EP: MORE FEAR (2020)

• The Heist (Skit)
• ENTERFEARENCE (Intro 3)
• Bitch Slap
• The Report (Skit)
• I Don't Give a Pho
• Inside
• Specter 

The Heist (Skit) lyrics - Tech N9ne

You've arrived at Walmart Supercenter

Let's do it

Supercenter?

Produce delivery

Immunity passport scan, please

Here ya go

And place your right hand on the scan for your ID chip

Mmhm

Access granted

Yes!

Come on in

Let's do this shit!

Aye lay down or stay down, fat boy!

Oh shit, y'all get the keys to the truck we're going in

Got 'em!

Aooo, aooo, aooo

Aooo, aooo, aooo

Now everybody lay the fuck down while we go shopping

ENTERFEARENCE (Intro 3) lyrics - Tech N9ne

Enter

It felt a lot like I was disoriented

Enter, enter

Enter, enter

Enter, enter

At first, I didn't know what was happening

Enter, enter

And then, I knew exactly what was happening

I was in a daze

It was impossible not to stand there amazed

Rubbin' my opticals with my hands, there's a glaze

'Cause the view is implausible when I scan terri- days

Try to fight the sun, so I try to run

But the heat is so thick, I got no hydration on my tongue

No libation to come

And death is ticking, my lungs

I am stunned when I hear a voice in my say, "The fun is done"

Here come the drums

Dumpin' ammunition

Come the ban the -ism because I am the vision

Sent the plan the mission of in-demand divisions

'Cause hand in hand we livin', but man, we damn near trippin'

Caught so many run away from the light, huh

They want they enlightened to pay the price, huh

But I'm comin' like a thief in the night, huh

Stomping the fire when you put the N9ne in your life, huh

Choppers can't stop us today

I got the drop if you spray

Other people that are praying say, "Tech, please stop"

Opps on the blocks and the cops in the way

But I'm no longer a resident, now I see it's evident

If I am over then am I'm not gonna be a revenant

Or was I really ever meant to be the medicine

But all of a sudden, I heard a voice up in my head

It went, "Heaven-sent"

Enter, enter

Looked up, the sky was fallin'

Then I looked around, everybody's crawlin'

Enter, enter

Thinking to myself, "This can't be real

This is how a giant, or a God must feel"

Enter, enter

Looked up, the sky was fallin'

Then I looked around, everybody's crawlin'

Enter, enter

Thinking to myself, "This can't be real

This is how a giant, or a God must feel"

Realized the sky ain't falling, but the cerebral lie that I am tallin'

Leavin' thy divide and brawlin'

And made the evil die and lie in y'all sin

Lightyears ahead of my peers

Quite weird with no right-near

Cry tears leaving my fears

Now the bright cheer for the white beard

I've been on a mental elevation, I been awakened

And making all the hatin' and fakin' keep dissipating

Try'na straighten the nation with the faith and the aberration

They're shaking the core of Satan, 'cause I'm safe as salvation

They try to hold me down, but it chose me now

To go enter fear and experience showed me how

Evolution from that abusiveness so be proud

Lot of truthin' what I'm shootin', just load me, pow

Then I enter

Into the river of death and blood where only evil's delivered

I will not stop

I know the force that's within me is bigger

Take all the tension, all the shooting and lynchin'

All the blood I am rinsin' off and commencin'

To reinvent, this is my ascension to another dimension

Enter, enter

Looked up, the sky was fallin'

Then I looked around, everybody's crawlin'

Enter, enter

Thinking to myself, "This can't be real

This is how a giant, or a God must feel"

Enter, enter

Looked up, the sky was fallin'

Then I looked around, everybody's crawlin'

Enter, enter

Thinking to myself, "This can't be real

This is how a giant, or a God must feel"

Enter fear

Bitch Slap lyrics - Tech N9ne (feat. Corey Taylor, Hopsin & GreatDaeg)

Entering my personal space with an intent to harm may be a direct ticket down under

Not to be confused with Australia and New Zealand

This ticket is usually issued after your reaction to the bitch slap

Somebody go hit the coroner there's been a mishap

This one's a real altercation and no fucking diss rap

Thinkin' about phonkin' with us and you takin' a big nap

All of the drama because of the sauna you got it because of the bitch slap

Everybody's got an expiration date

But you running your mouth can make your date arrive faster

You come up in my circle with that other shit

I'm sure that we can help you out and take you to your master

Let's go!

Bitch slap!

Quick cap!

Bitch slap!

Quick-

Phonk is the condition, won't give up submission

Wrong as fuck for the hissin' at the throne that buss the clip and hush the trippin'

That a strong enough description?

You don't listen, ya slipping! (Slipping, slipping, slipping)

This expression doesn't apply to women

Just the men when utterly sinnin'

Gonna be winnin' souls within 'em when I blast those

Especially if you don't see no kinda grinnin'

After your lip in the beginning up shit creek is where you swimmin' you asshole

Bitch slap!

Quick cap!

Bitch slap!

Quick- (GreatDaeg)

Talking all your shit, cut the crap (Cut the crap)

I don't do the chit chat, I bitch slap (I bitch slap)

You big cap (Big cap), you big mad (Big Mad)

You need a hand but you gon' get this bitch slap (Yah)

Look me in my face, look me in my eyes (In my eyes)

Lil' Myers flow but I don't need the knife (The knife)

These hands ain't no joke, would make a devil cry (He'll cry)

I know it's hard for you to do, but bitch don't kill my vibe

You can get it too, get-

Bitch slapped!

Quick cap!

Bitch slap!

Quick-

By the time you hear the truth, the streets will burn

Anyone that looking at what a suicide

Do 'em and may confirm

I betcha

Motherfucker is a prodigal landmine

In the medias, never get a number one

I'm falling down a fucking flight of stairs

Like I'm Jesus fucking Christ

Bitter is the blood of everyone who had it coming

Don't ignore me, God you bore me with your indecisive sermons

I'm tired, tired of avoiding what must still be said

Stealing from the hands of those gathered

Show me where you stand on this matter

Bitch slap!

Quick cap!

Bitch slap!

Quick-

Ayy yo, Tech! Hold up!

I got something to say on this shit real quick man

Yo

At it again

Let me find out you been yapping your lips

That's an offense

I ain't gon' stand for this shit, I'm throwing Colin Kaepernick fits

I'll gladly assist you and spit in your face

I'll dismantle your tissue, the issues I bring

Are as tragic as missiles and quick to repay enemies with the pain

Is you afraid? Prob'ly so

Bitch, I'm rowdy and treading where don't nobody go

Lining haters up, eenie, meanie, miney, moe, now he goes, adios

Then I reload the beast mode to behold the King's throne

Get Deebo'd and be gone

If you don't wanna get bitch-slapped, don't leave home, nigga

Bitch slap!

Quick cap!

Bitch slap!

Quick-

Bitch slap!

Quick cap!

Bitch slap!

Quick-

The Report (Skit) lyrics - Tech N9ne

What happened, ma'am?

They came in shooting and taking food

Who's they, ma'am?

The Technicians!

What kind of technicians?

The fucking Technicians, I don't know

Uh, the Technicians are the underground group that refuses to take the vaccines and the ID chips, sir

Oh, got it

Mam is anybody hurt?

Did they hurt anyone?

No they just took food and stole this guy's produce truck

They just kept shooting guns

Okay, ma'am, calm down, we're here now

Would somebody turn that fucking music off?!

I Don't Give a Pho lyrics - Tech N9ne

When you're full of hate

Step into my face

I'm right there like what?

I don't give a fu-

I don't know why people try to play the fucking role

Acting like they rocking with you but they really foes

They gon' let you know just how they really feel in post

I gave 'em a hell of a living on the road

Now they acting hoe and everybody knows (What they do?)

Showing all 32s when you see the girly dudes

Turn around and spit they dirty views

All despite the dough and all the early food

Bring things to the dream team

That don't seem mean, I hear ding, ding

Or the ringing of a bang thang

No more gang, gang with the King, King

You got to answer for that bullshit, so

Have your backpedal ready and let a full clip go

Take your pic, make your shit

Real as what you put in the shitter

I ain't rocking with N9na no more

I don't give pho nigga

I'm right there like what?

I don't give a fu-

Yeah

Looking like we got a few to hit

If you an idiot

I ain't tripping I can do the shit

Yeah yeah yeah

And I ain't try'na wait for you to tick

I don't give a soup noodle dish

I don't give a soup noodle dish

I don't give a soup noodle dish

And if they wanna play the pugilist

That ain't nothing

I don't give a soup noodle dish

Please say something

Please say something

I been waiting to get it off

Let's push that button

He ain't said nothing

She was just fronting

Say you're sorry, forget it all

I deleted it, in the car

For the record just put some respect on the regular heckler, get you beheaded

Go 'head and no cap, and back and forth your mouth

Should've had an abortion I'm eating a portion

And tearing apart a part of the apartment

She sparked it and I gotta watch where you park it

Tell 'em to order protection, protect what you getting

They set up to let up the weaponry (Do, do, do, do)

Don't say that (Uh uh)

Don't say that (Yeah, yeah)

They might be taping it (Yeah, yeah)

They can play it back

I know all that wasn't all that

Told 'em they needed to fall back

Then she hit 'em up, tell him "Hang it up"

Gotta block her, block her, never call back

And you gotta answer for them things you say

At my mama house, but don't know where that baby lay

Take you pic, make your shit

As real as what you put in the shitter

You be back tonight, right?

