Planet Rock

You want me to jam I'm finna enter Brain waves came from insane days Make ya sick like bad mayonnaise (Tech N9ne!) Got the remedy rhyme infinity Criminally finna be some shit I crack you open like the youngest male Kennedy Got the whole planet rockin' off the low blows dammit I show flows and poke hoes that's 'posed to be yo's Seein' my haters in a dark alley tormented by mind Dodgin' the (Tech.. 4x N9ne.. 4x) Now here's the message Liberate me, Chocolatate' Take 'em and rock now play Do the fuck what I say Throw ya souls in the air like this Flash ya bar codes while I stick 'em With another hit up out of the abyss The Tech N9ne Nina out to find vaginas Just the playa clubbin' it, rubbin' it Lovin' that crema streama, might seem a little extreme My thing when I flips I gots to make sho' that it's hot And make the whole planet rock like this Here's my chance to blast away Haters causing friction Party people, party people Can y'all get funky? (Who keep it sizzlin'?) Don Juan (Who keep it sizzlin'?) Tech N9ne! Party people, party people Can y'all get funky? (Who keep it sizzlin'?) Don Juan (Who keep it sizzlin'?) Tech N9ne! Call it what you want it, ghetto futuristic come get up on it There's a bianc up in my sector, can I bone it? Cause all we want to do is get drunk, get blowed Spin shit, spark blunts, and fuck hoes We quick to beat a buster down bad Midwestside put me in the Soundlab Now I'm (*demonic noises*) I flipped it backwards for you flow snatchers Blast ya'll in the ass, Nina playin' fast ball Crash all glass jaws Mad y'all cause last call I was in the back of the club Bangin' the hell outta this bad broad On my planet we take no haters for granted They Kris Kross (10 seconds 'till lift off) Be soaked in pistol grip sauce, ripped off The technique's complete heat Retreat 6 feet under 6 feet Unique speaks, freaks tweek Never let the BCs can it, while the trooper Tecca Nina rock the planet, nigga Party people, party people Can y'all get funky? (Who keep it sizzlin'?) Don Juan (Who keep it sizzlin'?) Tech N9ne! Party people, party people Can y'all get funky? (Who keep it sizzlin'?) Don Juan (Who keep it sizzlin'?) Tech N9ne! I'm about the strippers in the back makin' ass hop A Mitchell Bade tryna grip 'em like a pad lock The Don Juan really never let the cash stop The Tecca Nina make the planet rock It don't stop I got that type of flow to make 'em make Scream 3 Six rappers being hunted by a killa MC I never killed a bianca with a 36D A party with the bitches on my planet lookin' crispy Swiftly makin' rappers do 360's (Never knew three 6's) Other niggas tryna diss me be (Under these prefixes) Non ill mal-functional (N9ne!) Rambunctional Never let up on a heated mic 'till I'm comfortable, Rogue style 57th-56th Street Gang, grips we gain Anybody wanna trips we bang Hit us with a what? (Lyrical head splitter) (Makin' hella hoes get a nut) (Make 'em put the rolls in they butt) (Let a ho be a slut) (Negaro never give a fuck) "Why the attitude? Nina ross you got the sauce" Nigga, I'm mad cuz the Chiefs lost, I'm pieced off In Kansas City, I'm straight from the abyss, Tech N9ne! I got the planet rockin' with me Whole planet rockin' like this Here's my chance to blast away Haters causing friction Party people, party people Can y'all get funky? (Who keep it sizzlin'?) Don Juan (Who keep it sizzlin'?) Tech N9ne! Party people, party people Can y'all get funky? (Who keep it sizzlin'?) Don Juan (Who keep it sizzlin'?) Tech N9ne! Don Juan makes the planet rock Tech N9ne makes the planet rock QDIII makes the planet rock Triple Life makes the planet rock Rogue Dog makes the planet rock Costa Nostra makes the planet rock Nnutt Howze makes the planet rock MidWestSide makes the planet rock Party people, party people Can y'all get funky? (Who keep it sizzlin'?) Don Juan (Who keep it sizzlin'?) Tech N9ne! Party people, party people Can y'all get funky? (Who keep it sizzlin'?) Don Juan (Who keep it sizzlin'?) Tech N9ne!