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Tech N9ne

Aaron Dontez Yates (born November 8, 1971), better known by his stage name Tech N9ne (pronounced "Tech Nine"), is an American rapper from Kansas City, Missouri. In 1999, Yates and Travis O'Guin founded the record label Strange Music. Throughout his career, Yates has sold over one million albums and has had his music featured in film, television, and video games. In 2009, he won the Left Field Woodie award at the mtvU Woodie Awards. more »


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The number one independent rapper in the world!
Tech N9ne!
I am what? Fresh out of fucks!

Fed up with everything I'm cynical than I ever been
I'll make the Beretta ring if any comin' up at a king
Alluding to leveling a leader livin' a better dream
Kinda like the brother on the side of Coretta King!
But the people they made me a monster
I need a getaway and may need some Kontra
Band in my hand I'm goin' crazy and bonkers
Like I'm rich and my baby's Ivanka!
They don't give a damn about a good nigga
They wanna take what you givin' and put you out in the river 
Without a particular 'bout, I give you doubt if you is a
Fallacy giver and nothin' but a salary digger!
I'ma relay the message you're gonna decay
If karma displays a deathbed you wanna delay
The drama today that Tech said he gonna repay
The one in the way I check it wit' a llama to spray!
When I spit it, niggas, quit it
'Cause I come wit' it, big digits
Got 'em livid, when I quick flip it
They don't wanna dig it but the spirit is not authentic
Not a pity party, but I'm fed up with the hatred
And how they wanna spit upon and hit the gentle faces
Not even knowing we sick and mental cases
I open up they mouth wit' a fully and dental they shit!

I am (what?) fresh out of fucks!
I am (what?) fresh out of fucks!

Is it that I'm having a panic attack
And I'm tired of fact that I'm starving like Marvin Hagler
Heart of a battler fighter
Or get you from out of here
Hit you for standing there, man in here mind your manners and manage your mannerisms
Your mouth of a minimal double dribblin'
Stuffed up a Ritalin got me jitterin'
Got me feeling the pit fighters adrenaline
Sitting inside of a cape prison
Shank sharpened and bank targeting (get 'em!)
Is it that I'm having a panic attack
And I'm not gonna have it fresh outta fucks
And I don't make it a habit
I don't trust anybody
The fact me not giving a f*ck I practice
I been seeing on you wishing my tactics
Now the blood up on my body even though I'm watering my cactus
I'll tackle a pterodactyl and shackle 'em and ride on the back of 'em
Slapping them in the abdomen hurry the wings flappin'
We flyin' to Strangeland and demandin' a pretty penny
And poppin' my collar like I'm hiding a hicky
I am who these suckas pretend to be
Get offended by me they depend on my energy
That's a penalty nigga
Finna be remedied the epitome of an enemy
In a minute we cut the noise and become a symphony
Catch a Windom
Family finna be getting behind a riddly dynasty
Tecca N9na and me signin' these twin
Time to be violently murdering my mind 
And become reblinded by me and igniting the dynamite and then me Swish!

I am (what?) fresh out of fucks!
I am (what?) fresh out of fucks!

Bleed ya if you got the funk a milli fever
Nothing but a sucka billy diva
Buckin' really we had enough of the silly negras
Agreed get the heata bussin' up to really freeze ya
I'm an abomination when ya on ya hatin'
Kinda conversation I'ma bomb ya nation
With my congregation of non-sedation
The Don's awakened achin' the spawn of Satan

Who call my name and I'm goin'
I'm kinda plain out of my dorm
My combination ain't norm
It's like I'm facing a eye socket
And breaking his mind pocket
It's achin' the time clock is wastin' a pine box is awaitin'
I'm salivating they callin' me the killa, killa
There's no feelings it's sentimental a general
I'ma hammer 'em, hit 'em all in the middle they feminine
All that bitching is is not admissible
Zip it or get a kick in the genitals
When I spit it niggas critic
'Cause every time I come with it
The winner victor definitive pen and pad pennin' and pennin' it 
And the pyramid I'm making it permanent
Here to stay an initiative
Tryna get it and fit in in where the position is
Put my life and my money freedom at risk for this
Give me mine I don't give a f*ck what tradition is
Listen I'm a diamond amongst honor and I'm killing shit

I am (what?) fresh out of fucks!
I am (what?) fresh out of fucks!

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Written by: Denaun Porter, Aaron Yates, Antoine Burns

Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC

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