Tech N9ne - Fragile lyrics

[Verse 1: Wrekonize & Bernz] You said you'd never ever break... down But here I am sweeping... pieces off of the ground You said you'd never, ever play... to crowds But I've seen you hoping to play songs to them now I've spent all night long scared of tomorrow, I broke my alarm Everything is almost lost, pick it up slow, before it's gone... [Hook: Wrekonize & Kendall Morgan] We're fragile (Wish I'd have known) I never thought I'd be so fragile (You're not alone) If it didn't break before, it's about to (We've been here before) I don't ever want to change I'm fragile I don't ever want… I don't ever... [Verse 2: Tech N9ne] Some of the people appointed to give an opinion Never do get it I want you to come on and gobble a jimmy and... die N9na be givin the remedy and why? Critics are really the enemy and I Can't stand the way they slam today's gifted Effin' incredible, get fanned away with grands to pay This jam will lay scripted Deaf and impeccable Write a rhyme and I put everything in a flow I'm the N9ne I'mma look very mean When a foe scribe a line but he has never been at a show By the times it'll be better, leave it in the sto Cause they wrote nothin' but lies, quotes stuck in my eyes Amateur writer dissin' He's a beginner and hopes for your demise, folks I'mma despise Never do try to listen It's real - I'm mad Clueless when you scribble on your pad How you gonna criticize now with a chisel on your nads sizzling your ad You don't really get why I'm so pissed? Understand this: I'm an artist, and I'm sensitive about my sh**, yes I'm [Hook] [Verse 3: Kendrick Lamar] Tell me that I'm famous Tell me that my name is Big as Venus Jupiter and then Uran*s Tell me that your an*s got your head in it I can smell the articles and know you're heinous Tell me that you love me, always thinkin' of me Unconditional, I'm hoping I'm your favourite Grab a fishing pole and throw me with the sharks That's the feelin' I get when you're concentratin' On this pen, on this pad Tell me you're willin' to diss on my craft Tell me the feelin' of pickin' apart this track Stop... Puttin' my heart and my soul in these lines Tellin' me platinum and gold all the time Lookin' to bury, a deep hole for mine Drop... This is more than you, and this is more than you And your entire building slanderin' and abusin' What I call the realest comin' from a student Told myself to use a poem as an UZI Empty magazine, I seen a magazine You seen my trigger finger, then I started shootin' That was nicotine, I'm bout to smoke 'em all And journalists involved should've known my music [Hook]