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Tech N9ne

Aaron Dontez Yates (born November 8, 1971), better known by his stage name Tech N9ne (pronounced "Tech Nine"), is an American rapper from Kansas City, Missouri. In 1999, Yates and Travis O'Guin founded the record label Strange Music. Throughout his career, Yates has sold over one million albums and has had his music featured in film, television, and video games. In 2009, he won the Left Field Woodie award at the mtvU Woodie Awards. more »

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2013

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I open my mouth and what comes out is dangerous, angel dust
Mix it up with cocaine and just kill yourself in Los Angeles
Niggas lost and jealous, couple tossed umbrellas
Too hot plus 45's is cocked blazing til we in clouds with Pac
Not to mention, these federal penitentiaries
Locking all my of niggas up giving them half a century
So the day they get out with Alzheimer's they won't remember me
And everything they did before 20 is faded memories

Hated enemies ready to finish me
Government wanna limit these men with G's
Spin it put them in a key, then it's me beginning this chemistry
I am tangled, cause living this got a man strangled,
It's fandagled, hand me a plan from a damn angel

Angels in my city get it gritty, rioting off Henny
In clubs they act fast, packing, they gats got plenty
When you in my streets better open your fucking eyes
Niggas in front wanna take you down, in back wanna break your spine

Stain inside broken glass
And to forget it all we grab a bitch and poke her fast
Walk her out holding ass
Anything for that Lambo, in years of holding cash
Spend it on a couple strippers and forget to hold the gas

Gas high, but it ain't like me, I'm past the sky
You ask us why we emotional and have to cry
Cause the cash is my way that I'm gonna last to die
But when they classify me as bad in the masses eye

Dare you to go through all this sickness
Need a minute come to my senses
On block they pose, throw 'em to the dog
Pitbulls then they place all bets in
Often I cop, often I fight bitches
Launder they thoughts, launder them leave stitches
Street vicious micro missions
Still play the game with the end in a vision
Might

Give a bum a holla, toss em' a couple dollas
Hit the window with them wipers, but forget your babies diapers

And that's the reason why we forever minorities
Hatred for all authorities, fucking up our priorities

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