Lyrics:
champagne bottles poppin'
Campaignin' with Tech N9ne and the homie Popper
K.c. Brims and shirts you know we stay reppin'
Peachtree or Niece's for a big
Yeezy, Jeezy and Tech N9ne
Line by line, translated, transcribed, picked apart
And analyzed
How it begin, end, the pattern within
Unknown language,
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
Strangeulation I
Hmm, Tech N9ne
Smashes, the masses, but the industry's hatin' asses
Strange days, when your favorite rapper's popping
But
(Nigga, Midwest Choppers)
I am the definition of murda
The N9ne is now coming to serve ya
You're running but you can't go no furtha
Cause I'm running
technicians, no f's given, yeah
This team is a mixture of a few groups
This for my fans, nigga, fuck everybody else
If you loving this tech n9ne give me three
Macdonald, where's Eminem at,
Nas with a Ny state of mind, ludicrous slipped through the back, haven't seen you in a minute, facts, nf, tech n9ne
to day
Andre
Tech N9ne flows oh way oh way
Don't say the name
Dante
I'm droppin' release after every release
Even tho half of you ain't finished youre
bang, bang
My candy pain ridiculous
Even Tech N9ne said that's strange
Pull up to a haunted house
And them laugh at niggas like Marlon Wayans
the game, you bang
You druggin', touchin' everything, you lame?
Sucka, you cannot sustain the rain
Tech N9ne is such a cuckoo in this
Balla nigga, Strange
the request line
And just say TECH N9NE!
They call me Tecca Nina, that be my nick name
I often wreck arenas, most of em chicks man
Spoil us wit checks and visa,
N9ne who y'all ain't fucking with
Y'all can't fuck wit' us
No! No! No can do
Y'all can't fuck wit' us
No! No! No can do
Y'all can't fuck wit' us
of apostles
Boast from the gospel let my whole soul helicopter
Murder the flow like I'm Bundy and Tech N9ne in a hostel
Ill with it for real he believes now
In
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
[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
The purp that gets you real high
Spitting like I’m tech N9ne
Like a chchchchchopper
I’m flowing like that water
Am Inspired by the carter
And I plan to make
Press 1 to review your messages
What up? Is this Tech N9ne?
Strange Music, homie
Tech Nina, baby
Hahaha, Caribou Lou
Hahaha
You're hilarious
Fuck
wasn't popular but never struggled tryna make friends
I used to, piss 'em off cause in my classes i'd spit
Tech N9ne, Hopsin and Rittz lyrics so quick
My
appreciate what's adding on to their "best side"
Can't appreciate or thank me, I brought you to meet Tech N9ne
Every opportunity that'd arise, a good word for
Quick better tell all your friends
It's Potluck and Tech N9ne rockin' again
And we rockin M-O with Krizz Kaliko
His flow is so cold, gotta go gold
This is your biAnnotateg homie Bryan B Shynin from Hot 103 Jams, host of underground heat
This next one is called "Paper", from that Tech N9ne
let a fine nigga stare at her breasts
I get vexed so N9ne bit her neck
Open! I try to contain it, but that dame thang's soakin'
Alter ego say, "Why
tripping
I ain't in the mood nah
Y'all ain't really about this life
Took a couple notes from Tech N9ne
Young nigga got the best rhymes
Don't run your
but he ain't wanna console me
Instead he told me that Top of the Line sucked
He was buzzed like I was, going on Tech N9ne's bus
Trying to fight
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