Lyrics Tech N9ne – Poisoning The Well

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Poisoning the well
Y’all gon’ hear me, oh yeah
You’re on me, final days have only been going through Hell
So drink it up with no filter

I give you my drummer
So if you don’t get it, don’t get it
Well then you can’t live it, I’m livin’
See, I’m an old man as funky as my last, ’cause
..Don’t blame my gifts, just fill your glass up

Sincerely
Man I love this music thing severely
But it seems some don’t wanna feel me clearly
I’m the L in salmon, they can’t hear me
So I had to work up to not giving a fuck
But the people thought I was evil
I was brought up at the steeple but they trust it not
But turn and tell a killa that he must kick rocks
When he bust it lots and you will get a couple in ya muffin top
Me popping will be they D-day
‘Cause they can’t say the shit he say
Everyone don’t have a tongue like a gun
They not trying to be running no relay
Sat in hell for a whole ‘lot of years
Bread and tales I got a whole lot of cheers
Sold out shows, so bout those, foes doubt flows but bros oughta hear
Change in the making, deep in the midwest something insane been a-baking
They claiming a nation with brain innovation
Surrounding everyone with Strange integration

Poisoning the well
Y’all gon’ hear me, oh yeah

You’re on me, final days have only been going through Hell
So drink it up with no filter
I give you my drummer
So if you don’t get it, don’t get it
Well then you can’t live it, I’m livin’
See, I’m an old man as funky as my last, ’cause
..Don’t blame my gifts, just fill your glass up

Something strange in the agua
When everybody sound like blah-blah
Put the KOD in the pot and he nod
But the God no more rides well Tecca Nina saga
Someway the killa is getting twisted into the mainstream
Gangrene sick of hits again
I can flip from the rip come and sip the sin
That’s my dirty water worser than Flint, Michigan
They don’t wanna see my progress
But you can’t stop or tell it that’s God blessed
Over the years I showed ’em with my I guest
To a handsome mansion and from the projects
Wayne Minor, insane kinda, in the brain I’m a strange rhymer
Always gonna change the game grinder
Poison the well
You can tell that, this boy’s been in Hell
I’ma joy when inhaled
I’m the reason why everybody cheesin’
I got ’em even making noise in the jail
If everybody had to do what I do
They’d have flows coming out the wazoo
And let the god spew
Alaikumsalam warahmatullahi wabarakatuh

Poisoning the well
Y’all gon’ hear me, oh yeah
You’re on me, final days have only been going through Hell
So drink it up with no filter
I give you my drummer
So if you don’t get it, don’t get it
Well then you can’t live it, I’m livin’
See, I’m an old man as funky as my last, ’cause
..Don’t blame my gifts, just fill your glass up