Lyrics:
https://freesound.org/people/Abolla/sounds/202535/
Guitar https://freesound.org/people/Smukey9/sounds/415380/
Metal hit https://freesound.org/people/jorickhoofd/sounds/160045/
Metal floor dropping
that
Let's do it
[verse 1:]
You want me to jam I'm finna enta
Brain waves came from insane days
Make ya sick like bad mayonnaise
(Tech N9ne)
Got
out, I'm the C-A-S-A-N, the O-V-A
And the rest is F-L-Y
You see I go by the code of the doctor of the mix
And these reasons I'll tell you why
You
specialize in misconstruin'
We wanna be at a presidential level, what are we doin'?
Foolin' ourselves, clownin' ourselves, playin' ourselves
By not bein'
specialize in misconstruin'
We wanna be at a presidential level, what are we doin'?
Foolin' ourselves, clownin' ourselves, playin' ourselves
By not bein'
bang
Stay in the house that's the sound of the gangs, clef
By the time we figured out what happened
I was in an ambulance tellin' my cousin keep
Ayo real talk, 6ix
As soon as you played me this joint I already knew
Yo this some fucking, Last Call shit
And it got me hella excited 'cause I
in a bag and a breath away from dyin'
Nigga I'm - the epitomy of raw rhymes
The epitomy of rap rock
I make a block party bop to the sounds of a hot
never see em wet
You sound like Chuck Rock, with a little bit of DMX
Now I'ma end this by sayin Regime Life and 56 Vil
Said Tech rappin on that niggas
a hickey, boy I'm sicky
Like a HIV victim, man nobody fuckin' with me
I got banned from New Zealand, whitey called me demon
And a terrorist, God dammit I
haunts from a paper plane
Grease smeared fingerprint on the glass
Another dream in 9 by 16
Can't look through and you can't see past
Swipe up now and wipe
I'm tired of the
9 to 5 wasn't really my style
I knew this since a child
But it will take a while
To end this lifestyle
Listen
I know it sounds wild
But
We goin' platinum, nigga
We goin' platinum
Yeah, you got the Live Squad in this motherfucker
We got my nigga Treach from Naughty by Nature in this
really
That is where we're headed we ain't ever gonna stop
Yea
I do the job, every second, any minute, by the hour yeah I found ma sweet spot
Work in 9
rhyme?
Is a fuckin porcupine half swine?
No time to make up your mind, you wanna run or die?
Clip you while you're running by, trip you up from behind
it sound so deep
I never ride without my glock I keep my nine on me yeah
I came from nothing into something I was fed up
My only option was get out
Right from the start they place me in the ghetto tender age of nine
My tender mind had to surrender to crime
Wouldn't wish this on nobody like the end
down, pop trunk, I'm out that H-town
[Verse 4: Yungstar]
Out H-town, showing surround by sound
Yesterday y'all got mad when I shown nothing but round
I'm
down, pop trunk, I'm out that H-town
[Verse 4: Yungstar]
Out H-town, showing surround by sound
Yesterday y'all got mad when I shown nothing but round
I'm
Call my boy Poppa see to put a slug in your vest
Check, I walk around the street with the black tec nine
By the waistline, kickin' the hype shit
So turn
balling top tier, to the streets I keep my ear
Even with no sound, my vision is Cartier clear
Learned from mistakes of guys before me in the game
Learned
1998,
We need authorization to land.
Major, major? Landing co-ordinations.
We are now ten seconds from touchdown.
10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1.
be cunch
SJ got half the 9 on a shank
Startin' to feel like a TBT
So I give my young guys the four-by-four
Tell them, "Go the L," not 3X3
They
Yeah it's pretty cool
Alright but that was hot
But when you go from that to lyin'
'bout been sponsored by a condom packet
It's safe to say your career's
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