Ok I have seen therealtechn9ne.com change the lyrics to "My world" over 3 times and guess what? They still can't get that shit right. What are they smoken down there?
BTW at one point it did have lynch's verse O,o
Lyrics
Chorus
Welcome 2 my world, where hearts are broken and bars have open potions pulling me closer. Welcome 2 my world, darks my ocean my ark is floatin’ but not livin’ like I’m supposed ta. (Repeat 2X)
Intro
What up sit up get up wit us killas enough niggas to crush your luck and bust your guts and liver hit with ruger now you’re livin’ off in a river, watchin’ this arsonist while a spark a bit of my heart embark Imma start the shit welcome to the bottomless pit animalistic I know its hella dark in it (4)
My world, its not like a regular life we tote big guns instead of a knife, hella grim night the devil is in flight He said a berretta will get us whatever’s in sight you got a job I ain’t got one, you got a wad I gotta shot gun you got a guard I gotta squad you’re here 2 work and I’m here 2 rob. (8)
In a world of misery, within this 3 planets collide. Brother Lynch, Eminem, Tech 9 bring you along 4 the ride (4)
Verse 2
Lyrical asylum, cuz I been dealing with mother fuckers hating me for the longest, could it be critical cuz I’m lyrically flawless
And if I’m heated I cannot be mentally cautious
Thinking of pain, I get deeper peeping the flame
I can only be head accountable for making a change
To whatever regards I rather be insane
In the middle of the stage busting like a twelve gauge
You could never relate to a nigga that’ll hang you up
Slip a couple of mickeys up in a drank for ya
Homicidle with the fully loaded rifle or undecided on wehter or not I could cut up your brains or guts.
Verse 3
Fight this phantom your frickin’ family will fall flat; bunk biancas beat ‘em black and blue with a baseball bat. I might be a small cat, but I won’t use discretion hit’em with a weapon if he steppin’ with a mall rat 20 minus 11 I’ll make ‘em all skat (4)
Not prosperous now Tech’s not with his crowd he’s lost in his clouds rather be offed than soft with this style. I got hopes that my life might get better but I been broke so I might swipe ya cheddar ya better get ready to gimme I gotta vendetta I’m comin’ to get it whether weed or money whatever (8)
Nobody said it was gonna be easy people deceive me and leave me in the dark and buried off in necropolis one day you gon see me on TV, you better believe me takin’ over this and never the opposite rewrite my life gimme light in a fight with what’s right allah liberate cuidado, 151 Rum is how we run from slim sums then comes Diablo (12)
I need a medic cause I’m murder energetic in the cerebellum never tell ’em I got one of the worst problems in the medulla oblongata you outta go I’m one hell of a shot.
No more darkness, how did I start this? Feeling bizarre shit like kickin’ your carcass, I am the ruler in my kingdom and my dark seats hot step into my world and your heart beat stop.
BTW at one point it did have lynch's verse O,o
Lyrics
Chorus
Welcome 2 my world, where hearts are broken and bars have open potions pulling me closer. Welcome 2 my world, darks my ocean my ark is floatin’ but not livin’ like I’m supposed ta. (Repeat 2X)
Intro
What up sit up get up wit us killas enough niggas to crush your luck and bust your guts and liver hit with ruger now you’re livin’ off in a river, watchin’ this arsonist while a spark a bit of my heart embark Imma start the shit welcome to the bottomless pit animalistic I know its hella dark in it (4)
My world, its not like a regular life we tote big guns instead of a knife, hella grim night the devil is in flight He said a berretta will get us whatever’s in sight you got a job I ain’t got one, you got a wad I gotta shot gun you got a guard I gotta squad you’re here 2 work and I’m here 2 rob. (8)
In a world of misery, within this 3 planets collide. Brother Lynch, Eminem, Tech 9 bring you along 4 the ride (4)
Verse 2
Lyrical asylum, cuz I been dealing with mother fuckers hating me for the longest, could it be critical cuz I’m lyrically flawless
And if I’m heated I cannot be mentally cautious
Thinking of pain, I get deeper peeping the flame
I can only be head accountable for making a change
To whatever regards I rather be insane
In the middle of the stage busting like a twelve gauge
You could never relate to a nigga that’ll hang you up
Slip a couple of mickeys up in a drank for ya
Homicidle with the fully loaded rifle or undecided on wehter or not I could cut up your brains or guts.
Verse 3
Fight this phantom your frickin’ family will fall flat; bunk biancas beat ‘em black and blue with a baseball bat. I might be a small cat, but I won’t use discretion hit’em with a weapon if he steppin’ with a mall rat 20 minus 11 I’ll make ‘em all skat (4)
Not prosperous now Tech’s not with his crowd he’s lost in his clouds rather be offed than soft with this style. I got hopes that my life might get better but I been broke so I might swipe ya cheddar ya better get ready to gimme I gotta vendetta I’m comin’ to get it whether weed or money whatever (8)
Nobody said it was gonna be easy people deceive me and leave me in the dark and buried off in necropolis one day you gon see me on TV, you better believe me takin’ over this and never the opposite rewrite my life gimme light in a fight with what’s right allah liberate cuidado, 151 Rum is how we run from slim sums then comes Diablo (12)
I need a medic cause I’m murder energetic in the cerebellum never tell ’em I got one of the worst problems in the medulla oblongata you outta go I’m one hell of a shot.
No more darkness, how did I start this? Feeling bizarre shit like kickin’ your carcass, I am the ruler in my kingdom and my dark seats hot step into my world and your heart beat stop.
