[Verse 1]
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Yo, I first met Hop back in two thousand and nine (2009)
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I reached out when my homie Lo Key found him online
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He blew my mind with his rhymes, he sounded sublime
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He showed me I wasn't the only one down for the grind
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We kept in touch and grew closer as the time went on
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Till we became best friends and the bind was strong
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Sittin' up and just straight talkin' like from nine to dawn
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Our mutual struggle to be heard defined our bond
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He was the only one who understood what it was like
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The struggle and strife to make a name jugglin' life
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Trying to become something bigger than some regular guys
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Like eagles with our wings pinned trying to spread 'em and fly
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We kept our friendship secret as a joke and a plot
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That we'd reveal it in his new video that I shot
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But when the video dropped, and I saw he cut all my parts
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It felt like I had a damn dagger stuck in my heart
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[Hook]
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But it's a dead horse now, can we all just move on
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But it's a dead horse now, it's really been too long
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But it's a dead horse now, I'm thinking that it's time that we all just leave it alone
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I'm telling you
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But it's a dead horse now, and it's already been said
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But it's a dead horse now, it's gone and it's been dead
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But it's a dead horse now, feeling like it's time that we all just leave it alone
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[Verse 2]
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Now Strange Music fans, listen, I have to oblige
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Tech N9ne is straight one of the dopest rappers alive
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I won't lie, some of them crazy delivery patterns are fly
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And on a personal level he ain't that bad of a guy
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I was a big fan of him right out of the gate
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I first heard Tech spit in two thousand and eight (2008)
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Flippin' through MySpace I came across Night and Day from Everready
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Played it and was like "Wow, that was great!"
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He had the rhymes, had the speed, had the harmony down
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And Rob Rebeck on the mix, with the barbarous sound
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His stage show was straight nuts, no matter the spot
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So as a rapper you could imagine how happy I got
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When I got invited to meet him in Santa Barbara that day
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And then drove like eight hundred miles at eighty dollars a tank
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And spent my whole check to show Tech a couple of songs
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But got kicked off of the bus cause the game was on
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[Hook]
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[Verse 3]
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So that's the gist of what happened with Funk Volume and Strange
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But looking back my perspective wasn't all that pertained
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I've done a lot of growing up in the past two years
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So as a man here's a couple things I ask you hear
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All I ever really wanted was the love of a friend
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Who could relate to my struggle, and thus was akin
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Along with the validation from professional peers
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To whom I looked up to justify the stress and my tears
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So when I felt Hop betrayed me, it cut me deep
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And getting kicked off of the bus hurt enough to weep
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So when my situation got bleak, I hatched me a ploy
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To throw a fit and lash out like a sad little boy
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It wasn't Tech's fault his manager treated me bad
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But I dissed him for the buzz that I seen that he had
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And in the process I flipped off a legend of rap
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And made a horrible impression I could never get back
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Now with my homie, Hop, it was even deeper than that
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The bond we shared, I should've worked to keep it intact
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But instead, I let my anger overcome me and snapped
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And ripped a gash in between us too rugged to patch
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But it wasn't just that, I trashed every one of his acts
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And hit SwizZz with elaborate redundant attacks
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And used my whole platform as a big bullhorn
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That turned a once-pure friendship ugly and black
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And even though I might have felt validated inside
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I wasn't gracious, I reacted out of anger and pride
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And at the same time stigmatized my name
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And defamed the notoriety I tried to gain
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And tried to blame other people for a course of events
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I could've stopped from even happening before it commenced
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And ever since, have lost fans, lost respect
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Lost any chance to ever do a song with Tech
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Lost a best friend, pissed off loads of his fans
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Lost potential opportunities to grow and advance
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And I was speaking on God, while diggin' a grave
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In a vast misappropriation of the gifts that |