I don't give a pho, nigga

I'm right there like what?

I don't give a fu-

Yeah

Looking like we got a few to hit

If you an idiot

I ain't tripping I can do the shit

And I ain't try'na wait for you to tick

I don't give a soup noodle dish

I don't give a soup noodle dish

I don't give a soup noodle dish

And if they wanna play the pugilist

(That ain't nothing, yeah, uh)

I don't give a soup noodle dish

Inside lyrics - Tech N9ne (feat. Krizz Kaliko)

It's so beautiful in here

Outside now is a no-go

Why though?

Dark in the days so the gray gon' show

Okay?

Everyone seems contagious

Death toll stays outrageous

So in my brain every day is Las Vegas

Inside I-

I'm running and swimming and laughing and flying

I got sunshine and cherry wine

Floating in the ocean of my mind

Every time, yes

Floating in the ocean of my mind

I found myself a pick-me-up

Don't get stuck 'cause this life is fucked up

Health stores closed but not the golden arches

Purchase a gun at Walmart and they see an open Target

If you're a certain shade

Your working days it'll be curtains paid for the person's played jerk and sprayed

See the cursed in graves

It's really shockin', how quick we fill these coffins

St. Louis still the top peally spot where we kill we often

Learnin' that the Bane days they sent the silly cops in

We turn into back to the same page like we milly rockin' (what?)

Outsiders without pride

Beef with nothing but some stout guys and about die

In my head I never mouth lies, I shout whys

Come outside, it's fam without lies on the southside

Wasn't many we vote for

Cause with grim mean these po-po

I'm Public Enemy's logo

Rubbage been with me so yo

This fucking energy grow though

So I duck within and below low

Really nothing limits me (oh no)

Inside I-

I'm running and swimming and laughing and flying

I got sunshine and cherry wine

Floating in the ocean of my mind

Every time, yeah

Floating in the ocean of my mind

I found myself a pick-me-up

Don't get stuck 'cause this life is fucked up

I am not oblivious though!

Even though I live in my head, the Killer City is so

Over men crazy, cause we can get in the busiest bro

Pity is all I send 'em where the idiots go

My bad, I'm back

In the inside, no sin rides

Nothing but the zin fly

Come out and the ones who wouldn't run and hide

Been died

Evil men tried them bin lies

The devil in stride, your grave will been wide and inscribe

Damn

Total chaos, I'm guessing it's strife

And an evil person flexing his rights

They just want Tech and his mic

But if we get in a fight, complexion is right

All he gotta say is that I threatened his life

I'm laughing in my head

But I see the demon staring at Aaron

But it ain't no sparing the chair

When they think I'm glaring at Karen

Another sucker they love to cut ya

And call you an accuser of the brethren

You fucking motherfucker!

Inside I-

I'm running and swimming and laughing and flying

I got sunshine and cherry wine, yes

Floating in the ocean of my mind

Every time, yeah

Floating in the ocean of my mind

I found myself a pick-me-up

Don't get stuck 'cause this life is fucked up

Running and swimming and laughing and flying

Floating in the ocean of my mind

Floating in the ocean of my mind

Specter lyrics - Tech N9ne (feat. Crystal Watson)

I want you all to listen to a story of a ghost

That only the truly strange can see

It's about the ghost of Tech N9ne

You heard of Strange and heard the name

That came in to disturb the game

Occurred the lane, preferred the word insane so the murder came

A lot of people they heard of the Tecca N9na

And always said that there wasn't a better singer

But it's so many that act like they've never seen the

Independent pro and never stepped into that arena

But I'm a guap stacker, insult after

But to many, my catalog are lost chapters

Mission child he knew it that I'm a boss laughter

'Cause they don't know the story behind the chop master

Who they give the credit to got a lot faster

They say they popping rosé and think I pop shasta

Looking through me like I'm a ghost that shot past ya

Like when you ever seen my name in the top rappers?

I've seen you with my own eyes

That I feel so alive

I believe he lives forever

Specter, Specter, Specter, Specter

I feel like I'm a ghost, 'cause I be doin' the most

My people try to boast, about the 20 year independent

But they praise another label up on Revolt (F.V.)

They never play O.G., Tecca N9na like I pay no fee

I ain't trippin' or takin' peyote

But I dropped it in '09 and nine years later another artist dropped a record called KOD

Looked over the flow spit, I'm not on a GOAT list if that ain't goat shit what is it? (Bullshit)

A 'N9ncian know that I'm so fit to go with the dopest and know they fa sho get the bidness (Full clip)

I am kingly but I'm treated like I'm some kind of genie

Rubbing the lamp and I'm hella dreamy

People that stream me 'cause of "Caribou Lou" and the little teenies, they banging the record but never seen me

You heard the handle, claiming you never heard the jam though

Flowing I got the words to ramble

I murder famil', I'm money like a bird in a band though

Mythical so they burn the candle

When they talk about this person, I'm a sick earthling

Heard I was the Devil and now they dispersin'

'92 rapping backwards I get workin'

A decade later I hear some gnarly tihs surfin'

It's like I don't exist sometimes

Thinkin', "How is it possible to miss some rhymes?"

That were put together to make a hit, dumb minds

Couldn't keep up the cadence of the sticks, drum line

I'm down with the stable and got the sick combined

My imagery made 'em all wanna split from mine

Redheaded when it wasn't the shit, shun N9ne

Now it's poppin', yo can a nigga get some shine?

I've seen you with my own eyes

That I feel so alive

I believe he lives forever

Specter, Specter, Specter, Specter

Beware the ghost of E.B.A.H

If you deny the name

In time the ghost will greet ya

Then it will supply the reign

How else you explain it?

One of the best to obtain it

But so many claim they not acquainted

But they know the name is famous

And Strange is painted the best but never aim to bang it

'Cause of backstory that I'm that gory

Like I got an evil entity to rap for me

On a fat chory but the math surely

They ain't fuckin' with me like I gotta scratch orgy off the list

What does it cost to get the main line to gang shine off the rip?

The hang time to bang mine lost the grip then

Same rhymes that came flyin' caused the split

Pressure for the large investor

'Cause it is hard to measure carbon texture Tech sure

Resurrector the sole injector

But for the whole semester they closed the lecture for the specter

I've seen you with my own eyes

That I feel so alive

I believe he lives forever

Specter, Specter, Specter, Specter

Beware the ghost of E.B.A.H

If you deny the name

In time the ghost will greet ya

Then it will supply the reign

ENTERFEAR (2020)

• Just Die? (Intro 1)
• Suckseed (Intro 2)
• Outdone
• Look What I Did
• Yeah No!
• Dr. Sebagh
• Question Mark This!
• Snake And The Batman / Story Time (Skit)
• Feel So Sad!
• Leave It On The Flo! Pt. 1
• Phonk (Leave It On The Flo! Pt. 2)
• Angel Baby
• On The Outside
• Smell Good
• Stoli Doli
• For Ya Love
• B.I.B.
• Saw Somethin'
• KC Smile

Just Die? (Intro 1) lyrics - Tech N9ne

Why

Do I give so much

To those who don't know what it takes to be I

It takes so much focus

But they say this lotus I grew should just die

Why do I read, my art is starting to bleed and receding

It's alive

Even though I'm woke up, this so sucks

How 'bout my throat cut

Just a thought, excuse me while I get this off

Tech is lost, read this then accepted naught

Gave the game this, 20 years of Strange shit

And I still retain this sick language I came with (cha)

Tech is falling bitch shut up (shut up)

Death is calling, nigga what up (what up)

Your text is causing me to nut up

Crawling in the gutters coughing my blood up

What if you found out you made me

Cause critics were driving me crazy

This kinda thing shouldn't phase me

But it could be easier D-E-A-D

Easier for me though

To another dimension and place we go

When I smother and weaken a Yates' ego

I'ma taste blood when I'd rather taste a Cheeto or Dorito

Life can be testing and stop in a hurry

Might be investing in stock then the jury

Gives you the Fing not what you expecting

When I chew or section your cop and you bury

I'd suppose I'd die for those to buy the ode

And get the newer shit to fly to throw

I give 'em cooler hits that I compose

While the code dissing me and deny the flows

All the nay saying won't tempt me

And I ain't never been wimpy

But it's a thought when my tank is low and just about empty

How about I just die, die, die, die

It might stop the sorrow

Taking tomorrow away

Run from this shit bye, bye, bye, bye

When my spirits are low

No need to borrow day

How about I just die, die, die, die

It might stop the sorrow

Taking tomorrow away

How about I just die

Inside I just cry

Fuck that shit

Let's get off

All this shit 'bout Tech is soft

Exit cross, how could you not respect this off

Take your time after time when you come for me

Spit your swine at my rhyme for everyone to see

You don't even need a mouth

Hit me with the keys of deceit and I'm bleeding out

So this is the heated route

Been feeling defeated when reading conceited doubt

But you can't fold up, Strange Music soldier

I thought I told ya my bows are like boulders

I'm major, but I'll fade ya, cause of hater behavior

The savior awaits ya, you traitor, I'll break ya

Talking 'bout when I bust, I spit

Like when I crushed my zit

I am a legend, I'm 20 minus 11

Here come the seven after what's my six

When you cuss my script on the media

Talkin' 'bout I rushed my shit

I'm telling you kcid ym kcus bitch

How about I just die, die, die, die

Die, die, die, die

Die, die, die, die

Die, die, die, die

ENTERFEAR is here bitch

Suckseed (Intro 2) lyrics - Tech N9ne (feat. Krizz Kaliko & King Iso)

[Krizz Kaliko:]

I just can't fail

I figured, hell, why not

Be what I'm supposed to be?

