[Hook] (x2) For the emcees that we know that can't rock Whether on tape, 12 inch, they flatline Either you rhyme for a livin' or livin' it for the rhyme Check the hollow-point and cock back the Tec-9 [Verse 1: Tech N9ne] I told y'all, deep in you froze with flows, La Cosa Nostra Hand me your souls when I approach 'em Coast to coast, toast to indulge ya Makes me (* * *) Little backwards exposure The time is critical, divine spiritual Bind rituals, people keepin' away from N9ne kickables Heard he flips 'em, rips 'em And when he does it may God be with ya, * * * Rips from here to Quebec, I will wreck in the sec' I met you Take off, you flex and get vexed in the ledger, so here's your best bet Give your currency to me, how to be an emcee Is mucho dinero, jockin' juice on mi webbles (*) * * up against * pebbles * through the ghetto like heavy metal, pendejo * my *, killer * * * * kill a sour *, crowded like Roscoe's on * Street Power speech, I straight devour leaf suckers Like they stole from my mother on Christmas (Six plus six, lift us) Flows urkin' to blow like Psycho Perkins I chose workin' with spirits, I'm soul searchin' [Hook] (x2) [Verse 2: Tech N9ne] Domestic violence time, you can not silence N9ne Lyrical science, mine, backstabbin' emcees to the defiance line Fuck *, approve this, the * are clue-less If you ain't with me then you're a true * Who like futuristic, battlestar, galactical rubbish? Haters discuss it, had the number because I bust it Like * *, I know it stings, replacing the children The changeling, I give 'em a brain * Sane dream, the invincible mainstream Reign things, mental bacterial gangrene B-boy 2000, we noise, we housin' Grim display, blowin' us, but I'm like Tim McBay Swim this way if you don't want my flow to drown ya, found ya Down pound for pound, Killer Clown clowned ya Sounds of trigger men, the hunter with the bigger tip Surpass to your lyrics are igornant, I mean ignorant The east trippin', the west trippin' To me the best clippin' is N9na Midwest rippin' (The flippin' Mantronix) Give the man chronic, I'm strippin' damn comics And wrap soul snatchers, we keep the fans on it [Hook] (x2) [Verse 3: Tech N9ne] Who rock the party like this? Face to face with fade * space Is the place, then pass the blunts * laced Close your eyes tight, extractin' souls tonight Hold the mic right, show 'em how you were told * to fight Told to write this with hypeness Like this, priceless asswipes and trifes bite this I feed off of the creed, I need friends, foes Hoes and bimbos, I swallow your soul, swallow your soul, like this [Interlude: King Tech] King Tech on the mix Rock the beat, the-the-the beat Rock-rock-rock, rock the beat With Tech, with Tech, with Tech, with Tech... [Hook] (x2)
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