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​This Is Me/Goodbye

This song is by Tech N9ne and appears on the album Everready (The Religion) (2006).

(Intro: Tech N9ne)
Hahahaha, in the world of BET
I'm just too better than rock and roll huh
In the world of MTV
My name is too gangsta huh, hahaha
Man, Stragne Music we got this baby
This year we got this one baby
Red hair, red everything
It's Tech N9ne baby like it or not

(Verse 1: Tech N9ne)
Never been a harder rhymer in my region or globally that's holdin' me I'm totaly hard and bossed up
Why you think the majority of the rap musical authority sword me, I balled and crossed 'em
'Cause they don't wanna let the crazy kid in then
Spit his hiems speakin' a grim religion
Of rhyme, forbiddin my hisems are hidden
My mind, to written then spittin' the kid in
The N9ne, is playin' you, slayin' you, sprayin' you, permanently delayin' you, swayin' through
It's the gay in you that's hatin' who somethin' that hella beyond that does
(I love Kanye, his shit is bombay, but I'm rough)
And you can see it in my retina
That I won't be lettin' ya
Threatinas better respect Tech the messenger
Too dope on this to be
History listen it's a mystery
Why they spittin' and dissin' me

(Hook: Tech N9ne and Big Krizz Kalico)
This is me (this is me)
I'm a king, I'm a klown, I'm a G (I'm a G)
I believe what I want
Got you singin' my song
But your seein' me wrong
So what's a matter with me?
This is the belief (the belief)
The religion has arisin' from the deep (from the deep)
Darkest prison if you listen you will see (you will see)
If colision your decision you will reap what you sow so forget what you know this is me

(Verse 2: Tech N9ne)
This is Tech bra
For years I've been the next to collect a plethra of checks let's get extra
Is what I set ta
Travis let's go select the baddest rappers infect the planet leave 'em in exta
See I'm a vet the powers don't really wanna let the best
Come and wreck the sets and test your sector
Instead of rawness like Inspecta Deckta
Eldest rather set they specs on Mason Betha
Slept on my records
If you knew my music's Hannibal Lecta
What the hell you callin' for Masta Flex for?
Don't pester me I won't sweet you be on a quest to
Investagate your techma respect the
Shockra tease in hop to these
Hot degress me and Mr. O apostrophe
Never listen to these pop-a-C's 'cause they suck!
(I love 50 Cent he gritty went he vent but I'm rough)
And you can see it in my demeanor
The Tecca Nina will blast arenas
The grass is greener
Made it ma to the top of the world
Kiss me, miss me (This Is Me)
Can't you see?

(Verse 3: Tech N9ne)
The industry treat me like a ride on the short bus
That's why I'm tellin' they youngstas when you retort cuss
And make your fort fuss
Cause you went out on Sam Goody on F.Y.E. with they money and you support us
Strangers, Shadies, Psychopaths and Juggalos
Losers, Shooters, College women and Gutter hoes
Rock it from precious dough
Drops it just lets it flow
Cop it don't knock it you block it stop at the record sto'
This is Aaron Yates thizlely and Rain
This is for little Donnie, this is for all Lequoia's pain
This is, for the sickness of Marty Sue
This is for all the love of Sarah, Susie, Ira-Mae and Aizzyda Lou
This is for Ike and Ricky
Rufus Rhonda, Barbara, and Marla really
This is for B'zle and I know that rest of my family is with me
This is my friends, this is the end, this is the G
This is life, this is wrong, this right, this is me!