The Jokerr - Dead Horse (A Final Word to Funk Volume & Strange Music) | Текст песни

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[Verse 1]
Yo, I first met Hop back in two thousand and nine (2009)
I reached out when my homie Lo Key found him online
He blew my mind with his rhymes, he sounded sublime
He showed me I wasn't the only one down for the grind
We kept in touch and grew closer as the time went on
Till we became best friends and the bind was strong
Sittin' up and just straight talkin' like from nine to dawn
Our mutual struggle to be heard defined our bond
He was the only one who understood what it was like
The struggle and strife to make a name jugglin' life
Trying to become something bigger than some regular guys
Like eagles with our wings pinned trying to spread 'em and fly
We kept our friendship secret as a joke and a plot
That we'd reveal it in his new video that I shot
But when the video dropped, and I saw he cut all my parts
It felt like I had a damn dagger stuck in my heart

[Hook]
But it's a dead horse now, can we all just move on
But it's a dead horse now, it's really been too long
But it's a dead horse now, I'm thinking that it's time that we all just leave it alone
I'm telling you
But it's a dead horse now, and it's already been said
But it's a dead horse now, it's gone and it's been dead
But it's a dead horse now, feeling like it's time that we all just leave it alone

[Verse 2]
Now Strange Music fans, listen, I have to oblige
Tech N9ne is straight one of the dopest rappers alive
I won't lie, some of them crazy delivery patterns are fly
And on a personal level he ain't that bad of a guy
I was a big fan of him right out of the gate
I first heard Tech spit in two thousand and eight (2008)
Flippin' through MySpace I came across Night and Day from Everready
Played it and was like "Wow, that was great!"
He had the rhymes, had the speed, had the harmony down
And Rob Rebeck on the mix, with the barbarous sound
His stage show was straight nuts, no matter the spot
So as a rapper you could imagine how happy I got
When I got invited to meet him in Santa Barbara that day
And then drove like eight hundred miles at eighty dollars a tank
And spent my whole check to show Tech a couple of songs
But got kicked off of the bus cause the game was on

[Hook]

[Verse 3]
So that's the gist of what happened with Funk Volume and Strange
But looking back my perspective wasn't all that pertained
I've done a lot of growing up in the past two years
So as a man here's a couple things I ask you hear
All I ever really wanted was the love of a friend
Who could relate to my struggle, and thus was akin
Along with the validation from professional peers
To whom I looked up to justify the stress and my tears
So when I felt Hop betrayed me, it cut me deep
And getting kicked off of the bus hurt enough to weep
So when my situation got bleak, I hatched me a ploy
To throw a fit and lash out like a sad little boy
It wasn't Tech's fault his manager treated me bad
But I dissed him for the buzz that I seen that he had
And in the process I flipped off a legend of rap
And made a horrible impression I could never get back
Now with my homie, Hop, it was even deeper than that
The bond we shared, I should've worked to keep it intact
But instead, I let my anger overcome me and snapped
And ripped a gash in between us too rugged to patch
But it wasn't just that, I trashed every one of his acts
And hit SwizZz with elaborate redundant attacks
And used my whole platform as a big bullhorn
That turned a once-pure friendship ugly and black
And even though I might have felt validated inside
I wasn't gracious, I reacted out of anger and pride
And at the same time stigmatized my name
And defamed the notoriety I tried to gain
And tried to blame other people for a course of events
I could've stopped from even happening before

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