Just Die
Tech N9ne Lyrics

Why
The artist is questioning why they give so much to those who do not understand the dedication and effort required to be successful

Do I give so much
The artist wonders why they exert so much effort and sacrifice for others

To those who don't know what it takes to be I
The artist feels frustrated that they give their all to people who do not comprehend the commitment and perseverance required to be themselves

It takes so much focus
The artist acknowledges that achieving success requires immense concentration and dedication

But they say this lotus I grew should just die
Despite the artist's effort and growth, they face criticism and discouragement, being told that their progress and potential should disappear

Why do I read, my art is starting to bleed and receding
The artist questions why they continue to consume negative feedback, causing their art to suffer and diminish

It's alive
Despite the challenges, the artist's art remains alive and present

Even though I'm woke up, this so sucks
Although the artist is aware and conscious, they are frustrated by the circumstances

How 'bout my throat cut
The artist expresses a desire for a drastic end to their suffering

Just a thought, excuse me while I get this off
The artist acknowledges that their desire for an end to their struggle is just a passing thought, and they apologize for expressing it

Tech is lost, read this then accepted naught
The artist feels misunderstood and undervalued, as people read their work but fail to appreciate its significance

Gave the game this, 20 years of Strange shit
The artist reflects on their two decades of offering unique and unconventional music to the industry

And I still retain this sick language I came with (cha)
Despite the passage of time, the artist maintains their distinctive and powerful style of expression

Tech is falling bitch shut up (shut up)
Despite facing challenges, the artist dismisses negativity and demands silence from critics

Death is calling, nigga what up (what up)
The artist acknowledges that death is a constant presence, but confidently confronts it

Your text is causing me to nut up
The artist declares that the negative messages they receive evoke strong emotional reactions within them

Crawling in the gutters coughing my blood up
The artist describes the emotional turmoil they experience, feeling low and even physically unwell

What if you found out you made me
The artist contemplates the impact of critics on their mental state and well-being

'Cause critics were driving me crazy
The artist acknowledges that the relentless criticism they face has negatively affected their mental health

This kinda thing shouldn't phase me
The artist asserts that they should not let the criticism affect them, although it is challenging

But it could be easier D-E-A-D
The artist suggests that death might provide an easier escape from their current struggles

Easier for me though
The artist admits that death might bring relief specifically for them

To another dimension and place we go
Death is seen as a transition to a different realm or existence

When I smother and weaken a Yates' ego
The artist expresses a desire to diminish and overpower their own ego

I'ma taste blood when I'd rather taste a Cheeto or Dorito
The artist uses a metaphor to highlight their preference for enjoying simple pleasures instead of experiencing strife and conflict

Life can be testing and stop in a hurry
The artist acknowledges the unpredictable and challenging nature of life, which can come to an abrupt end

Might be investing in stock then the jury
Life's circumstances can change unpredictably, leading to potential gains or losses

Gives you the F-ing not what you expecting
The artist implies that life often brings outcomes that are unexpected and disappointing

When I chew or section your cop and you bury
The artist uses violent imagery to express their ability to dismantle and defeat those who oppose them

I'd suppose I'd die for those to buy the ode
The artist suggests that they would sacrifice themselves for those who appreciate and support their work

And get the newer shit to fly to throw
They hope to release new music that captivates and excites their audience

I give 'em cooler hits that I compose
The artist takes pride in creating impressive and refreshing music

While the code dissing me and deny the flows
Despite their talent, there are critics who refuse to acknowledge the artist's skills and contributions

All the nay saying won't tempt me
The artist asserts that negative comments and criticisms will not sway or discourage them

And I ain't never been wimpy
The artist confidently states that they have never been cowardly or weak

But it's a thought when my tank is low and just about empty
When the artist's emotions and energy are depleted, they may briefly entertain the idea of giving up

How about I just die, die, die, die
The artist contemplates the possibility of ending their life as a means to escape their pain

It might stop the sorrow
They believe that their death could potentially bring an end to their suffering

Taking tomorrow away
Their death would rob them of their future and any possibility for a better day

Run from this shit bye, bye, bye, bye
The artist suggests a desire to escape their current situation and leave it behind

When my spirits are low
The artist acknowledges that their emotional state is currently low and downtrodden

No need to borrow day
They do not wish to rely on borrowed time or seek temporary relief from their suffering

Inside I just cry
Internally, the artist feels immense sadness and pain

Fuck that shit
They express frustration and a desire to reject the difficulties they face

Let's get off
The artist suggests moving away from the current topic or situation

All this shit 'bout Tech is soft
The artist is tired of hearing negative assertions that they are weak or ineffective

Exit cross, how could you not respect this off
The artist challenges those who fail to show respect for their talent and achievements

Take your time after time when you come for me
The artist warns their detractors to beware, as they will consistently defend themselves against attacks

Spit your swine at my rhyme for everyone to see
Critics attempt to degrade the artist's lyrics in public, but the artist believes their skill and talent is plain for all to witness

You don't even need a mouth
The artist points out that their critics do not require a voice or physical presence to criticize them

Hit me with the keys of deceit and I'm bleeding out
The artist feels wounded and harmed by the manipulative tactics employed by their critics

So this is the heated route
The artist realizes that responding angrily and passionately to criticism is the expected path

Been feeling defeated when reading conceited doubt
The artist admits that they have felt demoralized and discouraged when encountering arrogant doubts from others

But you can't fold up, Strange Music soldier
Despite the hardships, the artist refuses to give up because they are a determined and loyal representative of Strange Music

I thought I told ya my bows are like boulders
The artist confidently reminds others that their presence and impact are substantial and unyielding

I'm major, but I'll fade ya, 'cause of hater behavior
The artist proclaims their significance and influence, but also threatens to outshine and surpass those who engage in hateful actions

The savior awaits ya, you traitor, I'll break ya
The artist warns those who betray and oppose them that they will suffer consequences and be defeated

Talking 'bout when I bust, I spit
The artist refers to their rapid and powerful delivery when performing

Like when I crushed my zit
The artist compares their forceful and impactful rhymes to the release of pressure when popping a pimple

I am a legend, I'm 20 minus 11
The artist emphatically declares their status as a legendary figure, using wordplay to communicate their age

Here come the seven after what's my six
The artist references their upcoming seventh album after the release of their sixth

When you cuss my script on the media
The artist expresses frustration when their lyrics are criticized in the media

Talkin' 'bout I rushed my shit
Critics accuse the artist of producing their work hastily and without care

I'm telling you kcid ym kcus bitch
The artist responds to the criticism by telling the critics to reverse their negative comments

ENTERFEAR is here bitch
The artist confidently declares the arrival of their new album, challenging anyone who doubts their ability