Lyrics:
more like Mario
Chasing after royalty, only finding a lothario
And yet you come at Tech N9ne saying "his beard's wack"
Man you sound like a Machine Gun
(Tech N9ne)
I am not dead like a lot said, Rest in Peace to the Philly Hip Hop Head
This is block red where the shot lead's dedicated to keepin' the opps
of the Diddy Bopping, Pop and Locking
Made the weak become Obsolete
No need to worry who shot ya with, The Tech N9ne
The Homie Jehry, Got that on Lockdown
Don't
mind will split
For the rest of your life you’re gonna be surprised with me!
Yo, the only two artist that I listen
Are Tech N9ne and Eminem: 40 on 60
N9ne
Young nigga got the best rhymes
Don't run your mouth for less right
Spit it like the cinnamon challenge
I was the kid with the talent
Now I can make
a eighth
Spit like tech n9ne no paint on my face
No taint on my name still I'm ten toes down
Eleven twice cause fuck twelve no stopping me now
Aint no
dance Hey! Hey!
I was in awe/ From Tech N9nes flow/ No one wants to face off/ With KC Mo
The industry placed there debts/ On mumble debt/ Watch me Busta
price,
Keep dreaming, living my life, still grinding to get my shine,
High skills like Tech N9ne,
Rhyme hit you like drive-by, grab mic and let's ride,
I
effects like Tech N9ne
This is PHASE II that you're hearing and this is something that you've never seen before
So press play, turn up the volume and listen
address the elephant
The room is closin' and my ears are bleeding
Tone is deafening, drop bop
Fast rap like Tech N9ne
Pop five, five guys that cut me in
wanna fuck with a Tech N9ne
Or my nigga JB or Chris Webby
Havin everybody sayin "oh no", bustin up the window of a 6 Chevy
Yeah I got em saying
Ohh
the showa'
Dine with me n N9ne, byin' fine wine
We devour ya, carnivorous niggerish
I gobble the top ya like it was liquorish
I even tell fat girls (Hey!)
Need a film quick to unwind us
In a place where hate won't find us
Really ease Tech N9ne, girl
What a glass of good red wine does
What a really hard
and Tech N9ne you know that we are too strange
Let's go
Coming through the do', hella fast, never slow
Got the cash, and the pedal to the flo'
Let's go
[Verse 1: Tech N9ne]
Everything was supposed to be all Jesus
Come ease us we really need to be free from evil deeds
Plus negros, hide in thee weeds
dilate my eyes
Automatic-generated "I'm fiiiiiiiine"
This shit has penetrated my mind
But this ain't experience Tech N9ne and I'm not a grown man, I'm 5
be waiting on a package
And I feel like Tech N9ne just waiting on my Travis
Get someone that will believe in me and make that clearly
Here's a banger
All the while Tech N9ne and them signed them
And I got that loud bitch, yeah
I got that loud bitch
Fuck what the haters say this swisher mix I'm
Well, now that you've all prepared yourselves for the madness
I present to you, Hopsin and Tech N9ne!
See I be bangin on niggas with rapping
I'd let the gang hit you
Tech N9ne, Marley Young
Real shit
why get shitty, what!?
I can get any woman anywhere I want it so, mom, why get pity fucked?
Tech N9ne is moving your behind, miss
K-Salaam rocking
is done away... DARKNESS
Watch me paint a pic that'll make you run away... DARKNESS
[Tech N9ne]
I don't really give of fuck what you think of me I had
company
I got it all covered unless you're comin' to fuck with me
Tech N9ne rich and everybody along with me
Deuce click, nigga, I got the town up under me
Gang
[Tech N9ne]
I remember my school days
When I was dancer
Back when LL Cool J was walkin with a panther
Actually dancing was not
But rap was
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