Lyrics:
heard me flow and it's sealed
Now I got Swedish women yelling "Tech N9nes's vild"
This place is my house
I might as well erase my face wit white-out
Strange Music, yeah
Go Chiefs!
Tech N9ne
Let's roll baby
Bad day with my bitch
Negativity on my phone is ridiculous
Limo shine up on the real Tech N9ne
They talkin' 'bout I'm the sickness
Comin' at that
heaven is callin' my name
[Verse 2: Tech N9ne]
I feel that pain comin' from inside
My people had the same drinkin' and then died
Devil in my brain
every damn minute
I blend it, expands quick, it slams wicked rhymes
Grand spittage, H.A.M. with it, fam dig it's, N9ne
Chea! Hard to see me like
Yeah, H.O.B, ooh, wow
Tech N9ne. Navé Monjo
Yeah!
H.O.B
They keep on following me
Don't know why they'll never leave
I think they love me oh
Oooh (Areola!), Oooh (Areola!), Oooh (Areola!)
That shirt came off, That bra came off that... Oooh
[Tech N9ne]
Baby girl, I wanna see with the top off
put some weight on it
dance for me now
(x2)
Tech N9ne
Ya You have now entered your girls phsyce
you no longer have to wonder where she might be
you
show love 'till I'm blown
Up and my ass gets signed
You don't wanna rep Lo Key 'till I
Go get dicked by Tech N9ne
You aren't underground bitch you're
it cool then intoduce tech
n9ne and if you niggas wanna bang its all jesus aint
nothin but a thing real life mothafucka tecca n9nna
leavin every bitch
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
like the majors (majors), life of the rich and the famous (famous)
That's why she's sucking me off like I come in different flavors
I'm not Tech N9ne
the bitches come and play
They call me Einstein
Chopping like a k
If you get up in my way
Imma get a little strange
Like I’m Tech N9ne
Yeah bitch I’m good
Yeah
he'll hem you up like a fuckin' taper (taper taper)
Mad cuz you spit like you Tech N9ne (Tech N9ne)
Now it's "Bloody Money" like it's Noreaga (eaga eaga)
where them mufuckas lie
And a couple niggas die
But it can’t be I Because I fly
I remember I was 4 or 5
Really I had dreams I would be Tech N9ne
'Til I
planet to get your evil language and shit
Ain't no best lives for you to break up
Tech N9ne's a Gouda maker
With the cabbage I turnip and ya know that
Bullies get they head cracked
KC legends like
Tech N9ne Rich The Fact
Truancy just proves to me
That most of yall lack class
But Yall know we gon pass
Like
can try daily,
?? i'll make you cry baby, bye baby thanks for the ride lady.
tech n9ne and hed p.e. so punk rock, baby get on the bus
and we'll go make
sold
I was probably 10 years old when I learned to disassemble
Then reassemble a semi-auto matic pistol blind fold!
Verse 5 *(Tech N9ne)*
(1-5-1)
Lamar?
Is Q really from Hoover, is Rock still signed to Tech N9ne?
And this is just when I rise, imagine my whole day
My momma smiling more than ever, man
percussion and checks on the head
As she huffin' and puffin cause wasn't no Tech on the bed
And she don't like that Tech N9ne persona
Groupies more groupies
And I ain't animating like say I'm Tech N9ne
But If you get me on a feature it's a straight up crime scene
It seems like every year that pass I gotta'
violently that autumn's gettin' jealous
When it seems to turn to rioting, we call and get assemblin'
Go with that Tech N9ne (Tech 9) flow and spray at your
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
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