And then if you can't tell when you listen closely

They suck

I mean they just suck seed

[Krizz Kaliko {Tech N9ne}:]

{I love it}, glasses and asses up

{I love it}, yeah, we get the bag for what?

Look at me, look at me, woah, {what the fuck?}

Look at me, look at me, nigga, I'm rich forever (Okay)

You get to suck seed

[Tech N9ne:]

You can suck it, I make 'em puke in buckets

Producin' ruckus, who can touch it?

He fake and losin' ducats, I'm scoopin' up

But identical, I will never be, pinnacle, I'm ahead of ye

Never begin a flow, at minimal, I incredibly rock that

Sit your ass down

Away from the massacre, they gonna laugh at you

Come with the fuckery, A. Yates gonna blast at the

Naysayers yappin', the K comin' after ya

I'm in a battle with enemies and I'ma kick up the energy

With the divinity, nobody malicious can limit me

I locked rap, back in the day the city where chops at

Shocked that, some of 'em saying I ain't the top cat, stop that

With your wack sound

They know if they trippin', I'ma come with enough B's

To hit 'em with the stingers, they do nothin' but just bleed

But for now I'ma stunt on them and tell 'em to suck seed

[Krizz Kaliko:]

Oh, tell me how to fail

When you look at all I've got

And what's in front of me

And then if you can't tell when you're looking at me

I buss for fun while they suck seed

[Krizz Kaliko {Tech N9ne}:]

{I love it}, glasses and asses up

{I love it}, yeah, we get the bag for what?

Look at me, look at me, {what the fuck?}

Look at me, look at me, nigga, I'm rich forever (Okay)

You get to suck seed

[King Iso:]

Like Monica with a stain on her blouse

My cock got the moniker, bitches keep my name in their mouth

I'm a thermometer, you can't monitor with JVC

While I just lay on the couch and she suck it like it's Tang in the pouch

I'ma get to bussin' like a AA-12 do

Having fun with the bullet, get it? I'm playing around

You ain't safe 'cause I'll knock out bodies in the safe, not a sound

It goes up, even when I piss, I don't aim at the ground

Niggas be thinking they better but never could buss at the kings

Steady be rappin' and cappin' just like the gunpowder thing

Niggas don't want smoke, I do like when you run out of trees

Takin' flight on you niggas just like I jumped out a swing

All them suckers by you, they can't help you

I stage dive with guns, I jump out and squeeze

Haters treat success like it's a one hour deed to succeed

Never, but here's a bag of sunflower seeds, little nigga

[Krizz Kaliko:]

Oh, I don't know how to fail

I've never not been hot

Look what you've done to me

And then if you can't tell when you're close to me

I'm what you'd be if you didn't suck seed

Outdone lyrics - Tech N9ne

Search maps, when I started to bust raps

1985 that's when I first snapped

Decades before they birthed apps

I was given niggas what did we call it back then, Dirt naps

But nowadays they still singin our phrase

Know how to raise a lotta Hell up or else your crowd will fade

Devour naysayers hatin tryna get our clout ablaze

My route will stay electro-lit and Kali's my poweraid

And together we get paid in full (that's right)

For the cheddar we big raging bulls

I'll get hatin, cruel

Meddlin with pay and jewels

Enemy sits laid in pool

Hit em with quick blazin tool (chyeah)

He said he wasn't a fan of us

Comin at me with a camera

See me become a stammerer

Cuz I am the one with the stamina

I got the fully, I'm bout to be bully

From KCMO in to Canada

You are the work of a janitor

And I'm really coming to damage ya

Nobody want to be showed up

They send me one verse then they hold up

I send them my verse, then they go buss

Another verse after mine is a stole cut

Cause they go nuts, with a pro clutch

Microphones givin no fucks

Cause I'm dope plus I'm like the flow trust

I got fo sho guts, they get ate like a poor russ

From Jack Stack the gats back

When I'm out on my town, I get my Aventus right at Sacs

That smell and my riches will

Get your bitches hat macked

Bosses take losses when you cross this black cat

And that's facts

Don't nobody want none cause

I can make you outdone

Really wanna go flow with the gun

You niggas are just done

When I'm doin it for fun yo

I can make you outdone

Doubt from when you slouched what's the outcome

When I go 11 I'm speaking in tongues

I can make you outdone

[*speaking in tongues*]

(Done) Technician and independent number one

I can make you outdone

You know the vibes nigga

No drums I still rock that bitch

The industry shun me, but I got that stitch

Eminem, Wayne, Kendrick an Pac's rap pick

Jahseh, Joyner and Logic too, so stop that shit

Actin like you don't see me in the conversation of the greatest, I never got a nomination

Cause you hated call me an abomination

When it was domination when you played it

How a nigga feel, outdone

When you get em on the label with ya

Get his clout sprung

They loose, hung up

Ya mouth guns at your picture

Now ain't that a kick in the sack

When I saw it was fixin to snap

On a gathering mission to pack him out

But Travis told us to keep bickin it back

I let it go when I should have beheaded it bro

Cause I put him on a pedestal, as an incredible

I know he regret it so, cause the bread it goes dead set low as your credit score

Man I'm so done

Now I'm biting my thumbs cause

I can make you outdone

Callin Kevin Wendall Crumb, will never stop this beast

They know it when I spit speech

I can make you outdone

Shit gets deep

My talent gives some rappers shivers and it should

Cause I kill it with some of the best spitters and it's good

Guessing, my sketchin gets em stressing

They go left and feel threatened

Somethin like police round niggas in the hood

White and black mostly white though

With hundreds of years with beef, ain't no lipo

The problem is no face to face, just Skype yo

That's so cowardly kinda like they did Iso

No conversation, just left him for doing a song with me

All of the ties, from the otherside was gone quickly

Tears flow here bro cause I ain't double crossed Zero

We all know Mike Johnson is one of the fastest at rappin, that ain't what I'm here for

I'm here for rockin the spot

Not leavin you mothers with a coffin to drop

Anybody got a problem with me

When your daddy was popping the twat

Instead of inside her

He should took you, and shot you in the sack

Look What I Did lyrics - Tech N9ne (feat. Flatbush Zombies & Jehry Robinson)

[Tech N9ne:]

Strugglin' and I didn't really have nothing

Then I started mad bussin'

Now the money machine got hella cash gushin'

I come from roaches, hardly no chips

Grant me your hocus pocus revelations and giant locusts

Oh shit, we was hopeless, folks just on the broke list

Roach get loaded and served the bogus with the fo' fifth

My G, I ain't always been super icy

Stealing food in high V slyly

I see Nike's, I don't do the right thing with Spike Lee

But I could not buy when the size be pricy, why me?

Then my earth sounded, first round

I put the work down and many mercs counted

Thirst found and in a cursed town

And with a turf crown, I eat a surf sandwich

Turn the page and I'm rocking shows

'Round the flock of hoes and my partner rose

Out the top of Hip-Hop with a lot of dough

And I got the soul like I'm Pop of those (lock and load)

Forgot how many time they tell me I'm Forbes

We sell, we encore, and way back in the day

I was like help me, I'm poor (cha)

Millions all around the world, they took what I heared

Inside I put it in music, made it, Ma look what I did

[Jehry Robinson:]

Look what I did, yeah, look what I did

We got money all around us, I'm a legend to these kids now

Look what I done, yeah, how far we come

Keep running up the numbers 'til we get to number one

I look where I'm at now, we ain't in the background

Running through the crowd, real proud, got my hat down

Look at where I'm at now, money come in racks now

Never fake the look, mama I made it, that's a fact now

[Zombie Juice:]

From a trap to this rap shit, nigga, immortalised

They sayin' that I'm weird, nah, certified

I grew up around G's, shelters and in the peas

Feeling helpless, hold my knees, helpless, Lord please

Remember turnin' the light on, watchin' the roaches flee

Used to rock a turtleneck in school, they made fun of me

Used to share sneaks with Meech, just tryin' not to make some creases

My moms been deceased, just tryna live with some beats

No boxes, swear conflict is obnoxious, obnoxious

All that hate you do is toxic, selfmade couple of bosses (Ooh)

We got boo, king back, sold out every room

Coachella, our mixtape, overseas we're like The Beatles (Trippy)

Ah, yes, nigga, in every city pay dues

Bonnaroo's was splittin' a dollar fifty

I snooze, still sleep, but our prizes are still increasing

I geek and they know the issue

I used to dream of this every evenin' now

[Jehry Robinson:]

Look what I did, yeah, look what I did

We got money all around us, I'm a legend to these kids now

Look what I done, yeah, how far we come

Keep running up the numbers 'til we get to number one

I look where I'm at now, we ain't in the background

Running through the crowd, real proud, got my hat down

Look at where I'm at now, money come in racks now

Never fake the look, mama I made it, that's a fact now

[Erick the Architect:]

You the weakest link, I walk with them Kansas City Chiefs

Just say I'm one of one, but my whole course a million nigga deep

I only see what I wanna, I struggle for the freedom too

If you can take a course and be enforcer, will you lead 'em to?

