Lyrics:
of swordsmen
Launching missiles at the White House while Tech's performing
On the lawn and I just let 'em burn till death's confirmed
Laid to rest with worms
Yeah
Go right up
Connect, ain't nobody but Tech
I been dope since I put raps on BASF cassette
Since then my pen been at war like Montagues
fuckin' spitters on
I'm postin' wit Tech, I'm postin' wit g's in the back
My swagger so mean wit the mini machine on my back
For violence I fiend, I move
It's just another day in the hood for Kurupt, yeah, that's me
Got schooled by Snoop in a black Cherokee
Daz in the back, Warren G. in
Behind that bush and when they roll by we jump out the bush make a push
Bustin' why they runnin' buckin' everything comin' murda why'all ain't said
I get the bag I flip it and double it
You get the bag the spend it and fumble it
I really spaz my lyrics I'm dumbing it
If I'm on your ass you know
All my niggaz do is flex
All my niggaz do is flex
I’mma show y’all how to ball
First of all let me stretch
All I do is jam like techs
I was never
Copy you can save it all in your head
Without the money, you want me dead
Hi Tech feel like it's a ghost
Why love got me-
You can save it all in
Throwed as a bitch
I just ashed on my purple jeans
I was taught early get a bag
Thats by any means
Spenders mad as hell when I re up
Now they gotta
the party at?"
Let up ya dresses, confess it, Tech is impressive
His message, eff, it, stretches from Zacatecas to Texas
I'm excessive with breasts-es
The Lost Beagle
Music, Lyrics, and Vocals by Jillian Moore, Reagan Smith
Intro - C, G, C, C
Verse 1 - C, F, cm, G, C, F, cm, G
Once upon a winter
shit, I make the rules that I live by
In and out the house, late at night, and plus I got high
The homies influenced me to be the G of all G's
I'm on my way
And they know me
And know that they
Hate but can't show it
It's real when your partners
Hit OD
In my hood they
Be calling me O.G
Swag is
dosáhnout,
Dobře možná u těch love bylo by fajn nemít málo
Ale tam to končí jinak nechci nikde vařit párno
Neni v plánu nemít karmu jen pro nějakou blbou slávu
'cause I'm blinded by the Son
Okay, bred from the 6, I'm Jordan with the brand, son
Hail from the L.I., 3-1 after 6, son
Dodge a Tech N9ne like everybody
this shit forever G
Real niggas, fake niggas, we could never be
Still workin' on my business, we get it at all costs, we push it to the limit
You niggas
EARTHQUAKE
(Don Juan)
You're dropped six feet under six feet
The area where ordinary people can't sleep
Tech N9ne, Don Juan, Midwest Siders baby
as my mind excites the wind
Like spirits of ill concensions, time will clash
On ya cipher, lyric concealed behind whirlwind fire
Or flood, draw blood
HOOK:
Move to the top, Boy, Walkin' By The Spirit
Cannot be no flop boy, preach through that lyric
We gon show em Milly Rock Boy, YOu gon' have
know
The way ya stack chips and regulate wild dough
But ain't no G-funk, and far from my era
Tales from the hood, your boyz will feel terror
MC's
diverted by this lyric when you hear it
Ricochet any style any day
Any which way and you'll Cherish the Day like Sade
The advanced oratorical techniques I
lyrics man, y'all niggas
Niggas can't even understand half this shit
I think niggas ain't gonna figure it out til the year Two-G
(Wax niggas ass for free
upon who you call
D
I am like a scarecrow alone in the distance
G D
close by, there are those who would see
Magnus
I said im better than Magnus
I'll come with the fast flow cuz i'm too fucking dope
These lyrics will make you blow bars cleaner than soap
Coming
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