My Fault

[Chorus: Nave Monjo]

They try to take me out the game,

But ain't no stoppin' me

No, I'll never change it I don't owe any apologies

Yeah fuck what they thought, I rise and they fall

Got all of these rules just to live by the law

This is my show if I don't get no applause

I'm just bein' me, ain't no way it's my fault, no, no

[Verse 1: Tech N9ne]

I was rockin' a show back in '03,

A pack a people started lovin' me, lowkey

I give 'em a lot of MO sounds,

they seen some cats in more towns

Rappers from Cleveland and rappers from OC

Forever bound and lovin' the clever sounds

Were the people seekin' my evil and peepin'

the redder clown throwin' down

Lot of love going 'round, got the blood blowin' now

It was a group effort the Juggalos and the Metalheads

The thugs and college kids they boost records

No matter whose neck in the woods, crews get work

All in together, no matter whose net worth

So many years with Whoop Whoop experts

Then something got weird just like a blue Tech shirt

Hot 97 compared the two vet's work

Pretty much said, "They one in the same," ooh that hurts

Somebody you can't compare to anyone

All they knew for sure is that I'm makin' plenty funds

I took offense to the incredible sin he brung

It's some Juggalos took it bad and wanted to gimme guns

Death threats from a couple of tough Jugs

When they leader said I wasn't really givin' enough love on the show

To the Juggalo this is not for all of the family

But to the few that is trippin' to Hell you can go

[Chorus: Nave Monjo]

They try to take me out the game but ain't no stoppin' me

No, I'll never change it I don't owe any apologies

Yeah, fuck what they thought, I rise and they fall

Got all of these rules just to live by the law

This is my show if I don't get no applause

I'm just bein' me, ain't no way it's my fault, no, no

[Verse 2: Tech N9ne]

Last Strictly Strange Tour off in Milwaukee, 3,000 fans, so I feel bossy

'Cause I remember we used to play The Rave downstairs now we up in The Room,

It's real costly

All the people, they catchin' the chills off me

My camera crew is tapin' the ill frosties

From the fans, we makin' the ladies dance

And the ladies are elated, not sedated like Bill Cosby's

They just waitin' for the ooh Areola near

The end of the show then we do Areola

We didn't see anything but a few aureola

Out of so many women, so that was boo Areola

Only saw 4 from the stage

When they up on the shoulders you can never tell they underage

Next day when the parent was creepin' on her daughter's page

Saw the vid of her daughter flashin' and now she in a rage

She made her daughter tell authorities we made her do it

Yeah right, more like the guy that raised her to it

My partner O' apostrophe called me hostily

Sayin' the cameras got 'em yellin' child pornography

We been doing Areola for 8 years

Now we gotta stay clear 'cause some fake tears

Tried to shut Tech down, so I cut that now,

When I bust that sound

But I betcha Milwaukee really fucked that 'round

When the Tech N9na come into ya town

[Chorus: Nave Monjo]

They try to take me out the game but ain't no stoppin' me

No, I'll never change it I don't owe any apologies

Yeah, fuck what they thought, I rise and they fall

Got all of these rules just to live by the law

This is my show if I don't get no applause

I'm just bein' me, ain't no way it's my fault, no, no

[Otro: Tech N9ne]

None of this shit is my fault

(So long Areola)

Yeah, none of this shit is my fault

(It was fun while it lasted)

Know they was winnin' but lost

(Damn)

Tryin' to shut out a boss