Fragile (feat. Kendrick Lamar, ¡MAYDAY! & Kendall Morgan) (исполнитель: Tech N9ne)
[Intro: Wrekonize] You said you'd never ever break... down But here I am sweeping... pieces off of the ground You said you'd nevAnnotateer, ever play... to crowds But I've seen you hoping to play songs to them now I've spent all night long scared of tomorrow, I broke my alarm Everything is almost lost, pick it up slow, before it's gone... [Hook: Wrekonize & Kendall Morgan] Fragile... Wish I'dve known... I never thought I'd be so.... fragile You're not alone... Invent it and break before it's about to... We've been here before... I don't ever wanna change, I'm fragile... I don't ever... [Verse 1: Tech N9ne] Some of the people are Pulitzer, give an opinion Never do get it I want you [bad word] on and gobble a jimmy and... die Need to be given the remedy and why? Critics are really the enemy and I Can't stand the way they slam today's gifted Effin' incredible, get fanned away with grands to pay This jam Wale scripted Deaf and impeccable Write a rhyme and I put everything in a flow I'm the... ...has never been at a show By the times it'll be better, leave it in the stove Cause they wrote nothin' but lies, quotes stuck in my eyes Amateur writer dissin' He's a beginner and hopes for your demise, folks I'mma despise Never do try to listen It's real - I'm mad Clueless when you scribble on your pad How you gonna criticize now with a chisel on you now sizzling your [bad word] You don't really get why I'm so [bad word] Understand this: I'm an artist, and I'm sensitive about my [bad word] yes I'm [Hook] [Verse 2: Kendrick Lamar] Tell me that I'm famous Tell me that my name is Big as Venus Jupiter and then Uranus Tell me that your [bad word] got your head in it I can smell the articles and know you're heinous Tell me that you love me, always thinkin' of me Unconditional, I'm hoping I'm your favourite Grab a fishing pole and throw me with the sharks That's the feelin' I get when you're concentratin' On this pen, on this pad Tell me you're willin' to diss on my craft Tell me the feelin' of pickin' apart this track Stop... Puttin' my heart and my soul in these lines Tellin' me platinum and gold all the time Lookin' to bury, a deep hole for mine Drop... This is more than you, and this is more than you And your entire building slanderin' and abusin' What I call the [bad word] from a student Told myself to use a poem as an UZI Empty magazine, I seen a magazine You seen my trigger finger, then I started shootin' That was nicotine, I'm bout to smoke 'em all And journalists involved should've known my music [Hook]