[Verse 1: Tech N9ne]
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They said I really don't rhyme anymore
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And dreaded the moment the N9na find any dough
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Climb in these hoes, he never will shine when he flow
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What are you listening to? The music I'm giving to you
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Is killing the muthafuckas you kick it and jiggle it to
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Some of you get it, but a lot of you never let it
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Cause you know when it get up into your woman, I'mma wet it
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I'mma wake up, everybody break up, the haters
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We do it for real and never do fakers, amaze us
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Tecca Nina spending cake up in Vegas
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Got the mule and 40 acres decades ago
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Nigga, I'mma [?] to grow, look at it
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When we city to city, Tech pays the dough
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Watching my lyrical bull-et lay ya low
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Next way to go and she with it so let's [?]
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These bustas be so funny, they all shakin' when I rip
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But in my face, they be so chummy, nigga, y'all, fake it when I flip
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When they know my flow is money, y'all is bogus so go get from me
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Man, I'm over this, how they grungy when they all take it in the hip?
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War, I declare, till Donny air
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And I want ¡MAYDAY!, Kaliko, Stevie Stone, Ubi and Godi there
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I'm gonna push this hip-hop music to the fullest till I be mayor
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I don't give a fuck if I swear, this the goddamn remix to "Nobody Cares"
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[Hook: Krizz Kaliko (Crystal Watson) {Tech N9ne}]
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Everything in my head, all these words that I said
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(Nobody cares) Nobody cares
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(And nobody gives a damn what I say, who I am)
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(Nobody cares) Nobody Cares
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These bright lights, show my life {nobody cares}
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(No one, no one, no one, no one cares, nobody, nobody)
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[Verse 2: Wrekonize]
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Stare in the face of the careless pair
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This facts, ain't nobody gotta say no more
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I been breaking my back, while you been crazy relaxed
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A workaholic with a bit of crooked halo-lo
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Paint so pro that I can't go prone
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You better get a step and let the maintenance know
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That I kick in doors and get to stickin' whores
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All cause I'm loving every minute that I grace this show
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Game beater, came sweeter, every word they said to me is "damn", diva
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Vein heater, flame speaker, ¡MAYDAY! mace, they spray liters
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[?] all out cause I'm tearing the crowd
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They know I came to drop 'em down a whole lot of stairs
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Rockin' so rare, I'm a topper, don't stare
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Cause ya know [?], nobody cares
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[Verse 3: Godemis]
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Catch this bullet, who's the receiver?
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I never learn how to follow a leader
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In need of a medic or reticle bleeder
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You don't give a flying fuck, well, me neither
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Maybe I'm overthinking it, look at the way I'm linkin' it
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With words, I'm a seamstress
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Got plenty of fuel, I pity the fool
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And tell 'em ridicule is the bird and the genius
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And I mean this, like I seen this
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Coming but it don't mean shit to y'all
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I'mma pedal to the metal and whenever they ready
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They said it, I'm coming to get it till I hit the wall
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Stealing all, of the [?], placement of tables turn a bit
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So who the fuck's turn is it?
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Couldn't give two shits, see, I'm not concerned with it
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[Hook]
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[Verse 4: Bernz]
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Is it that my shit's too catchy?
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Is it that these hits come naturally?
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Is it that we the chosen ones
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And y'all never get picked so you act like a bitch?
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Tell me why cause you're making me feel bad
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Can we all get along? Don't be mad
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Carry on, fuck it, bring the feedback
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I feel so at home where the odds'll be stacked
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Crash course into music business
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Better trust yo' muthafuckin' instincts
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Cause these [?] are scared of what's different
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Until it's banging on top of hit lists
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And that's why the industry's fake shit
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And Strange Music's here to reign, bitches
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We killed the whole opposition
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All cause our fans are fuckin' hellicious
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[Verse 5: Ubiquitous]
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Sometimes, if you say the word, the word falls
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On death [?] into half, forget it
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It feels like nobody'll care until you stare
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Back apathetic, and that's pathetic
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Matter fact, it's not in my rap genetics
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Whatever the fuck you was after, get it
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The law of magnetic attraction'll come and cause
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Reaction, dog, you only have to let it
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Act upon my instinct when I set the bar
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Let the cards fall where they may play
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52, now pick it up, I, make the mess
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Maybe yes, that's where they stay
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No, fear to show, I'm clear to go
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Anybody else who ever been here should know
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That I've always had a passion and purpose
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It's far from a theory, yo, but y'all don't hear me though
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[Hook]
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[Bridge: Stevie Stone (x2)]
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Eeeee! Hit 'em with the muthafucka
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They don't wanna come with the N9ne
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I'mma get 'em, Kaliko, ¡MAYDAY!, Ces Cru
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Strangeland, we mix all wit'em like
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[Verse 6: Stevie Stone]
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Muthafucka, in the meanwhile, hear the remix
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We bound with a mean now, rush time
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Stage killer fuckin' with a main nigga
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But the other Strange nigga, Brotha Lynch, gon' cut 'em up
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Come in a noose, ya (cover contusions), vertical movement
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(The kid is a problem, better yet, he a nuisance)
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All on my dick, nigga!
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[Verse 7: Krizz Kaliko]
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I'll get off my own dick, nigga, if you get off it
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I'm sick, nigga, puke it off, [?] refuse to walk it
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Independent nigga who's [?] refuse to loss
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And, if ya get offended, bust a move's an option
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On the low (low), too many people is peepin'
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We frequently eat up a piece of fajita, think he equal to me
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I let him know that he could be in the seat
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And takin' off his feet about it and I'mma tweet about it
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Reppin', me and the Tech, nigga, we effin'
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When we done, they wish we never left it
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And I'm guessin' you never had to pull out your weapon
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I'm the next best, give 'em a lesson (okay)
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The way we eat a nigga's lunch, [?]
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Man, fuck it
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Nobody Cares: (The Remix)
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| Tech N9ne |
