Burn It Down - Tech N9ne, Ryan Bradley

You build me up, you build me up

To watch me fall, and turn to dust

Is this the place, I used to love?

Can’t take no more, I’ve had enough

So burn it down, down, down, down

Down, down, down, down

Burn it down, down, down, down

Down, down, down, down

They lift you up and preach you

Then try to pull you down and beat you

They’re no longer peaceful

Never knew a buddy would become see-through

Make it up so high, they can’t reach you

They just feel the wind beneath you

Camaraderie’s a plum oddity, with some modesty

People abolish he who lovin' me never idolatry wanted

But they wanna demolish me, question mark

When they know I’m blessed at heart

Try to test Tech when I poke at they chest and bark

Givin' my blood, sweat, tears and flesh in art

But they come in my circle and make a mess, then dart

I feel like they wishin' for me to be dissin' so they can be quick and then

witness me (falling down)

Gotta know that’ll never happen, forever rappin'

So burning it down is the mission

Dismissin' got a brand new condition, I’m (balling now)

Kill 'em in a really clever fashion

You build me up, you build me up

To watch me fall, and turn to dust

Is this the place, I used to love?

Can’t take no more, I’ve had enough

So burn it down, down, down, down

Down, down, down, down

Burn it down, down, down, down

Down, down, down, down

Why would a good businessman sign a artist

And he really believes he rhymes the hardest

And spend a lot of money and time just to start it

And you think he don’t want you to make it sounds ret--

Uh, Trav ain’t the target, I ain’t the puppet

If you got negativity boy, you better tuck it

Givin' everything and they trippin', I had enough

It took me a while for this menace and now, fuck it

Give 'em a record deal, plus the CDs

Take 'em all on tour to give 'em the ups

Put 'em on my record, I do my verse and then I send it to them so I can give

'em the ups

In the long run, they ain’t givin' a fuck

Said I ain’t takin' care of my day ones

If I wasn’t, they wouldn’t wait to spray guns

Makin' the people think I’m wrong is way dumb, nigga

Now I’m tired, hearing my empire’s (falling down)

But it’s really the opposite, and I’ve got a clear

So many more Os, fake family, fake friends, and foes (crawling now)

But Tech Ninna’s outta here

You build me up, you build me up

To watch me fall, and turn to dust

Is this the place, I used to love?

Can’t take no more, I’ve had enough

So burn it down, down, down, down

Down, down, down, down

Burn it down, down, down, down

Down, down, down, down

It’s the reason, me and Trav never had to say «We're sorry» in this business

Cause we believe if you stay righteous, you’ll receive all your blessings