Survivin', don't trouble my soul with problems

I got problems of my own

I thought I would weigh my options

But the truth, man, I was wrong

I come from the game with something to say

Raised in the slumps and I bumped in the Bay

Rollin' me in and I'm pullin' the pin while you grip the grenade

[Meechy Darko:]

I'm a big ball, she suck me up and rub my sixpack

Niggas sell millions, make millions, never give back

Bone crushers, them type of guys to leave your ribs cracked

Born in the trenches, boy, my first words was "Click, clack"

Revenges, outsmarting forensics

Relentless intentions until the top spot is relinquished

Boy, your top spot my hitlist, sweet taste of revenge

Victory, this shit's delicious, take your swig from the bottle

Wipin' Hennessy on my whiskers

Hit the block, chop it up, bag it 'til your fingers blister

Tag his toe, do them bitches, clean knife but dirty pistol

Shooters lights out, pass the pistol like a give-and-go

Last time out but I don't need a coat

Splash brothers, wet 'em up

Keep every sibling and half brother

You're dead as fuck, dead as fuck

Yeah, my heart's boxcutter, keep the water rotation

Hitchcock leather face in Freddy, Jason

Bloodsuck clothes, mildew in my basement

Look what I did, what I done just to make it

(Look what I did) Huh, just to make it

Look what I did, what I done just to make it, lil' bitch

[Jehry Robinson:]

Look what I did, yeah, look what I did

We got money all around us, I'm a legend to these kids now

Look what I done, yeah, how far we come

Keep running up the numbers 'til we get to number one

I look where I'm at now, we ain't in the background

Running through the crowd, real proud, got my hat down

Look at where I'm at now, money come in racks now

Never fake the look, mama I made it, that's a fact now

Yeah No! lyrics - Tech N9ne (feat. Mackenzie Nicole)

Yeah! No!

Yeah! No!

This God energy, y'all ain't ready

'Cause I ain't hanging out, nigga I'm reclusive now, what!

The gun drops in a one

If you bums cross then you done

Don't get red rum caught in your lungs

It's electric when the Tech is finna get plum lost in the drum

Let's go!

We gotcha, he want it wit' we 'cause we don't see nada

Gotta be solitary or prolly wit' me partnas in a B chakra

Flea's off ya gotta bleed Mothra, please Papa

I'ma need vodka wit the weed to stop ta lay D, Gaga

Ball pit, slit, bitch, split slide, you can dip wit' them guys

That wanna hit the spliff from inside my fuckin' circle

I don't wanna hurt you, the N9na's a virtue

We gotta take care of him

And if you think you're gonna harass him

You cannot reach me and all of my seraphim

Ninefold, so nigga I been chose, I get in souls

Make 'em implode wit' a beat like I'm on and my grim flows

When I'm done, say goodbye to the gun, everyone I gotta go

You wanna hang out wit Doc Strange after my show?

Yeah, no!

Yeah! No!

Yeah! No!

Yeah we good, it's just time to be still for real

I am not y'alls enemies, I'm trying to preserve my chakras nigga

Nine times greater than rhyme I'm beta

With the slime crowd, it behind

I made it with divine shine haters

When I line mine

But I'm the highest angel in rank

Try to find my angle and came, I'm exalted

Nigga lost his but the boss is entangled in bank

Might feel inferior to this hierarchy

But you gonna hear su-superior, you try'na tire mark me

Tech'll never bring the gore to Maudie

The family cannot afford the body

Of the blessed kid to be tested

You gonna catch shit like a porta potty

Shieza, why ya try the fire? Bye bruh

Never am I pleading my case

Got an angel 90 feet in my face

On a cloud nine

'Bout time to get out rhymes with devout lines

About mine and see shout signs 'cause I outshined all the clout kind

I'ma stay lifted and gifted, I see that you Round Up

That's 'cause you wicked and vicious, you'll be in the ground bruh

If you family you already know I'm gon' show

But if a nigga wanna get with me on back and forth flow

Yeah, no

Yeah! No!

Party time's over after shows, nigga

Hang out

I don't know who the hell shooting at you motherfuckers

Leave it

Nigga, just leave it

Our connection is no more needed

'Cause my mere mortal mind has been deleted

Now my seraph in your time is now depleted I conceded

Motherfucker leave it

Nigga just leave it

Our connection is no more needed

'Cause my mere mortal mind has been deleted

Now my seraph in your time is now depleted I conceded

Motherfucker leave it

Yeah! No!

Yeah! No!

Strive to be the highest of men

God is not in the sky it's within

Dr. Sebagh lyrics - Tech N9ne (feat. Landxn Fyre)

[Tech N9ne:]

Lemme take a drink of water, be in real quick, hold up

I got a bone to pick

How can you sit up and say I'm repetitive with every song I spit?

Lemme yell on you, bitch, leggo

Looked in the mirror like, "Dwamn"

I ain't gotta use a filter on the 'Gram, ain't no glam

And my new hits straight slam

They still tryna hate on who I am

They think I'm seein' Dr. Sebagh, Dr. Sebagh

They think I'm seein' Dr. Sebagh, seein' Dr. Sebagh

Anti-aging fans be praising jams we making

Tell 'em I got a variety (Yeah)

But then again, I never needed fuckin' notoriety

From a simple ass dude in society

Said I'm losing it, why would you lie to me

When you really admire me?

With the rhythm inside of me fiery, I agree

Now put that in your diary, Tecca N9ne'll got ya group decayin'

(Amputations)

Dealin' with choppin', I'm poppin' you through delayin'

(Cancellations)

Put me inside a clinic where the youth are layin' (Cancer patients)

I play 'em my music and here come the Super Saiyan

(Transformation)

Oh, a opp

Opp's talkin' shit, got me in a rage like Broly (Broly)

Cops talkin' scripts, want me in a cage like Foley (Axel)

Not walkin' with (Nah), bots not gettin' hit (Nope)

When I'm droppin' spits, never seen a age like ODs

Forever young, many say you'll never find a better one

Independently doin' shit that was never done

Eatin' rappers like my favorite Freschetta, yum

I hit 'em like, ooh

That is when I get to chewin' a mic, I be doin' 'em like, ooh

I am the killer to ruin a life, I'm pursuin' 'em quite true

How you be thinkin' that you in the right when you're viewin' 'em like, boo?

I'm ruling tonight (Chyeah)

(If you rule in haikus)

Boy, you know this flow pops

Be like a pugilist, you wanna throw shots?

When I do this shit way in, the folks flock

Like my career and my mug is receivin' Botox (Chyeah)

I swear I'm on avengin' and thuggin'

I injure them sudden, I hinder men, assemble in blood

In a sin-driven coven, I'm endin' 'em, rekindlin' nothin'

Sendin' 'em fussin' 'cause my shit got that Benjamin Button, bitch

Looked in the mirror like, "Dwamn"

I ain't gotta use a filter on the 'Gram, ain't no glam

And my new hits straight slam

They still tryna hate on who I am

They think I'm seein' Dr. Sebagh, Dr. Sebagh

They think I'm seein' Dr. Sebagh, seein' Dr. Sebagh

Anti-aging fans be praising jams we making

[Landxn Fyre:]

The older, the wiser (Woo), I spill like a geyser (Woo)

And call you a liar, I (Woo) don't really got time for (Woo)

Yeah, so I say, "Bye, sir" (Yeah)

Don't tell me disguise the (Yeah), limit when it's full price on the moon

Pour a ton of gas up in this womb, feelin' like the match up in the boom

Bada boom, bada bing, I'd assume how to king

I'd assume how to think

They keep you up at night, scared to shine the light

Mighty move, I don't see anything

And the dreams sound asleepin' on me

That's the reason, homie, I could teach you something

You don't really wanna mess with me

I'm blessed to be the dopest kid to ever be (Aww)

Ain't nobody really wanna mess with the kid

With the steppin' up, obliterate the haters like, duh

Prayin' to God that I fall off and pop off and hit 'em with that (Ah)

Think I just murdered another track, service be soundin' just like (Yee)

How is a thirteen year old finna kill another track?

