[Intro: Prozak] Tech N9ne! Prozak! King Gordy! Access Denied!
[Verse 1: Prozak] All my life I been denied, 7th grade attempted suicide Remained alive, isolated state of my mind Confined to prison My visions of multiple killing I've tried to fit in different clinks Raps, jocks, or the chinks So what the fuck? I'm trynna find a place to call my own 9th grade trial by jury, only 16 years old Found not guilty back in '93 victim of society Hatred and mass murder and thoughts inside of me My mind exposed to a paradox of pain It's all the same, playa haters speakin my name in vain Underground rap game king 9 milimeter, brains, flames, comin out of your vains From Detroit to KC fuck the industry (why?) Because they hate me, they wanna but the can't be me I guess that's how I'm depicted, arrested but never convicted Prozak, King Gordy, Tecca Ninna, Self Inflicted
[Verse 2: Tech N9ne] I don't make my music for no motherfucking whites I don't make my music for no motherfucking blacks To keep Ninna's project steady runnin of the shelfs I make my music for my motherfucking self Fuck the industry with a tip stuffed full of henessy Then take the torch of this shit and bust on my enemies Positive energy, you could not change me You got that beat, I take that beat and flip it strangely The major labels did not know what to do with me You knew I was crazy if you went to school with me Created a king kong because I sing songs Got hoes on labels swingin on ding dongs World wide respected Ya boy said we ain't kissin no motherfuckin ass to be accepted That's what I'm talkin bout, rapless revived You trynna get inside? Access denied
[Verse 3: King Gordy] How many times must you die just to live? Suicides on your mind so you kill Your whole life trynna find something real Your whole life confined tight and sealed Don't you lie to me Christ cuz you will Cuz then I might put you right where I live Eternal lights the nights are in hell Soul downsized cuz we blinded by shields Spineless ,you just trynna hide your own fears It is priceless you are dyin right here Why am I crucified by my peers? As a child trynna hide my own tears I'll keep my pride despite how I feel With the knife beside it's a thrill Gordy, Prozak, and Tech N9ne is so ill You tried to die, access denied, please try again
[Hook: Prozak] ACCESS DENIED! (Access denied! Access denied! Access denied!) ACCESS DENIED! (Access denied! Access denied! Access denied!) ACCESS DENIED! (Access denied! Access denied! Access denied!) ACCESS DENIED! (Access denied! Access denied! Access denied!)Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
