He told me he played you The Industry Is Punks
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and you loved it so you know Tech is what the industry would want
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I started down at the bottom, got with TOG and then it payed
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but I wouldv'e loved to been on the third verse of Renegade
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They must think I'm a stick of dynamite with no stem
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That's probably why I got D12 but no Em!
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But I burst flame and I bet that y'all know my first name
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'cause I'm the hardest this side of Earth mane
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[Chorus]
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[Verse 3]
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This ain't no hate-mail, this a love letter
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I love you niggas' music and I hope is does better
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I just wish you woulda hit a brother that love cheddar
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but I'm ballin' now and I'm better than I was EVER
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Space age flows like Jesse and Primrose
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Tin-fold, I used to open-up, now I end shows
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Grim road, when you one of the best with slim dough
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and you ain't got Dre, Storch, Pharrell and no Timbo
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I've met almost half of the DTP
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but the couple times I spoke to Luda, don't think he see me
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Had never met I-20 but he spoke at BET
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Shawnna love me, Field Mob and Chingy decently speak me
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So I'ma re-inaurate the game, it's all fame
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and you don't get no play if you an emcee with a small name
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If I wanna get on TV I guess I gotta call Pain
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and Nelly, my great-grandmother's name is Maud Haynes
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[Hook]
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Maybe I'm trippin', full of delusion
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Maybe it come from all the drugs I was usin'
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Maybe I am the best thing that you ever saw
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Maybe I'm wrong and you don't know me at all
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I guess I'm blinded, I got reminded
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that none of you just will ever know who the N9ne is
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and you never heard of the homie from the Show-me
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PUNK THAT! I know you niggas know me
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[Chorus x2]
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Why You Ain't Call Me
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| Tech N9ne |