Another track that's so amazing, man, it's so amazing

How I did it, I don't know, but lately, I been super hot fire

Blazin' the way at the pit is been feelin' so ageist like who's that guy? Yeah

Man, I don't know, pull out the pen like I'm finna explode

Get it? Nevermind, I should not sever

My anger releasin', they watchin' it go

(Down, down, down, down)

I am the reason for sinkin' your ship

(Drown, drown, drown, drown)

All of this killin' is stressing me (Chyeah)

(Out, out, out, out)

I'm (Out, out, out), I'm ('Bout, 'bout, 'bout)

'Bout to make it in the game (Woo)

How could you tell me that I'm an incredible? (Yeah)

I'm highly professional (Yeah)

I did what you can't so I'm finna let it go (Yeah)

I'm doin' it ethical, I do it impeccable

I am perceptible, split upon like a decimal

I spit ineffable, yeah (Okay)

You got a curious case of envy

Feedin' my veins, I'm feeling it in me

Keepin' it strange, how could I not with the

N9na who murder everything that everyone who in his path?

Finally, your highness, eternally passin' the ball of a murder rate

Hood too, they fast enough and fast enough to step to him and then he, uh

[Tech N9ne:]

Looked in the mirror like, "Dwamn"

I ain't gotta use a filter on the 'Gram, ain't no glam

And my new hits straight slam

They still tryna hate on who I am

They think I'm seein' Dr. Sebagh, Dr. Sebagh

They think I'm seein' Dr. Sebagh, seein' Dr. Sebagh

Anti-aging fans be praising jams we making

Question Mark This! lyrics - Tech N9ne (feat. Krizz Kaliko & Lex Bratcher)

[Tech N9ne:]

Shit was all good just a week ago

Fiddled with that middle the best

Then you reject, give a little respect, like Aretha, yo

Damn

Gotta stop it, I'ma drop it if you pop it outta pocket like a pita, though

I need a ho that gon' let the cheeba grow then receive a blow

Instead of pushing me in a Living Single Latifah show

Hear me out, though

Should be normal and thinkin', severely out your noodle and really groucho

Your silly mouth go illy on the milly until we shout so join me it 'til it kill me and should be outro

PMS-ing me nothing but a demon recipe

I'm seeing that could be being a threat to me fleeing effectively

You don't get to be effing me when you wrecking me

Guess when y'all confess and regress it 'cause we in a mess debris

About to issue a check for you to follow connect to who you swallow wit' excommunicado

Into the water, regret, you do the lotto when Tech, 'cause boo, ya hollow when X you blew in sorrow

I ain't tryna paint a dark picture

But I think that I needed a heart to heart with ya

But when the spark hit ya thinkin' that your bark sicker

With an imbalance to smothering yard nigga

Never been a fart kisser

I mean I can only take so much

You say some real shit, I'm like, "Hold up"

Never fails, every month, girl, you go nuts

Snappin' right out of it like nothing and be like, "So what?"

Actin' like it ain't nothing when I'm so sick

From the coldest that you spoke with

I'm 'bout to kick you to the curb like I'm co-quitter

Let 'em roll off of me why you bringin' up old shit

[Krizz Kaliko & Tech N9ne:]

Why? I don't know what to do, I don't know what to do

You actin' a whole girl, no, girl, don't know what you be going through

Question mark this, what's the matter with you? It's like it's a habit with you

If I ask you don't call, don't text, I can't take that PMS shit

[Lex Bratcher:]

Shit was all good just a week ago

Now you 'bout to see repercussions from when my heat explode

PMS PSA this a message to you weaker hoes

I be the best in LA, it is not a fucking secret, yo

I am not the female no-one I'm Lex Bratcher

But all these captions like, "You should gas that, Lex" huh

Spittin' with the illest and I be killin' niggas feelings then I go drilling

Nah, fuck it, you can have that Tech, ha

She throws, these little niggas know I cease flows

Decrease the piece from the West to the East coast

Keep killers with me, they from The Bay, they lethal

G's with me doin' more GTA than Niko

Why the fuck you talkin' that shit? But I peeped, though

Copy my raps and that's facts like they're at Kinko's

I'm in my bag, so get mad, 'cause dad you had your grasp

But fumbled your sack like at casinos

I know that my flow is vital

I be the IV to half of these pie holes

Try me, they sorry, s-s-stutterin' high notes

I never thought I'd come up with my American Idol

But Tecca Nina hit me up 'cause he like the way I be rippin'

Spit more content, got more fire than Scottie Pippen

If I'm honest niggas will probably never get this

Gotta be rockin', mama said keep them pots and pans in the kitchen

Like damn, you were supposed to be my G, ayy, man

Now they chalking your body dead in the street, amen

All these motherfuckers sleep

I'ma have to Lowrider George Lopez to my three AM

Hoppin' on your bros, where they do that at? Question mark

I don't know but 'round here we act serious

Head all bashed in family saddened

I'll leave a pussy bleeding and that's on period

[Lex Bratcher & Tech N9ne:]

Hey Tech

What's up, Mel?

Why you gotta flash on me like that though, man?

Tech, when have you ever known me not to flash on you like that?

You feel like that's cool? You know what I'm sayin'?

Why you gotta sample a nigga like that though?

Man, that's what the fuck I do

[Krizz Kaliko & Tech N9ne:]

Why? I don't know what to do, I don't know what to do

You actin' a whole girl, no, girl, don't know what you be going through

Question mark this, what's the matter with you? It's like it's a habit with you

If I ask you don't call, don't text, I can't take that PMS shit

Snake And The Batman / Story Time (Skit) lyrics - Tech N9ne

[Tech N9ne:]

The Snake and the Batman

Let's go

Snake and the bat, the haven that awakened you cap

From takin' a nap, shapin' a nation, hopin' they can adapt

To placin' the strap at Satan, a blatant attack

Hating's domination waitin' to be shaken, facin' Yates in the trap

Droppin' the faction that's lackin' African passion

When rapping crap is in action but the black assassin is happenin'

Laughin' 'cause I make 'em all a has-been

When I'm mashin', everybody that I'm passin'

Is gaspin' 'cause I'm elevation, Aspen

Get it brackin' in a Tecca Nina fashion

Super wordy

If you can serve me like a booth for thirty

But I'm Ruger, squirty

Language and this loofah dirty

I don't see another artist on a nigga level

When I get to go to get it started, I'ma hit the pedal

Anybody wanna be departed, come and get the rebel

That'll really be retarded like you're fuckin' with the devil

But you're not though, it's Picasso with a afro

You the cop, yo, that's soft, I say, "Gestapo"

Cotton swabs, we choppin' gods

And we're forsaking your wack jams

Making your rap fans follow Snake and the Batman

(Snake and the Batman)

(Snake and the Batman)

[Krizz Kaliko:]

Tech N9ne is a man

That's held high by the fans

So everybody please stand

For the Snake and the Batman

Tech N9ne is a man

Who does just what he plans

To make fans in all the lands

He's a Snake and a Batman

More T-N9ne

For he rhymes and glory shines

Gather 'round for storytime

Feel So Sad! lyrics - Tech N9ne

Real, real, real stories

Aaron is so cute, that's what they used to say to me

9th grade, young female teachers almost every day to me

That's when I wore the high top fade and curly frees with bravery

'Cause the gangstas say it ain't the way to be

But all of the women hella thought it was savory (mhmm)

In my Guess fit, popular, you guessed it

Hip-Hop dance and rapper, in a talent shows, I blessed it

Hardly rode the bus home 'cause I stayed after displayed laughter with the greyed passer

I'm a lay master and everybody know that I'm a bae catcher

Walking home on cloud nine, a hundred percent man about mine

Then I crossed the way, there was a grown man stopped at a red light hella on shout time, he said "hey!"

When I looked I was thinking that I hope this person ain't pistol happy

Then right before he drove off, the man blew a kiss my way and then he whistled at me, I'm like, "mother-"

Then he sped off, I was thinking man I wanna tear his head off, then I stopped 'cause I was tripping

Walking, I was almost home, I kept dipping

Got home, then I asked my mama why did he say hey at me instead of hey at a girl

Then my mom just looked right at me and said, "Baby dawg, that's the way of the world"

Later that night, I hooked up with two homies to work on a dance routine

Got it done then allotted some time to holla at some fine and scan boo things

But when my two homies seen two dudes, hugged up, now they really mean to feud

I said, "yo!" then some cray happened

One of the homies said time for gay-bashing

The two ran up and attacked the dudes

I don't know what they thought they had to prove

They was swinging with so much aptitude

But I could not deal with all that abuse

I said, "what in the fuck!"

Ya done messed up, it ain't peaceful

You know it's effed up and plus evil

So why in the hell are you doing that to innocent people

Feel so sad, I'm not perfect

Always kill, feel so sad and I can't see it slowing

Feel so sad, I'm not perfect

Always kill, feel so sad and I can't see it slowing

Sophomore year, man I lost more tears

'Cause of people hating people and it cost more fear

My school, it was the stash pot for gangstas with ragtops

You'd get your ass shot, that year we had so many mascots

How could we do no wrong and schools were integrated

How could we do no wrong, racism demonstrated

Better be moving on before I'm eliminated

Possibly use the chrome because I've been degraded

Scratch that, I'm not that cat

I would never wanna keep a rrat-tat in my backpack

Never had nobody to snap at, I'm a class act

But one day somebody had doom

We heard two blacks got stab wounds

And got beat and kicked, white elites and shit

When the lights went out in the bathroom

Everybody was heated, people been mistreated

It's a damn shame that a Klan came and gave a man pain

A misdeed hit 'cause of skin tone

Them gone to the hospital from a sin zone

Skin domes doing them wrong

You can send home but they been gone

Now everybody on edge

Classroom break to the bathroom seen hood niggas

And they all want heads

Bad moon hate taking that tune

They said to me when the whites come in

We gon' hit the lights and gon' get they ass

I said to all of 'em "Is this a gag?"

