Lyrics:
I don't want no low-tech, slow-tech
Want that get up and go tech
It's a world of high-tech, my technology
Fingers on that keypad flyin'
Brave new
I am a techie and not a nerd
Tech guys rule the world
I am a techie and not a nerd
Tech guys rule the world
Tech guys rule the world
Tech guys rule
Wake up, wake up, wake up
One, two, one, two
We dedicate this one to the hip-hop culture y'all
Brought to you by the world famous Wake Up Show
revolution, the sound is crystal clear
High tech phone, it's a Technolog store
Get ready for the trip, it's time to visit
Buy now, not to store
High tech
middle finger up high
Scream "Fuck the world" (Fuck the world)
(Screamin' "Motherfuck the world")
"Fuck the world" (Fuck the world)
(Screamin'
To later see people I taught tell me, "Yo, we did it"
A letter revolution in the world of tech and music
Free the homie, did his time and paid
High Tech, Gelato
Riding 'round town in a steamer
Bad lil bitch name Tina
Cut her off quick
Iont need her
I cannot fuck with you niggas
I do not
this
When you tryin' to be righteous but know a nigga might just
Leave you lifeless for prices, or high tech devices
So keep that TEC-9 or meet your
keep turning
High connection I can never get away from
I keep a tech on my side
I roll over in the morning and I check it when the day comes
I let it get
creating armies, kill all them godless bastards
Now we own the world, create the world, for all lands, sky and seven seas
Masters in craft, high tech art,
on a mission
I can't trust myself, how could I trust these bitches
Glass bricks filled high tech, I'm still sipping
I would teach you how to mix it
But you're
back, bitch, to settle the score
High spec, low tech or low spec, high tech
Mix it up nigga, it's something they won't expect
Scorched Earth torch work
you, its gonna cost you, this small world, get you're own shit, I'm trying to fit raymond tech n9nes spit for money grip, we makin hits, trip this I'm
[Intro: Gonzoe]
Yes yes, whuttup mayn, It's the Regime man welcome to our world
Ha ha ha, yeh, you ready, you ready Yuk, you know I'm ready, kill 'em
at striker everyone's scared
Won't risk a high five don't wanna get aired
Dripped a hoody and cargos, fairs
Right foot left foot Nike triple white pairs
If I
tech tech
Here comes the ragga sunshine
High times sunshine rhyme
Making you feel sublime all the ちょっと Mr
たたたたんまは無しだ 始まれば止まんない
One night
They be sayin' tech nina he crazy huh.
But you want me on your video
And CD.
You elementary rappers are straight remedial, A.D.D.
I'm in my own world
a black hole leaves no control over thought
I leave my body to see the pits
Go high when the physical takes control
No communications with the inner self
it in my lungs
Yeah I am lazy like a rug
Yeah you just might get snuck up on
Yeah I had to get the ski mask
I feel like I'm Taylor Gang, cargo shorts
I am writing this page from high into space
So why would I fade in the sky far away?
Well only right i inform you
I implore you to know humanity's
Ay, high time
I wanna be high, ay
I just wanna get high, yeah
Pull up in here, I'm just here for the racks, ay, ay
Pull up in here, I'm just here
like they came with a barcode (yeah)
Just left from Wells Fargo (yeah)
That bag on me need some extra pockets, need some cargos (racks)
And I been fly
I'm tryna leave it on a high note, they might do me slimy if my..
I'm tryna leave it on a high note
They might do me slimy if my eyes closed
It's
High-tech, ma alla PAM PAM
Tiro un High-Kick, ma alla Van Damme (Uuuuh)
UFC, World Cup (Yeah)
Jean-Claude, Van Damme
Side-kick, ma alla PAM PAM
Tiro un
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