Lyrics:
styling
yeah
ohh professional techhouse maker
minimal term
this is my ride to dance
deep house techno styling
deep house tech tech styling
styling
man..."
[Verse 1: Tech N9ne]
I've been writing for
Nineteen years for sure
Hate rules in these times
Niggaz don't wanna see me shine
Stop me, and then
Click you sick
Colossal, you itty bitty
Space and Missy
Sip our style 'til you're pissin'
Virginia bitch galactic (what the fuck?)
I be writing
Virginia (oh) galactic (what the)
I be writing rhymes, writing rhymes everyday (I be writing, writing rhymes everyday, yeah)
Don't you say no more you
AcidiQ
AcidiQ ịdị dị kwa bad o!
Ay ay
Tech bro
Tech bro
Yea shawty know I'm a spec Yo
Reason why she no wan let go
Say she only wan roll with a Tech
the world
Tech guys rule the world
Tech guys rule the world
Started writing code when I turned 7
Coded my first game at 12
My first Exit was at 16
Made 7
A nigga always try to stay on that light side
But demons come and get da block Hassan Whiteside
I'm in PR I'm writing dis in my right mind
And I'm
Oooooooo life of a professional get it at cha
Life of a professional
Progressional sessional
Transcribed into scripture possessional
The Ancient
The spiked red hair...and the..and the, paintn' his face
Wha, hold on man, Tech is losein' it man
He's not as grounded as he used to be
Tech was
in the band, just like their dads, give us advice on punk rock
Said we'd do better if we quit writing about all the girl stuff
Gonna play
I'm finessing
I'm Vanessa now
Go against it
Gone regret it dawg
I'm finessing
I'm professional
Who gon check me?
Who gon set it off?
I ain't
on y'all for real, they hate on Mak consistent
They can't catch the ball I kill they game, I'm damn proficient
Yes I'm professional, the pressure never press
on the postcard skies,
White hair, black ties,
Riding in atomic jets,
Hi-Tech!
Ah-a-I-ah
Ah-a-a-a-a-ah
Ah-a-I-ah
A-a-a-a-a woo woo
They have
hair, black ties,
Riding in atomic jets,
Hi-Tech!
Ah-a-I-ah
Ah-a-a-a-a-ah
Ah-a-I-ah
A-a-a-a-a woo woo
They have crash helmets on,
Just like Major Tom,
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
a professional
Cause now I'm on top I'm so successful
Started writing you know I got potential
Got dreams to reach so I will never settle
Started from the bottom
nuttin changed
Leave the same way I came, Bringin motherfuckin Pain
Killa Hill projects, hi-tech street intellect
Best connect, blow your headset,
I run a label
You cant stand on these levels cause yo ass ain't able
Ok
Switch up on my tech my tech
HD yeah high tech high tech
I see I'm
nuttin changed
Leave the same way I came, Bringin motherfuckin Pain
Killa Hill projects, hi-tech street intellect
Best connect, blow your headset,
I keep it a hundred no lesser
Throwing hundreds on the dresser
I'm a pro professional finesser
Who you know I might just bless you
Walkin' Margiela
I keep it a hundred no lesser
Throwing hundreds on the dresser
I'm a pro professional finesser
Who ya know I might just bless ya
Walkin' Margiela
writing my emails to recipes
AI to the rescue it's always on call
But when it gets quirky we just laugh it off y'all
(Tech's best friend)
(We just laugh it
Shorty's movin' again, shorty's loose with the pen
Shorty do with the wind
They say I walk around like I got a S on my chest
Tech on my left, gangstaz with
yeah
They say I walk around like I got a S on my chest
Tech on my left, gangstas wit me ready to step (yeah)
I like a chick wit big breasts on her
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