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That's real people act a different way with me
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I feel that nobody wanna play with me
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Then that's ill 'cause they treat me like a stain on they clothes
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The industry and my foes
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They treat me like I got a red nose, red nose, red nose
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They put me down and treat me like I got a red nose
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Red nose, red nose
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Don't make me clown and have to go put on my red nose
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I got my face painted, crazed ain't it?
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That a black dude lookin' like he got a white tattoo
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People thinkin' that he way tainted by evil
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Treat you like fecal wanna beef you when they meet you
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People perceive you to be lethal
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When you ain't see through like tissue
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I feel like the industry givin' me vivid stupidity
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When they distribute these fictitious sissies
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When I rip it so serious and wickedly
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No forgiving thee when I claim the Strange
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Everybody tellin' me I'm insane with bane
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I'm an independent, talented individual
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But workin' with the industry is a reindeer game
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And they call me Rudolph the red
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They know I don't rip off the mic but I chew off the head
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Spit it at the PDs and DJs and VJs who be gay
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You fakin', you get threw off a ledge
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If you tough we snuffing
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Homie trust me nothing is worse than knowing you're beautiful
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But get treated like an ugly duckling
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So I'm Rocky Dennis
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But I'm so polished nothin' can stop me in this
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Bad in the brain and the good is not replenished
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The fakers who imitate me and mock me, finished
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We check the mill, yes it's real
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Through Strange, I don't need ya major label record deal
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That's real people act a different way with me
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I feel that nobody wanna play with me
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Then that's ill 'cause they treat me like a stain on they clothes
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The industry and my foes
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They treat me like I got a red nose, red nose, red nose
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They put me down and treat me like I got a red nose
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Red nose, red nose
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Don't make me clown and have to go put on my red nose
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They tend to stray away from me because I'm different
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And it's been this way with me ever since I was an infant
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Other kids were jealous, they say the look off in my eyes seen hellish
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Never knowing later in life I would relish
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The thought of me ballin' livin' my life and sell it
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I blame it on program directors
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Go and request us, no damn selector
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But if you got a lot of dough, man
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They bless ya, sure can depress ya
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When you knowin' that there ain't nobody better man
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Stuck off in the cold when the bad weather came
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Now they gotta see me livin' it up and cheddar gain
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Comin' from forever pain till it never rains
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So I throw up the finger
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To everybody who got a tore up demeanor
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Thinkin' that Tecca Nina was sho nuf a dreamer
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But the flow is so heavy that it could show up Katrina
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Now it's time to take it and you all must face it
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Tech Nina is sacred, all you hatin' fagets couldn't see me with lasik
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Red nose, the leader so follow
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You gotta get ready to get up and go is the motto
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Made it through everything negative, bravo
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The money that's coming to me feel like I won the lotto
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Now I'm bout to put the slay on auto
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Swoop down on the DJs tell 'em all to quit the replays
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Make em put Tecca Nina in the Sorado
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That's real people act a different way with me
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I feel that nobody wanna play with me
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Then that's ill 'cause they treat me like a stain on they clothes
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The industry and my foes
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They treat me like I got a red nose, red nose, red nose
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They put me down and treat me like I got a red nose
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Red nose, red nose
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Don't make me clown and have to go put on my red nose
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I'm comin' and drivin' my short bus
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With this nose I don't need to torch up
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Bustin' through like the industry's Porsche
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Coming after who didn't support us
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Rip down, it's bleachers
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I blew up 'cause my sound it ether
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Underground up and found this creature
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Not scared of a nigga with clownish features
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I'm makin' a name outside your mainstream
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Real, it wasn't an insane dream
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From the beginning I really came clean
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You about to see Strange gleam, take it over in gain green
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Strange Music and RBC
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Along with Fontana we gon' change things
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Now it's so funny 'cause with money I can fly away
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Or leave them haters off in the deepest darkest hide away
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Why do they do me wrong? My music truly strong
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Because I'm different all you cowards wanna shoo me gone
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Yes, this is Strange year, worldwide fames near
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But the games queer, sometimes I feel like Rudolph the reindeer
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And the music they said blows is on top and the cred grows
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You're gonna have to open up the door for the bro with the red nose
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That's real people act a different way with me
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I feel that nobody wanna play with me
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Then that's ill 'cause they treat me like a stain on they clothes
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The industry and my foes
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They treat me like I got a red nose, red nose, red nose
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They put me down and treat me like I got a red nose
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Red nose, red nose
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Don't make me clown and have to go put on my red nose |