Lyrics:
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
what you doin'?
Mob-mobbin' like a motherf***er
'Tis the season to be servin'
Well, I roll with a crew of zoo n****z
They're quick to pull a nine
them bitches retreat nigga
Like a g nigga
I make em bleed nigga
? I'm bustin' that's on my c nigga
My war chest is filled with ballers and techs
Ski
still looking out the corner of my eye, hoping you on the couch
That call felt like I was beef that had got shot up
Ironic, I was on tour with Tech N9ne
Look up in the sky all I see is rain
Ain't no sunshine, call me a monkey
But look I got K-9 bloodlines
With P-9's and semiautos
And guaranteed tomorrow
came off that... Oooh
[Tech N9ne]
Baby girl, I wanna see with the top off
Take the Vickie shit off
You know it popped off her
Now I know she ready
WE ARE PUNK N SKIN
Always mock by other people, but we don’t care about their mock
This way is our life no matter what they say
Get the boots
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,
to the concrete
Makin' mo motherfuckin' deal then a swap meet
The C.O.N.V.I.C.T.S. is hittin' niggas where it hurt
Kickin' up dirt down in Texas so here it comes
grow?
Will the boys 'n' the hood have to beat down Ice Cube?
Hell no, I'll static son, you'll see it's okay
I keep my 9 anyway
For the day one
and twisted it up a bit, now the industry's having a heatstroke
Some say that rap is dead, but when I get the white, black, and red
And jump on the tour bus,
street (street)
Buckin wit the tech-9, sweep you off yo feet (feet)
Drankin on that liquour (liquor)
Chillin wit my niggas (niggas)
Hangin
a eighth
Spit like tech n9ne no paint on my face
No taint on my name still I'm ten toes down
Eleven twice cause fuck twelve no stopping me now
Aint no
)
North Memphis bound bitch, buck ass hell and crunk (crunk)
You might catch me deep (deep)
On your fuckin street (street)
Buckin wit the tech-9, sweep you
rock n roll is American way
So join the punk and sing our song
A new generation will be born
Rock n roll will never die
It's anger and it's vile
Join
it's a mystery
Really should be brothers united against the industry
The Africans' diaspora scatter at shattered history
The game missing me; rap is
FTI
This one's for Tech n9ne
This potential energy been building for some time
Someone come hit me
I've been waiting to connect skin
Like a hand drum
starts static
Not the right hand cause I'm the hand itself
Every time I pull a AK off the shelf
The security is maximum and that's a law
Are-E-N
gonna give me a CD
Talking about
Mackzilla, tell Tech he better come to the studio
And fuck with us, or else
I said, don't you punk brother ass niggas
walking in the dark.
Somebody trained me
Rock'n' Roll swindle. alright.
Who's a wirepuller?
What's real Punk?
The outsider says
Punk Rock this town.
case our sun'll roof
No basketball, when we talkin', run and shoot
So I'm outside of da club and you think I'm a punk
So I go to my loaded tech nine
it isn't
To me it is...
Number nine, number nine, number nine, number nine
Number nine, number nine, number nine, number nine
Number nine, number
"Right about now, N.W.A. court is in full effect
Judge Dre residing
In the case of N.W.A. vs. the Police Department
Prosecuting attorneys are MC
know an
They knew how to pose
An' one of them had a Les Paul
Heart attack machine
All the young punks
Laugh your life
'Cause there ain't much to cry for
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