What If It Was Me (feat. Krizz Kaliko)

[Tech N9ne]

Free your mind, and remember

Winners are not people who never fail

But people who never quit

All I ever wanted was to sell

Records to the people make a lot of mil', yessir

Rap to me, it was the holy grail

I'm gonna go and do it, I'm never gonna fail

Yeah, but first I gotta make it out of Hell

[Tech N9ne]

Wake up and I see crime

All of us we on it's eat time

My homies love me yelling "Peace N9ne"

At the same time, throwing B signs

Throwing em back and repping the street, I'm

Doing music and I'm writing beast rhymes

But my V-Slimes, had no weak minds

Got with the music, started a group and we shine

Music gave us hella hope

Made it up out of the bangin' and sellin' dope

We were stronger than a bottle of Yoke

Till one of our members found a kid to grope

Then your honor gave the peddy the rope

Losing a man, the band began to slope

Never did think a plan was damned to croak

So doing it solo-dolo stands the G.O.A.T

Started making hella LP's

2000, all the way to five, felt free

Because of the hand the label dealt me

But in ‘06 Fontana helped us melt cheese

Number one independent gonna be spending a ton of funds, in a minute

That's when the government want the sums, then I send it

In a couple of months I'm done and replenished

[Tech N9ne]

Everywhere I go, I'm selling out the show

Around the world I kill em and everybody know

Whenever we hit the studio

And Tecca Nina drop, hot

Even though I will go toe to toe

If somebody bang on me, but I'm rolling in the dough

And I'm really respected and protected

Chances of me getting shot, not

[Tech N9ne]

Everyone loving the Tech

Publishin', I get a check

Loving the cities that with me, the people that call me the best

I don't have any regret, but it's a bit of neglect

Missing my babies I love em and none of 'em leaving me yet

Feeling good like a villain should

In a mansion, but I'm still in hoods

Not like Trayvon, J's on

Khaki shorts with a red tee like I will and could

I can conceal it my permits say

If evil happens to swerve this way

Hope nobody deserves quick spray

I feel an angelic surge this day

They feeling my songs

Been doing it long

They want me to sell 'em my CD right outta my home

Cos I'm in the zone

I'm putting em on in front of the store when a couple of police won't leave me alone

Why they tripping?

I fit the description

It's two of them rushing me I'm on a solo mission

To get people to listen, but they pushing and kicking me

I'm on the ground when they telling me, "Cause of a gun suspicion"

It was in my pocket, ain't trying pop it

When they scared of a brother with a gun no one can stop it

Then one of em lost it, and then I was shot quick

Officers took me to heaven, I'm dead and with multiple rockets

Didn't matter I was good and living inside a mansion next to ball players

'Cause of the move he made was drastic now I lay in a casket carried by my pallbearers

Fears what I see, making em kill a G

Rotten apple in the batch; don't tell the rest to flee

This happened in Baton, R-O-U-G-E, even I fit the description

What if it was me?

[Krizz Kaliko]

What if it was me

What if I never got the one chance to be

Everything and everywhere I go, I wouldn't see

If by your hand you took that from me

But what if it were me?

Laying right there

I'll never get up again, it's so unfair

My babies cry out

You never cared

Things that we do make each other so scared

So what if it was you there?

(Should I just) Take your life

(Should I bust) Make your wife widowed, withered, hugging the pillow

The scent of you still on her

Spirit she feels on her

The whole world weeps

Blood we all spill on her

And I know, it’s ill will; the pill’s hard to swallow

How should I feel when I'm being followed (followed)

By the words that you say to me? (Crazy)

And you saved my life, take my life

[Krizz Kaliko & Tech N9ne]

I gotta fight, all of the night with cops, crips, bloods with sore fists

I gotta fight, all of the night with cops, crips, bloods with sore fists

I gotta fight, all of the night with cops, crips, bloods with sore fists

I gotta fight, all of the night with cops, crips, bloods with sore fists and them Nazis