My Own Hell Lyrics - Tech N9ne

(Intro 1 (Taken from Freaky)) 

I really don't have to tell you much about this one because the song is 

like the song is like self-explanatory. You know what I mean? It's 

called My Own Hell. Story about me, and Midwestside, and Hogstyle 

Records, and people around me, and my wife, and stuff like that. Pretty 

personal. Real ruff copy. It's the only one we got. You know what I 

mean? I think y'all really love the story. People are nosey and want to 

know about my life so check this out; this is called My Own Hell 

Produced by Don Juan 

(Intro 2) 

Nigga, my life is straight conflict 

When all I want to do is kick it hard and make bomb shit 

Every perimeter I enter is infested with a sinner 

Seems like I'm losing and never coming out the winner 

Shit, I'm the only one kicking it, everyone else plotting and scheming 

But yet they never listen when I say I'm a little piece of love and a 

pit full of demons 

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(Verse 1) 

Midwestside was record company comprised of all friends 

who grew up together and shared ends 

Nobody stepped on nobody's toes 

Don Juan was executive producer, Juan had beats I had flows 

Scoob and Txx Will did promotion 

Got it where Mitch Bade was the shit and got Kansas City open 

Juan got that shit to Quincy Jones through a chick named Mona 

Three days later Q called us back and it was on 

Q told us to wait on putting the record out indy 

The record company will make it to where we'll have plenty 

So we waited. Should we put this out? We debated 

But working with Quincy we were elated 

So now we on the road to L.A. and it was live 

till we got to Quincy's and Don Juan to Scooby and them to wait outside 

That's when the tension started to build 

Niggaz started feeling unappreciated and then shit got real! 

'97 Quincy called back for me and Juan 

I told my Rogue Dog niggaz just to remain calm 

I'm bout to make it so we can bling. Get us nice things 

and then Don Juan said, "let's mash for our dreams." 

Scooby didn't like the way he spent his money on promos 

T-shirts and money to make room for logos 

He thought he wasn't appreciated, Midwestside depreciated 

Gone for the summer and everybody waited 

Bakarii didn't like the fact he was down with Mitch Bade 

He felt that he should be the next nigga to get paid 

Txx Will got tired of being lectured 

on distribution so the anted up and started Hogstyle Records 

My niggaz wanted me to ride 

Hell yeah I'm down, Tecca Nina's on both sides 

Hogstyle's like "Fuck 'em, cuz they didn't believe in 57 

Midwestside's the same, but the love, I'm trynna find my way to heaven 

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(Chorus) 

Yo... This is my own hell, nigga this is my own hell 

Just trynna make my records sell 

Off in my own hell, nigga this is my own hell 

(Verse 2) 

We want to Cali to hook with QD3 

They wanted the superstar to be me 

Kicked it with big Q off in the wild wild west they signed me to Quest 

Didn't know I was in for some more perspective mess 

Quest fighting Midwestside over a single 

All the way from the love angel to Chris Cringle 

CEO of Midwestside fighting QD over my budget 

QD fighting quest cuz he never loved it 

Warner Bros. Fighting back and forth with my artists 

cuz the bitch who's handling money is retarded 

Quest don't like Midwestside, QD3 don't like Quest 

and I'm sitting in the middle depressed 

Warner Bros send me four Gs a month 

I'm kickin it at parties. Liquor, weed, and cunts 

When everybody's fussing and fighting 

I'm suffering peacefully like novacaine 

That's because I didn't know the game 

Midwestside, Juan, and QD3 

Q-W-E-S-T fighting over me 

Sway and Tech fighting Q over a check he didn't pay 

but I suffer. Yeah, I suffer at the end of the day 

(Chorus) 

Yo... This is my own hell, nigga this is my own hell 

Just trynna make my records sell 

Off in my own hell, nigga this is my own hell 

(Verse 3) 

My female friends started not to like my woman 

when they found my marriage was comin 

My wife didn't like my friends from the get go 

She say them bitches ain't nothing but fucking famous rapper niggaz for 

the grip hoes 

Wifey don't like me hanging out with E and Beans 

Cuz when we be seeing E and Beans wifey be seeing things 

Beans don't like Sheryl cuz Sheryl fine a hell 

and Beans things Sheryl will take the dick to show and tell 

Sheryl don't like Beans cuz Beans rude 

She wish Beans would go back to Chicago with her dude 

Sayin he don't like Dr. Wick 

but Dr. Wick don't give a shit 

Zany got Nicky waiting for the hit 

Wifey study entire cuz something look fishy 

Cuz all my relations iffy iffy 

Wifey thinks Big (?) would try to fuck 

Big (?) knew if he try wifey was down to buck 

Now all these niggaz in my rhyme are my people 

No one can save them not even a steeple could make the equal 

You're all my sisters, my brothers 

But I'm tired of mediating. I'mma sit back and watch y'all kill each 

motherfucking other 

(Chorus) 

Yo... This is my own hell, nigga this is my own hell 

Just trynna make my records sell 

Off in my own hell, nigga this is my own hell 

This is my own hell, nigga this is my own hell 

Just trynna make my records sell 

Off in my own hell, nigga this is my own hell