(Tech N9ne verse)
(Sketch)
Due to years of experience, I wrote this in minutes
To my peers: if you're hearin' this you know I'ma win this
Goin' the distance, close to the finish
They're hopin' I quit ‘cause they use the tears of a lyricist like dope in syringes
They get high off your pain, they want you broke and imprisoned
While you're alive it's a shame, you feel like no one'll listen
But once you die they go claim, they you were GOAT and they're missin' what you provided the game
If goin' gold is the mission, try croakin' and then you'll see you record sold in an instant
Don't get defensive and become one of the foes I diminish
They know my flow is acidic, I grow cold when I spit it
If hoes opposin' my clique, then I'm slow roastin' a critic
There's no ignoring the sk**, when we speak, we bless beats
We're the source of the thrill, never seethe, we stress free
Every story is filled with gorier k**s, but it's a good thing I'm warrior built
At peace with P.T.S.D