Lyrics:
Lubriderm, time took to write this
The war will be fought by the righteous
Who stand criticized by his un Alikeness
Knowledge is the truth and it's
to rush
It's a bunch of thugs after us, slugs blastin' us
y'all rollers done mashed her up
The nigga with the live weapons
Who got shorty runnin'
San-jaya, now who wanna try us
That four-five will spit
I'll slump you in the driver seat
And make you really ghost ride the whip
It's real talk, shade
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
tech kamikaze
Quarter million on a start up
A start up (Auto)
We don't stop it we start up
Hope in that whip we start up
Say the wrong thing we start up
read in the crime column
My gift shit, heels lift lick from Cool Whip
Commit it, tho
Netflix used to be my hidden goal
Purple rolls in the elbow
F&N and I aim it dead at ya neck Bitch,
Who want smoke with me
Ain't ready to give or take a shot then you can't roll with me
Ain't sucking dick inside
like 50 Glocks
My whip 2 grips, drive by empty out a clip
Black Card, Black Car, Drive it forwards like a NASCAR
Dumb Ops, drop top, pull up on you
[Havoc]
It be a buck-fifty, your chance of runnin is infinte
Slugs that leave niggas drugged like a chick slip the Mickey
I'm so on the low it
I ain't gon' be background
Getting bitches hype now
This a sport I try out
Ain't no baseball
Star like Akon
Tech N9ne I'ma peel off my old skin like
double shot a henny
All about the ammo NeY
Bubble like no any
Diamond lipped
Crucifix
Seducing chicks
Selective whips
Consecutive hits
I break sun
Big L said it first got the baton to put it on
Mac Dre my style burst while on the verse young Cali spawn
Tech N9ne how I go faster like a bastard
my face
A fool could get his head split
A lot of doubters
Said it couldn't be done by me
them same suckers
Are now lookin' from under me
Wonder'n what
Just bought myself an XPeng, oh yeah,
Stylish and strong, it's got that flair!
Electric power takes me far,
Financed by Norway's finest, it's on par.
Makin loot, even made the news in my gator shoes
Three fifty seven glock, nine, a tech twenty two
Everything I ride in on at least twenty twos
It's
It's alotta gas lotta smoke
9 on me Tony Romo
Fuck da po po
We counting up dese cho cho
Rockin out I'm solo
Put a horse on a whip polo
I've been
timex
Opposition booting up, I got on high techs
Homie pouring up and it's that HiTek
Ayy, migo whipping up in Spanish Pyrex
I am from the streets, they
bless it)
Hit it from the front or from behind (Get naked)
I'm horny baby don't you waste my time (Don't mess with)
Psycho alpha schitzo Tech N9ne
All my sketch skeemers, All my Scum sneakers
In that tech adidas, In that Benz Beamer, All my fresh divas
All my sketch skeemers, All my scum
violently that autumn's gettin' jealous
When it seems to turn to rioting, we call and get assemblin'
Go with that Tech N9ne (Tech 9) flow and spray at your
Owww!
Get on down [x3]
[Erick Sermon]
Well, it's the E wit the juice, I'm down to get loose
Strapped in black wit the nine by the boots
of jizz
Mentality so insane
I got a Tech-9 to and it's called my brain
Shoot another brother? Not today
Death from envy is the only way
Here I can
Yeah, yeah what y'all wanna do?
What y'all wanna do? C-l, ip, s-e, n-e-r-d
What y'all wanna do?
My coke money's in cleaners
Give it a fresh rinse
the be-O-N-E see-Town to the D-Town Its a Midwest thang we let em hang to the grees-ound Smokin trees by the P's-ound Blowing big with my niggas, muthafuckas
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