Sketch the Bottom Feeder - Tech N9ne - PTSD (Warrior Built Emcee Contest) ft. Sketch the Bottom Feeder lyrics

(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