"Burn It Down" lyrics

[Ryan Bradley:]
(Down)
(Down)
(Down)
(Down)
Burn it down (Down), down, down, down
(Down) down, down, down, down
Burn it down (Down), down, down, down
(Down) down, down, down, down

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

[Tech N9ne:]
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 plumb 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 their 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 out...)
Kill 'em in a really clever fashion

[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

[Tech N9ne:]
Why would a good businessman sign a artist
And he really believes he rhymes the hardest
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 so 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 gotta clear
So many more Os, fake family, fake friends, and foes (Crawling out...)
But Tech N9na's outta here

[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

[Tech N9ne:]
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