Nah they wanna break 'em all like Mr. Glass

It happened, the whites en route, cracking

The lights went out, I laid to the floor

Then I found my way to the door

Away from the gore, the hoods came out

Bloody and sweaty, I said that shit ain't regal

In fact that shit is evil

So why in the hell are you doing that to innocent people

Feel so sad, I'm not perfect

Always kill, feel so sad and I can't see it slowing

Feel so sad, I'm not perfect

Always kill, feel so sad and I can't see it slowing

Feel so sad, I'm not perfect

Always kill, feel so sad and I can't see it slowing

Leave It On The Flo! Pt. 1 lyrics - Tech N9ne (feat. Landxn Fyre)

"Hello, no one is available to take your call. Please leave a message after the tone."

"Hey Tech, it's [*beep*] and [*beep*], wishin you a Happy Halloween, baby. So we were thinkin', if you chose to kick it with us tonight, we can finally do that threesome. Call us back."

(Yahtzee)

Two baddies talkin bout gettin busy

Havin a thrizzy with Tech Nizzy now I'm doin the shiggy

Thinkin two pair of titties gettin me jizzy

Mane I'm wit this, bang them bitches like Warriors against the Lizzies

Proceed to pelvis groom, cause I'm bout to nail it soon

During the palest moon, they said Meet 'em at Raul's velvet room

Now that's a hell of a plan, both of them bitches vanilla pecan

My other plans are now a hella saran 'cause bitches wanna share the gel of the man

The homie swoop me and put the pedal to the metal through the ghetto

We switchin lanes, real Toretto

To get with thicky black, then the other Mexican and guero

On a red devil rollin no jokin Jared Leto

Walked in the spot with two thots and hit the floor quizick

Bartender pour vicious so I'm seein four bitches

Took a seat at the booth with the girls how I knew we was gonna for sure kick it

Both of them bitches went under the table on N9na playin tug of war wit it

We bout to leave it on the flo (Leave it)

And gon retrieve it, when a ho (Need it)

Best believe it's finna go

When you let us in the doe

Bout to leave it on the flo (Leave it)

Ah, I got two pissers on my pisser two gifters in my zipper

Two angels but with broken wings Mr. Mister

Mouth's naughty feelin just about gaudy

One of em got up and said let's go and hit a Halloween (House party!)

(Come on, everybody's leavin!) (Leave it)

Made it to the hoppin ass house party

All I'm thinkin bout is three shit rollin and weedin

Where's the bathroom, bro? (It's downstairs) So we did zoom

Me and them bitches, but then I accidentally went and walked in some kid's room (My bad)

Oh no, Techa N9nas at the door

Want me to spit it leave it on the flo

Rip it up flippin it then gotta go

Get it, demolish it, I'ma spit, never quit

Ima be all in it, bitch I be callin it

Like it's the fantasy, all of you fans of me

I'ma be haulin it like it's a bomb that lit, I'm the shit

Maybe been busy, pop like I'm fizzy

Now you be spinning cuz of the rhyme I spit making you dizzy

I wont kid all of you but bitch I'm winning, woah

13 you kidding

When I'm done only thing I'm committing

Is a homicide, might make yo mama cry

She found her kid had died, from the beginning

(Hold up, little dude, you freaking me out)

Tech what the fuck are you talking about?

Oh this, fuckin the game up, the way that I came up, be something to pray of I didn't really wanna do it to em

But I couldn't think of a way to tell him I ain't gonna play no games so I ran up on the bitch and then I did it to him anyway

We destroyed it, can't avoid it, but the bathroom is that way (Right on, man)

We bout to leave it on the flo (Leave it)

And gon retrieve it, when a ho (Need it)

Best believe it's finna go

When you let us in the doe

Bout to leave it on the flo (Leave it)

Thicky black and the Mexi white

With thee gat bout to sex me right

I already dated the Mexi one

So it ain't a thing for me to get me some

So I started to play with the other first

Through the kiss, I looked up, and the other's hurt

Man I thought it was bout to be porn shouts

But the other one flipped and she stormed out (Damn, man)

(Uh I knew she couldn't handle this, I'ma go get her)

Stuck in the bathroom

Mopin and hopin to smash soon

Thought I had poon feelin mad gloom

Cause they left me open like a stab wound

A squirt of the lotion

Would get it done, I ain't wit it son

Wanna murder the Ocean

Would have been servin em both, but I heard a commotion

People screamin'

Shit bumpin' and breakin'

I'm stuck in this basement

in a fuckin' displacement

For real, for real

I don't even got no skill to kill

Call my homie (Where you at?)

(Outside smokin', but two cats roarin' in with some straps, I got yo back)

Phonk (Leave It On The Flo! Pt. 2) lyrics - Tech N9ne (feat. Merkules & Scru Face Jean)

[Tech N9ne:]

Bet that we gon' leave it on the flo

Leave it, leave it on the flo

Motherfuckers better know

This thang is 'bout to blow

I'm a real deal, you's a hoe

That's fo' sho', I'ma leave it on the flo (leave it)

Who's this opp tryna lose his thoughts?

Not Alzheimer's but y'all mind us when the tool gets popped

And all kinda dudes get dropped when they choose this plot

You just watch what I heard when the music stopped

[Merkules:]

Got this fully automatic causing static

Everybody just get on the floor

Anything goes, no foolery

Give us your jewelry, wallets, and give us the dough

This ain't a hoe, I'm ready for war

I'ma settle the score and then spliff through the door

All of these women are tripping

I think they been sniffing up coke, bring me the blow

I'ma need all y'all phones out now

You can set 'em all down right in front of you

For my accomplice, if y'all pop shit

Then you getting hit up with a slug or two

Bullets'll body you, that's what this gun'll do

If any one of you think you can fucking move

This shit ain't funny, just give up the money

And if you get lucky my buddy'll cut you loose

As that freak slap with the D-cups so she's hiding up under her titties

It looks like a key to a safe, I ain't leaving this place till we find it, the shit's getting litty

I feel no pity, sin city, my trigger finger be getting so itchy

She better give up the code if you hit her fo' sho' and no I don't think that you're pretty

Oh that's yo girl on the floor girl

Keep talking shit, there'll be no girl

What can I say? I don't come here to play

Fuck you to your face, it's a cold world

Tell this DJ not to be brave

Or I'm taking his tables for peep's sake

Y'all keep playing but I eat cake like everyday's my bday

This the part I let you know that there's a twist in this plot

To stick up this hop but the truth is I ain't pissed off at yo'

I figured I'd just take your shit when I'm here, so thanks guys

But where this millionaire rapper dude at named Tech N9ne

We 'bout to leave it on the flo (leave it)

Then hit 'em with the .44 (leave it)

Tryna stick me for my dough

I ain't about to let it go

I'ma leave 'em on the flo (leave it)

[Scru Face Jean:]

Hallelujah, Tech called the shooter, I got the Ruger

So drop the Luger, my dragon's flames is hot as Cooper's

That's how I'ma do ya, moving you fuck like the Kamasutra

Stand aside you losers, if it's smoke, I provide the hookah

I know grimy boosters who push away like some kind of movers

Call they might remove ya so move unless you kinda stupid

Then touch my G, you die, and don't try it, don't test this kind of movement

Get to street fighting, the heat fire like nine Hadouken's

Like Ryu and Ken, okay motherfucker time to meet your end

But the heat falls when the heat blow, nigga eat those

Reload then I hit yo' friends

Fuck your ego man

Get the heater, I'm about to search this bitch for Tecca N9na

Call the cops, shit is getting hella lethal

With the chalk edges sketching hella people

The red dot's looking like a set of measles

Deadshot like a zombie getting needles

Hell nah, I ain't 'bout to ever leave you

Less talk, Tech I'm 'bout to get this weasel

Sounds hella evil but those types of people

When there something wrong with they brain

I'm just tryna make sure my nigga leave in the same way that he came dude

[Tech N9ne:]

Let's get the fuck on

My nigga proceeded to bust chrome

When the dust gone

Never tripping cause nothing was crushed on

Now the cut flown till he touch home

But these fools wanna squeeze tools

But we speed through what they feed too

The B dude with the cheese move

So they greet gruel tryna seek food

Chose N9na for the dinner date

Tryna get away from the heat

We switching lanes on the interstate

Clout-chasing ass motherfuckers wanna take my name and break my fame

Wanna be funny because I make my chains and then state my claim

When I hate, try game, I'ma be killing 'em when I take my aim

Pass me that so I can end the

Energy trying to hinder

When the punks approach a nigga fend off

Fanta, buss on demons out the window, injure

Any demon, I'ma beast 'em

This what I do and decease 'em

They better flee from killers, no weak ones

Attitude cause I never got a threesome

By the power of my dead niggas

Take lead nigga, die

Never stop me when the bullets fly

No matter how hard you try

Fucking weaklings felt the real fire my heat brings

They flipped over the guard rail and wrapped around the concrete T-beam

Sanctuary

Looked at my homeboy driving and said thank you very

Much for coming through in the clutch

They better be glad we didn't face off and then catch two in the gut, what?

