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Tech N9ne)
Grim reaper to Ariel Castro, Adam Lanza, James Holmes
Flame on, no it ain't wrong when I'm gonna have them plans for cancer
Then land ya in

They like that's some Tech N9NE shit
That's some strange music
Don't waste your time bitch
Get off your damn computer
Everyday the same shit
Everyday I'm

bags
Syllables combined with, the alphabet and 9 TECs or Tech N9nes, whatever
Check my raps, I'm better, than these wack new trend setters
Yeah, matter

favorite rapper every time Tech N9ne don't pronounce his words
Go. A. T
I'm my favorite rapper when Royce da 5'9 ain't 5'9 anymore
Favorite cuz DMX don't

up the screen to a thousand degrees!
When it comes to degrees
You can actually check mine
Strange is dishing out the best
Rhymes since Tech N9ne!
You

But that ain't important to me, I don't need subjects to serve
You up a Smorgasbord of hot rhymes
Know that I can't compare to Tech N9ne
But since we're

N9ne was killing the wordplay
While Red and Meth taught me how to blaze
I would run 'em up with Busta Bust
Turned up in my fucking truck and spit like

the highest
I'm rambling by
Scramble my egg's as I wake and bake
Trying to be better than Hov
As good as Tech N9ne at every
Show, I'm losing my mind, let me

n'awka ni'ne
Ezinna m thank you si owu papo

Eehn come Zoro ehh
What is you know'haa I mean you know'haa l'm saying Isi
You're disturbing me here o ehhn

These bitches don't know how to act
Its dirty high tech in my Fanta my nigga
We dont be sippin not act
Rags to riches nigga
High tech

I'm feelin like

guessing
When it's time to go to war put your heart on the line
Be a soldier there's no regretting
All for the fam the faith you professing
Whether it's army

This is Dipset, this is Kay Slay
We still grip techs, and spray AKs
Don't let it breze by, on the eastside
Throw up that E sign, we for the streets

těch mejch

Boy, boy, boy, starej se o sebe
Hoe, hoe, hoe, starej se o sebe
Boy, boy, boy, starej se o sebe
Starej se o sebe, zmrde, starej se o sebe

Da Bump

Redman

Muddy Waters

1996

boy, Poppa see to put a slug in your vest

Check, I walk around the street with the black tech nine
By the waistline, kickin' the hype shit
So turn

Down '71 (The Getaway)

Bone Thugs-N-Harmony

E 1999 Eternal

1995

Sent me to deathrow,
Watchin' the time by fly past
But Rip'll be sittin' mindless never spineless, in silence
Hoping I die fast, but chill,
Never do,

Chinese (Ching)
You can run up on me, just be cautious hitters by me (yeah)
Know we having choppas, cut 'em up just like a viking (slice)
Even he know that

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Runnin' up a check in my big B's
Drunk a four of that Tech
Woke up in Tennessee
Man, I was high than a motherfucker, dog

and glocks and techs
You do you Ima do me Ima do my best 

It be getting hard to breathe 
With all this pain inside my chest 
With all my niggas gone feeling

Doe boy
All my brothers some doe boys (Yeah)
I was rockin' corduroys
Too many b****** I can't avoid
(Can't avoid)
He start smoking get paranoid
Shhh

joy
Don't be fooled by the drugs boy, ooh
Perky thirty feel like love boy, ooh
Bitch keep fuckin wit' them lil' boys
I got Hi Tech waiting on me
Used

Freestyle Session

H.S.E.

Hustlaz Stackin' Endz

1999

front and center, diamonds gleam when I enter
Hit the spot and them boys looking, that boys is so lovely
And that boy be popping champagne, that boy be

know by living
In the neighborhood familiar
With those sounds we knew it was gunshots
So automatically you know we started
Taking cover because we
Didn't

In the Air

Craig Smith

Sickology 101

2009

Sickology 101 futuristic B-Boyz shit
Your first lesson given to you by (Mr. Smith!)
KC MO stand up, young niggas represent

Ey, ask me what I

her throat now she giving me neck
feel like DJ Moore Georgia boy pull out TEC's (Tech)
Boy steady dissin' and sendin' me threats I don't give a fuck