Tech N9ne - Like I Died [Remix] Tima | Текст песни

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• Like I Died [Remix] Tima

Like i was hiding in a cave
keeping all my soldiers enraged
get em' all to the usa
for MORE DRAMA!
But the us soldiers were brave
found my cave, did a raid
.50 calibers sprayed and the grave said OSAMA!
Cause of death severe frontal lobe TRAUMA!
When i resurrected, neglected to go RAMA!
"?Gone I'm sho gone a'?"
Show that you has no Honor.
Haunt the White House but, i got Ectoplasm from OBAMA!
Like i snatched a lady up in my OLD HONDA!
Then it turned out to be it was KIMBO'S MAMA!
Get her back to the crib where i kill and i grow ganja
she flipped and stuck a nigga then beat me to death with my ?chrome lama?
Like I'm a gangsta rappin' with no ?MANA?
?Terry game aint no fame or no NANNA?
NO GENRE!
Like i broke into ?Cots? to get lyrics and got murked by SINEAD O'CONNER!

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Play my music like,
like i was Michael in the ICU.
Probably watchin the news
hopin' that i'll be cool.
Paintin' pictures of my album covers.
Remember where you was the day you heard i was in the grave being played number 8
He was the hero
In the air,
The Untamed.
Most imaginative renegade.
Never got played.
Feel like I'm Superman but, nobody's in danger
die for the salvation of music
born in ?a manger?
hypothetically ready to get up and set it off
on a stage, but a hater ran up and ?lit? it off
so everytime I'm
brought up online
change your statuses to "Commemorate the young one,"
"Mr. Smith, the late, great, the bomb"
be sad when you realize the best is gone
and when it happens, you prolly gon' be rappin' along
i massacred them other rappers with songs
so play my music like i died

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Like i got Herpagonasyphilaids (gone!)
Wrists slit, with a razor blade of my (own!)
Like i was in a car wreck
couldnt stop my neck from snappin'.
Run up in the dope spot and try to stop em from trappin'.
Try to make niggas and ariens brothas
run up on Crips n' Bloods
tell em they both wearin' the wrong colors.
Like i let a Mass Gunman approach me
Went to Michael Jackson's Doctor and asked him if he could dose me
Told Shantee Hendersen that i love her
DEAD, from hittin super head without a rubber
?cavose? and overdose and hits of X pills
was in Brother Lynch's kitchen when he plotted his next kill
Like i frequently vacation in Haiti
Raped a Vegas hooker, told her pimp he should pay me
at OJ's house and creepin' out with his Lady
before he shaved me i holla'd "KALI BABY!!"

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