Man that was a close call

Sweating so much, I got soaked drawers

I was finna do both of them bitches

But they both stalled

Saying they wanted a thrizzy with Tech Nizzie

Was a hoax dog

Fuck it, I got about 60 rolls still

And this pound of fucking dough's ill

Happy Halloween my nigga

We supreme my nigga

We running things my ni-oh shit

Angel Baby lyrics - Tech N9ne (feat. Navé Monjo)

I was young when she told me I was divine, yes

Not even nine yet (Tech N9ne)

Ran away then got into a life of crime next, pyrex

Made it through the

Close calls, even I evaded shooters

So if anything go crazy

Everything works for the angel, baby

My first and for sure brush

With death was on the school bus, danger almost made my stool gush

Because the substitute driver caused the truck to cruise by us

Would've been crushed in dude's tires 'cause this fool's nuts

Sun shining, 'bout to have a more dark day

Told 'em drop me off on 63rd and Swope Parkway

That ain't my regular stop, but I can leg it for blocks

To my grandmother's

"Will do" the old fucks' say

And what's a little strange

He didn't pull to the curb but he attempted to let me off in the middle lane

And the bus stairway extended my right leg

Then a truck flew by

If I woulda stepped sooner then I'd be quite dead

Walked right out that fire

While death was knocking at my door

Angel baby, angel baby

Everything works for the angel baby

Praying that my angel's watching over me

Keeping me safe 'til I get home

Angel baby, angel baby

Everything works for the angel baby

At my homie, Davie, house tripping, shrooms

Dark rainy night but on a mission, soon

It was me, Davie, Grant, Jake, and a bitch

To get some more, we gonna be dipping, vroom

Jumped in her car

Hit the highway doing 65, hey thinking "This is my day"

She speeding, we tweaking, slick from sky spray

Hit a bump on the bridge, and the shit went sideways

Left, then right, then left again

To a girl with Tech and friends, this is where death begins

Hit the wall on the bridge hard, stopped in a quick sec

A little faster, we woulda flipped over and fell to our death

Walked right out that fire

While death was knocking at my door

Angel baby, angel baby

Everything works for the angel baby

Praying that my angel's watching over me

Keeping me safe 'til I get home

Angel baby, angel baby

Everything works for the angel baby

Southwest High School nighttime

Martin Luther King Day talent show, flight climb

To another level, takes the Devil to incite crime

No bright minds, ain't no telling what you might find

Whole lotta gang shit

Somebody wanna bang with the homies I came with

6512 one a road was dangerous

Some lames couldn't hang 'cause I gang thick

That's when I saw one of 'em pull a pistol on us and aimed it

I was in the wind, just like the bullets that whizzed by

Running for blocks in the night, but never did die

Things go shaky and I'm sane more lately

But I guess mama protected me naming me angel baby

Thank you mama

Walked right out that fire

While death was knocking at my door

Angel baby, angel baby

Everything works for the angel baby

Praying that my angel's watching over me

Keeping me safe 'til I get home

Angel baby, angel baby

Everything works for the angel baby

Everything works for the angel baby

Everything works for the angel baby

Baby, baby

Angel baby

Everything works for the angel baby

Everything works for the angel baby

Baby, baby

Angel baby

On The Outside lyrics - Tech N9ne

It really used to bother me

Why award shows never calling me

Was not enough to hold the T down

'Cause I'm constantly chopping broccoli

They don't owe me no apology

I'm balling getting nightly neurology

Even though I got the lottery now

Ain't no thought of me, I do not agree

Staring at platinum and gold plaques

"Fragile", "Hood Go Crazy", "Caribou Lou", gold stacked

'Cause ain't nobody ever said that Tecca N9na flow wack

And that's the reason for babies' mamas, no cap

I read somewhere I had the most Top 10's on the Billboard rap charts

When you kill more, stacks start

I'm a mill grower at heart

And I led my people to the bread I teach you I'm a real lord, that part

I got the ill for a fact, art

But wait a minute

If you look up T9 history, yo the data's in it

In the gang we Strange and the gain big things because we play to win it

But to some, my shit seems invisible is the only way to spin it

Kinda like some 'op wanna play me out like I'm Sega Genes-is this stopping us?

Hell nah, got a lot of fans watching us

Saying God to us

But if Strange came through the window pane of the mainstream's oculus

It'll leave a lot of rappers with their mouth wide

Like the ring when people with the TV route died

I'm without cries

Because me and my partner built an empire and we did it on the outside

I get guap, I get guap, I get guap

On the outside

And when I'm home from getting it

I just watch, I just watch, I just watch

On the outside

Here I come now

I get guap, I get guap, I get guap

On the outside

And when I'm home from getting it

I just watch, I just watch, I just watch

On the outside

Here I come now

I get guap still

Even though people are not real

When it come to who got skill

Some just want a nigga pop pills

I done did it, I'll fly tongue spit it

Y'all eye swung hit a ball, drop deals

Started my own and stocked mills

But I kinda sense that blocked feel

Very little radio and TV time

That's what the outside mean when I free these lines

Like somebody determined to never see me shine

Completely deep inside, I know they really dying to meet me

To be a household name like Snoop, really would feel like felicity

But I think it takes a bit of a brighter image and enough of the right publicity

So as I sit and peep

Award shows like I'm a forbidden geek

Ignored so 'cause I love for living deep

With the lord flows, through the blood of risen chiefs

I love to see, all of my peers getting their credit

Through all of my years

Of eating the mic, I just swallow my fears

When beating this fight, never call on my tears

Even though so many cry over Yates

The music business treat me like I'm a flyover state

But I work this glow, merk this flow

Never been a day my clout died

Tech N9na, Strange Music

Built that thing on the outside

I get guap, I get guap, I get guap

On the outside

And when I'm home from getting it

I just watch, I just watch, I just watch

On the outside

Here I come now

I get guap, I get guap, I get guap

On the outside

And when I'm home from getting it

I just watch, I just watch, I just watch

On the outside

Here I come now

I get guap, I get guap, I get guap

Here I come baby

I'm coming to get ya

I just watch, I just watch, I just watch

And it's such a beautiful picture

I get guap, I get guap, I get guap

All year round, all day and night

I just watch, I just watch, I just watch

No worries, everything's gonna be alright

On the outside

Smell Good lyrics - Tech N9ne (feat. Krizz Kaliko)

(Oooh)

(Yeah)

(So good)

Hey, you love the way that I groove it

My rhythm makin you move it

You lovin what I say

So hot I need a wet face towel Yates style

Kill em all up now I got too many case files

Lock them B's somebody Rakim'd me

That mean Imma top MC

Tryna be the best the only way to buss

While so many made a fuss

At the same time

When they meet N9ne they don't wanna speak rhyme

You wanna know the first thing they say to us

(They say)

You smellin so good

I'm so glad I walked by ya way (Damn you smell good)

(They say) You smellin so good

What do you call that

I gotta have some

I like that fresh fresh

I smell like less stress

If her nose get a whiff of the Tech neck or Tech's chest

No talking bout special FX she want sex next

Cause I'm in this splendid she wanna be blended like Tex Mex

(Uh) So to hell wit the sales

Havin mail is to fail, when it comes off of my lapel

Leavin trails when I bail, now yo gals in a spell

When I walk by this what she yell bout my smell

(It takes me on a vacation)

Like a breeze overseas they indeed love my Creed

My good deed makes me cheese, beggin please on they knees

Wanna link up, they tellin me what they need

(Just give me an invitation)

A pretty penny is what you pay for Dust of an Angel

All you gotta do is spray enough

Instead of wanting you to play ya stuff

You wanna know what they say to us

(They Say)

You smellin so good

I'm so glad I walked by ya way (Damn you smell good)

(They say) You smellin so good

What do you call that

I gotta have some

She said I smell delicious, like a fruit then pick it

Looks like you hit the lotto, Ima be your ticket

A scent that's sent from heaven if I letchu sniff it

And I'll show you how to ball without dribblin

Outta like all of my siblings

I done evolved what my feelings is

That I can take any woman you got

my belly is a pot, and I'm not really hot

But I smell like the ink of a stink of money phone

If I wink at her she'll get a whiff of dis honeycomb

She say

(It takes me on a vacation)

We'll throw some clothes together

We can go wherever

the hint of me winnin a woman's attention is what I'll be inta

Quit the grinnin drop the linen like we go together

(It feels just like mastur-)

Hole up, I get in your mind like a controlla

She'll be sleepin in my shirt is what I told ya

And she gon' be

thinkin about me when I'm gone

asking me, what the hell you got on

and I say

Me (Me?)

