Lyrics:
about a God damn Grammy?
Yo, Flav, I give a fuck about a God damn Grammy
But them motherfuckin hoes won't hand me one
At least you was invited by
At least you was invited by the biggots
The motherfuckers told me to buy a ticket
To the phoney ass ceremony
Fuck oscar, emmy, and tony
Cause when it comes
nine
Joey packed the nine
Pakistan on every porch is fine
We adapt to crime, pack a van with four guns at a time
With the sliding door, fuck is up?
to enjoy a freedom that can not be rearranged by fear. To let nothing stand in the way of the freedom of those who chose to live here so today is 1980 again
that this one knew
That one is N9ne, you brung his time to everyone and rhymed
All though some is blind you brung his lines to the sun and shined
Aiyyo Kris man I'm seein' a lot of movement in the industry right now
I'm seein' a lot of cats comin' into the industry
But they got the wrong idea
N9ne and Immortal Technique
Any mortals test my rigor mortis death strike underground deadly like a cobra neck bite
We self made
We don’t pay ways
We
a shot to the rib?
Plus you stay on top of they grills, stay on top of they biz
Thinking n****z plotting on hairs, think they not when they is
This is
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
thought you knew
I fold a rapper like a dollar just to hear his punk ass holler
Walk into his hood and grab his homies by the collar
Stock em all up
saying?
R.I.P B.I.G, nigga R.I.P P.A.C, R.I.P
I got my nigga 50 Cent, yo, this is how it feel, how to rob a industry nigga
Don't take this shit 'cause we
the showa'
Dine with me n N9ne, byin' fine wine
We devour ya, carnivorous niggerish
I gobble the top ya like it was liquorish
I even tell fat girls (Hey!)
And don't dare honk at me when you drive
I'm The Grinch I smell your stinch
And it is you I so despise
[Tech N9ne]
I can't stand yo persona, the drama, yo
want me to do it by minimizing my raps, like if every bar is a trophy
but I twist my wrist until I get the beast out
Tech N9ne giving us a chance
AttenCHUN!
Remix, remix, remix, remix
Remix, mix, mix, mix
Remix
So I'm outside of da club and you think I'm a punk
So I go to my loaded tech nine
I need to touch
A live unbeaten earth
So that's where I'm going
I know a town in N.W. Mexico
Where the sun is gold and life exists
Hideaway
[Tech N9ne]
Hey!! Step right up muthfuckas
And get all the pussy you want
This is the place where you can get all types of pussy!!
We got.. Black
boy, Poppa see to put a slug in your vest
Check, I walk around the street with the black tech nine
By the waistline, kickin' the hype shit
So turn
tech when the heat is on nigga now it's on
Now it's on
Now it's on
Now it's on
Now it's on
Now it's on
Now it's on
Now it's on
Now it's on
Now it's
a punk
My life is fucked!
But it ain't my fault, cause I'm the motherfuckin' product
"He ain't shit"
answer is said, the nigga fled
I pump lead, now he's in a puddle of red
And if you got a buck, you're shit out of luck
Stuck up by the motherfuckin'
motherfuckers I'ma broke nigga so lets go
Tech N9ne Sacramento cannibal I eat
Breath stink like human meat got pieces in my teeth
Can I Get A Toothpick?
the brothers act fools
When I turn a party out, all hands is in the air
Some say it's chill, New York throw chairs
The punk funk sound to make a sane man
Rod
Motherfucker jacked me up, rollin' 'round bumping
'Cause music's too loud, you know what I'm sayin'?
Yo, this is P-O to the G-O
Motherfuckin'
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