Rittz – Indestructible

[Intro]
Fell a victim to myself again
But who’s gonna help me when
I need ’em
Pray, they pray on my demise they can smell the scent
We can’t lose in strength
I see ’em
Think like you’re sinking they won’t let you drown
The ones that you trust come and kick while you’re down
They stomp you enough you won’t get off the ground
Anymore

[Hook: Rittz]
When your worth feels under attack but you won’t flee
When a person is shackled and trapped but they broke free
Double crossed, get stabbed in your back but you won’t bleed
When it all falls flat but you’re back up on both feet
In the end, you’re indestructible

[Verse 1]
In the booth but I took one fall
On stage, faking you’re thinking it’s all good
I was just in a green room
Had me crying looking at my lady lying in a pool of her own blood
Through a text, cut herself for something that I’ve done
Overseas but I always get followed by bad luck
Bad time I called up my homie but he ain’t wanna console me
Instead he told me that Top of the Line sucked
He was buzzed like I was put on Tech N9ne’s bus
Tryna fight the tin can, I was in the wrong
I was sick, had untreated strep throat doctors didn’t catch
Had a rash spreading up my arms
Spreading up my legs
A fever that stick around for months
No days off, tremor skin crawling in my (?)
Of course my voice would be hoarse for these huge crowds
I was dying, why the fuck he calling me a drunk
Damaging my reputation, need a restoration
Had to rest or put a halt to all my calls
My homie think I’m dodging him outta
Desperation, he said he gonna kill himself, it’s all my fault
This is deja vu, back in 2014 when I came home broke
Eight grand in the hole
Had to postpone having kids, owning a home
Gotta go through the motion alone ’cause

[Hook]
When your worth feels under attack but you won’t flee
When a person is shackled and trapped but they broke free
Double crossed, get stabbed in your back but you won’t bleed
When it all falls flat but you’re back up on both feet
In the end, you’re indestructible

[Verse 2]
Get comfortable, love the show
Adjust or fold the crutch you hold
You trusted those that cut your throat
They dug the hole that stunt your growth
Disrupt the flow and that shot
Like I struck your pole
But thunk the most, your (?) to glow
The suds are so inside your soul
A bubble blown you bust or poke
You’re punching holes
You couldn’t even walk in my shoe, barely scuffed the sole
Or play a couple notes
Took a shot, smoke a blunt, maybe numb your nose like who cares
It’s Rittz, bitch

[Verse 3]
Homie fresh up out of jail, a violent environment
Tryin’ hard to turn his life around and his mindset
Never had a nine-to-five, places he applied at
Said he wasn’t hiring, he coming out retirement
I couldn’t really blame him hard or rearrange the wire and
Here’s somebody bring the hotter game that they desiring
Attained and acquiring, cocaine pirates
Wrist game wh-wh-whipping like a (wire is?)
Scars on my skin but surviving in a fire pit
Hold on how (?) burns
Gotta do your research on the people that you keep around assuming they believe in teamwork
Hate to see ’em coming up when I see you reverse
Want to see the street curve when you’re trying to go straight
I was trying to throw shade but it never holds weight
But I gotta know my scope won’t fold, won’t break, ’cause

[Hook]
When your worth feels under attack but you won’t flee
When a person is shackled and trapped but they broke free
Double crossed, get stabbed in your back but you won’t bleed
When it all falls flat but you’re back up on both feet
In the end, you’re indestructible

Tech N9ne – I Get It Now (feat. Krizz Kaliko) (The Storm Deluxe Edition Album)

[Intro]
Industry does not, feel you
I’m sick of this shit
Blind bitches wish
N9ne’s wickedness away

[Verse 1]
Motherfuckin’ killer B
There’s about to become a distillery
The majority don’t really feel a G
With the paint and a dark soliloquy
Music, they said killed the fee
Me, Krizz, and Makzilla free
So I’m gonna have to keep it real with me
Fuck them straight with agility
They callin’ me crazy
Don’t wanna play me
So I make the music that will target their babies
And open ’em up to wicked shit
They wanna know how hip is this
This never been no hipster shit
So the fakers see me and dis the ‘fit
I ain’t cool like the late great Biggie Smalls, the illest
So I went the route of a killer clown comin’ to pillage a village
Steady tryin’ to get ’em all to feel it
But I learned you can’t please everybody
When my mother was livin’ they used to say "your son is scary Maudie"
I don’t give a flyin’, dyin’
Spy inside of al-Qaeda, they lyin’
When tryin’ to diss Tech N9ne
And when they all shall buy us
I don’t fit the part for main stream cause I’m rougher
Only time they wanna look like me is Halloween motherfucker
I realize I’m not inviting

[Hook: Tech N9ne & Krizz Kaliko]
You ain’t with it
Sit it down
I’m a vicious
Wicked clown
And I’m livid when the critics give us frowns
Trippin’ with this nigga’s sound
Yup, I get it now
Get it, me and you, we are not the same
We unequal and the people is to blame, get it?
I get it now
I guess I got the wrong pants on
And I don’t really make no dance songs, get it?
I get it now

[Interlude]
Y’all can’t tell I’m fuckin’ myself up more and more on purpose?
I love scarin’ the hell out of y’all, haha

[Verse 2]
Stick the masses, whack it off in the casket
Sound like they wrist broken like put the fuckin’ lotion in the basket
How is he livin’ lavish when he rap really fast and he mask it?
They don’t get it when I gas it
They laugh at it, mad it ain’t ratchet
They wanna wear clothes just like A$AP Rocky, like Yeezy and Drake
That’s what they identify with, not with a nigga with the clown paint on his face
I get it that I’m wicked
When I spit it they be comin’ to get ’em a ticket
Talk a lot of shit at the gate and they got to zip it
When I’m bustin’, they open up to somethin’ different and dig it
I get it, I never looked like the average black dude
Track shoes, gold teeth, and covered in tattoos
Yak, booze, reeking and chiefing the sack through
Speakin’ about reaching them hardened hat screws
Jack move
Yes I’ve become a big boss
But I’ll never be cool as Rick Ross
That’s okay, N9ne’s been rhyming
And now he’s shining
Perfect timing

[Hook: Tech N9ne & Krizz Kaliko]
You ain’t with it
Sit it down
I’m a vicious
Wicked clown
And I’m livid when the critics give us frowns
Trippin’ with this nigga’s sound
Yup, I get it now
Get it, me and you, we are not the same
We unequal and the people is to blame, get it?
I get it now
I guess I got the wrong pants on
And I don’t really make no dance songs, get it?
I get it now

[Outro: Tech N9ne & Woman Speaking in Reverse]
So what I’ve come to realize is I will never fit in
So it’s my duty to make sure that I stand the fuck out
Meht etinu lliw eh esuac’ ,meht sthgif reven eh yhw s’taht ,meht ekil gnihton s’eH
If this thing does not kill you
Grind back to back tracks
Find racks on racks
N9ne’s stacking that all day