Lyrics:
lower than what they pay for he that works in Eminem's bakery
You doubt a N9ne, you out of sight you out of mind
Nigga shout a crime from me they
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
are freaking out with maybe flying the vet
I am the check, no denying bitches crying for sex
Spying, dying, or wet, wanna put the N9ne in your neck
way to buss
While so many made a fuss
At the same time
When they meet N9ne they don't wanna speak rhyme
You wanna know the first thing they say
that I'm rubberized?
Me and N9ne master meaning we murderize
We bleed 'em, beat 'em 'til they be gone feed 'em
Speedom!
(If you wanna go with us)
a journey full of pain
But Tech N9NE will remain
Hella brave
And untame
So make way
For the reign
I'm bringing Highland and Wayne
No thanks to Qwest
This, this, this, this one of them ones
Yeah, Tech N9ne!
Turn me up a little bit more, Ben, so I can rock this the right way, brother
If you got
Gorilla Zoe, Tech N9ne and T.I.
But Keyshia was acting bia-bia
Why she acting like a (what?), like a (what?)
She ain't know I grab the mic and light it
that ass out ten ways ta Sunday. So you better eat your Wheaties!
Tech N9ne:
My energy's pumpin'
Its finna be sumthin' ta see
'Cuz when I be
style in the automatic car wash
Later that date she took me to see bait
She bought a nacho plate
But only Tech N9ne got ate
The cerebellum was great
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
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
Time for the N9ne because I'm the chosen
Never gotta be foolish to get the dough
Like a lot of you actin' up on TV to get a ho
You don't wanna have
And by the way, shoutout Tech N9ne, uh
Go and shut the fuck up, just let me talk, nigga (shut the fuck up)
I'm a time bomb that's waiting to go off,
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
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
I was young when she told me I was divine, yes
Not even nine yet (Tech N9ne)
Ran away then got into a life of crime next, pyrex
Made it through
of lupus, cancer, lucimia, epilepsy, m.s,
or sickle cell anemia
All at the same time and the call is a slaign n9ne
Caught by a serial killer with a saw
Gang
[Tech N9ne]
I remember my school days
When I was dancer
Back when LL Cool J was walkin with a panther
Actually dancing was not
But rap was
N9ne
Thank you, Teremana
One take, that's a wrap
Face off, mm
Wake up and I see crime
All of us we on it's eat time
My homies love me yelling "Peace N9ne"
At the same time, throwing B signs
Throwing 'em back
Kollegah hat mich nie in meinem Rapstyle bereichert
Und was Idol? Wir haben einfach beide Tech N9ne gefeiert
Wrong turn, wieso startest du Palaver mit mir,
And them Nike kicks running your life
Your ambition been driven by them
Cars that you like i know some girls that's
Faster than Tech N9ne
Self esteem as low
the middle of a crisis
N9ne has got a knife and I get really hype and fight the type to spite the
Light then ignite the rights
Let's get the bright devices,
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