Red Nose by Tech N9ne
(Chorus)
That's real
People act a different way with me
I feel don't nobody wanna play with me
And that's ill cause they treat me like a stain on their clothes
The industry are my foes
They treat me like I got a red nose, red nose, red nose
They put me down
And treat me like I got a red nose, red nose, red nose
Don't make me clown
And have to go put on my red nose
(Verse 1)
I got my face painted
Crazed, Aint it?
That a black dude lookin like he got a white tattoo
People thinkin that he way tainted... by evil
Treat you like fecal
Wanna beef you when they meet you
People perceive you to be lethal
When you aint see through like tissue
I feel like the industry givin me vivid stupidy
When they distribute these fictitious sissies
When I rip it so serious and wickedly
No forgivin thee
When I claim were Strange
Everyone tellin I'm insane, were bane
I'm a independent, talented individual
Well workin but the industry is the reindeer games
And they call me Rudolph the Red
They know I don't rip a mic
But I chew off the head
Spit it at the PD's and DJ's and VJ's who be gay
You fake it, You get threw off a ledge
It be tough, We snuffing, Homie trust me
Nothing is worse than knowing your beautiful
But your treated like an ugly duckling
So I'm Rocky Dennis
But I'm so polished, Nothing can stop in this
Bad and the brain aint no good, It's not replenished
The fakers who imitate me and mock me finished
We checked a mill, Yes it's real
Through Strange, I don't need your major label record deal
(Chorus)
That's real
People act a different way with me
I feel don't nobody wanna play with me
And that's ill cause they treat me like a stain on their clothes
The industry are my foes
They treat me like I got a red nose, red nose, red nose
They put me down
And treat me like I got a red nose, red nose, red nose
Don't make me clown and have to go put on my red nose
(Verse 2)
They tend to stray away from me because I'm different
And it's been this way with me ever since I was an infant
Other kids were jealous
They say that the look off in my eyes seemed hellish
Never knowin later on in life, I would relish
The thought of me ballin, Livin my life and sell it
I blame it on program directors
Go and request us, No damn selector
But if you got a lot of doe, man
They bless ya, Sure can depress ya
When you knowin that there aint nobody better, mane
Stuck off in the cold when the bad weather came
Now they gotta see me livin it up and cheddar gain
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