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to a panther
I keep my eyes on those who pass by
They look to pm dawn the quest for the answer
Mercy mercy me till I see
The end of the human race is Grand
Chorus.
When you're looking for something cool to do,
Just good friends to be with you.
You better watch out where you hang out,
You might be judged by
get me, get this now can you freestyle
Freestyle no styles free except da radio
But the radio controlled by the sucker move
Who moved away got away
music, I'm held back by what's outside. I'm not at all what you pictured, once again Ill be cast aside I was there, I saw what you did. you're not grasping
Allie played 

Now we delayed by ninety days 

You better find me anyways 

You better return to the Terrordome, ain't nobody home 

Non-haters play
stolen in cars in a blackjack
Drop that, and now you want me to rap and give?
Say somethin' positive? well positive ain't where I lived
I lived right
got a beef with those that cold think that
Sun and the moon and soon you will drink that
Wine for the rhyme that I'm, not a stink brat
Run havin fun
I was only out to get paid
This girl was cuttin for daddy like a Mexican with a switchblade
But anyway, peek it, loc, here's how the story went
but never convicted
Prozak, King Gordy, Tecca Ninna Self Inflicted

ACCESS DENIED(4x)

(Tech N9ne)
I don't make my music for no mother fucking whites
I
go with your big-ass house
Get a big-ass fence, keep people out
It's all stolen, anyway, can't you see that now?
There's no way for you to even that
rhymes back
You know shit is bad when the rapper can say
They ain't even in the game for the lyrics anyway
Well that's okay, the underground stay
falling 
And you cannot find the light 
If you feel your dream is dying 
Hold tight 
You've got the music in you 
Don't let go 
You've got the music
My theme is I push music to driveby
I slide through, scoop up four and ride high
Strap under the seat my hood technique
As I destroy your block like
know jizza, guess I was only out to get paid
This girl was cuttin for daddy like a Mexican with a switchblade
But anyway, peek it, loc, here's how
My theme is I push music to driveby
I slide through, scoop up four and ride high
Strap under the seat my hood technique
As I destroy your block like
music loud, my parents proud
There's not an artist alive drawing a better crowd
Than the Everlasting operator droppin a groove
To make you get up
don't know, kick 'em in the grill

"But anyway, I'd like to take this.. anyway, I'd
 Anyway, I'd like to this time out to bother you"

Oh no no no no
No I
bottle it up watch the fiends gobble it up
If I roll up, you do what? Swallow the stuff
I don't give a fuck anymore, I'm only twenty-four years old
for my nemesis
I'm in the matter of man arm wrestling hands
I was dope when I said the music business was all I needed
When I got it I was greeted by
drinking so much
That I'ma call her anyway and say
"Fuck that nigga that you love so bad
I know you still think about the times we had"
I say, "fuck that
[Fearless Four]
Ahhh... Fearless Four... Well, I'll be back for more...
They're here!
DLB (hu huh hah ha)
Tito (ha hah, ha hah)
Mike see (hey
uh
Few private thoughts, I'm not just
Out for your sex, let me simplify
The things and life that
You find complex, forget what
You heard bout me 'cause
So somebody gon' rub up against your body (ooh)
Anyway, what the hell did you come for (Ha ha)
Up in the air with them little bitty shorts on (Ya'll
whores, imagine wives on tours
wit Momsug, Like yo, "How would you rather...?"
The cockiness to pop quiz Wiz didn't gather
Well not before she left anyway
for my Flict' then I would
Every day is numbing
If you didn't count your blessings boy then you really should 
Until the final tic 9,8,7,6,5,4,3,2,1 out