Or maybe you (You)

(Damn, you smell good)

She wants to bottle me up (Bottle me up)

The only way that you could smell like me

Is if you could put me on you

Ooooh yeah

Stoli Doli lyrics - Tech N9ne (feat. Love Mae C)

[Tech N9ne:]

Confide sometimes

You gotta just unwind

Boss mode, everything that cost grows

Still when the guap flow, girl, you gotta take off loads

Bingo, when it's cinco, the clocks show, shots go

Sucio, never no pukin' when I get to shootin' like crossbows

But before hella shots get thrown back

Probably get on snacks, then maybe some Cognac

Nah, the Henny tries to run through many thighs

Of any size, so maybe Macallan 25?

Hard to make my mind up

Need a film quick to unwind us

In a place where hate won't find us

Really ease Tech N9ne, girl

What a glass of good red wine does

What a really hard day behind us

All the bartenders, they know me, know me (Yeah)

They know what to give me when I'm movin' really rollie-pollie (Yeah)

Forgot at first then remembered what JL and Joey told me

Holy moly, slowly pour me (Stoli Doli)

[Love Mae C (Tech N9ne) {Both}:]

Do you need me to take off the top?

Make sure you're good when you're not (Yeah, yeah)

Do you need me to give it all to you?

Thirsty, I fill it up for you (Yeah, yeah)

I could put you on one

Tell me if you're on one (I'm on one)

You'll survive (You'll survive), you'll survive

If you know me, pour me Stoli, {Stoli Doli}

[Tech N9ne:]

One'll get you feelin' amazin'

Two'll get you illin' and wavin'

Willin' is Jason, chillin' is Tavon

Even if he on four though, please pour more, we scored though

Liquor is more so, his torso, he's Goro

Stoli Doli, throw it back and begin again

Only homies know the capital dinner when

Show me, brodie, for the facts, show I'm innocent

Rapper though in it then

Just gold flexin', future kid, no retrogression

This a K.C., M.O. blessin'

When they vyin' for that soul sessions

Buzzed like a muh

Get in free, I got the plug

Got all my people showin' love, ayy

We party just because

It was no thing is what it was

But all of us got no kind of grudge, ayy

All the bartenders, they know me, know me (Yeah)

They know what to give me when I'm movin' really rollie-pollie (Yeah)

Forgot at first then remembered what JL and Joey told me

Holy moly, slowly pour me (Stoli Doli)

[Love Mae C (Tech N9ne) {Both}:]

Do you need me to take off the top?

Make sure you're good when you're not (Yeah, yeah)

Do you need me to give it all to you?

Thirsty, I fill it up for you (Yeah, yeah)

I could put you on one

Tell me if you're on one (I'm on one)

You'll survive (You'll survive), you'll survive

If you know me, pour me Stoli, {Stoli Doli}

For Ya Love lyrics - Tech N9ne (feat. Marley Young)

(Strange Music special collection)

(K.C. fixtures)

[Marley Young:]

Four a.m. to eight a.m, I been drinkin', poppin'

Goin' in, keepin' ya love, goin' crazy for ya

Cigarettes, I'm out of blunts, I won't keep the party jumpin' for ya

Just for ya love (For ya love)

Four a.m. to eight a.m., one a.m

Drinkin' shots to two a.m, three a.m

Smokin' more, you wanted more all until the party's over

She's out the door, yeah, yeah

It's for your love, it's for your love, it's for your love

It's for your love, it's for your love, it's for your love

Yeah, I was gon' split the best part of my pain wit' you

Had I knew you was a bitch, I'd let the gang hit you

[Tech N9ne:]

You thought you had a keeper

Head dock when you puffin' on sativa

Never thought I'd be a reason to leave her, ya diva

Got the keys for ya love and ya leisure

It's lots of partyin', can't nobody stop the car she in

Got the star, nobody tops your gnarly friend

You bought bars, then it's popped, the scars begin

Thoughts, know nothing, lots like Rastafarians

Got you goin' through emotions

When you find out there's no devotion

It's you she ghostin', when ya girl fled

Was playing in your head again and again in slow motion

Now you feelin' anger and got a grudge

Sick, thinkin' somebody hittin' wit no glove

All because up under anger ain't nothin' but hurt

But up under that, you know it ain't nothin' but love

Stuck

When you finally realize it ain't no us, you don't give no fucks

'Cause the bitch turn around with your boys, givin' up your stuff

Ain't no trust, ain't no fuss

'Cause everybody already know what's up

What you thought was the one ain't nothin' but a slut

When I target other people involved and straight buss

On mamas, for all the dishonor, you might catch a fed case

Really wanna see bloodshed for the parties in your bed

Wanna pump a lot of lead up in they headspace

It's a blessing, bruh, when it don't matter who's sexin' her

Keep the vet in ya, but the women livin' dirty

What you think all the stress and aggression for?

[Marley Young:]

It's for your love, it's for your love, it's for your love

It's for your love, it's for your love, it's for your love

Yeah, I was gon' split the best part of my pain wit' you

Had I knew you was a bitch, I'd let the gang hit you

Don't wanna go without ya

Same nightmares, I wake up like I was just around ya

Another month and I might overdose to forget about ya

I'm goin' crazy, this ain't gangsta, you just took it out me

Hell, you just took it out me

I'm just tryna bang, bang myself

With another little main thang that won't help

I just had sex all week, brand new freaks

I don't know the names, still can't sleep

And then you call me just to hear me lonely

Say you gon' pull up on me, and never show up on me

You selfish bitch, I bought these drugs, you didn't show up, you left me stuck

You left me stuck, now I give up, I had enough

Yeah, I was gon' split the best part of my pain wit' you

Had I knew you was a bitch, I'd let the gang hit you

You selfish bitch, I called you up to call your bluff, you didn't pick up

The phone hung up, you wrong as fuck, you wrong as fuck

Yeah, I was gon' split the best part of my pain wit' you

Had I knew you was a bitch, I'd let the gang hit you (Gang hit you)

[Marley Young & Tech N9ne:]

Yeah, I was gon' split the best part of my pain wit' you

Had I knew you was a bitch, I'd let the gang hit you

Tech N9ne, Marley Young

Real shit

B.I.B. lyrics - Tech N9ne (feat. Krizz Kaliko)

How much of the trauma did mama get, ayy?

Way up to the highest level that drama gets, ayy

To the pain of my mother's heartache was on a display

Y'all don't want a sick day to my mama's dismay, ayy

Thinking of all of it

I never wanted a part of it

Remember I wanted to let go

When smoking, I managed to get low

It coulda been worse like when I was talking to homies

When the cellular phone up on death row

When I never had to serve a stretch so

I can still say "but I'm blessed though"

But why did I have to hear mama getting beat

In third grade, so I couldn't really give him missing teeth

But I knew from grandma that what you sow you're gonna freaking reap

So he robbed a bank and got about 30 years in the pen' for the mission, peace

Blessed to get away

But stressed to this day

When checks hit a nay

No money, depressed and it's grey

But the family didn't stutter to pull her and the kid inside their homes

Sometimes it was butter and sugar sandwiches

Graduated to healthy niggas

Try'na protect this investment

Moving like stealthy figures

All that poverty and pain it really helped me give a damn

It dealt me this killer jam, now wealthy I'm living grand

Still I felt these shivers

And the cold nights living through all these stressors

I'm feeling like I had a lifelong baby bib to protect me from messes

Around my neck so I'm safe as far as threats go

From the last row to the best flow

I can now say that I'm blessed though

All of these things that get me down

I know there's gotta be an upside, now

Found somewhere, yeah

If I can't pick my face up off the ground

And I don't know what's next

I holler "but I'm blessed"

All of these things that get me down

I know it's gotta be an upside down

Found somewhere, yeah

If I can't pick my face up off the ground

And I don't know what's next

I'm hollow, but I'm blessed, yeah

Under pressure

Feel like God

No discussion when I pull that card

Until I see different

I know what I know

Under pressure

Feel like God

No discussion when I pull that card

Until I see different

I know what I know

Saw Somethin' lyrics - Tech N9ne (feat. Krizz Kaliko & King Iso)

[Tech N9ne:]

I spent so many years searching for ghosts

For proof of the spiritual realm

I searched all the way up 'til lupus took my mom

Then I stopped

But I wish I saw somethin'

[Krizz Kaliko:]

Losin' religion, waitin' for somethin' to come

Spent so much time haunting ghosts, I turned into one

Where will I go from here?

It seems like the coast is clear, but I

[Krizz Kaliko {King Iso}:]

Wish I would've saw somethin' (Somethin')

Almost thought that I did (I did)

I wish I would've saw somethin' (Somethin')

'Cause I was tryin' (Tryin')

But the more that I searched, the more that they hid

Like they never wanted to be discovered again

I wish I would've

{Really saw somethin' when lookin', but I never did}

I wish I would've

{Knew that the spirit is close when I prayed as a kid, but it hid}

[Tech N9ne:]

I'm talkin' 'bout abandoned asylums in the nighttime

I was just demandin' to sight 'em when the light shined

On the camera, Canon, the item, never caught no phantom, just hide 'em

Man, I thought it'd be grand to invite 'em in my lifetime

My mother's pain was enough for me to be searchin'

If it was for me to be hurtin', 'cause if nothin', never would be searchin'

I was cursed then, no spiritual anything outside of my shell

Landed on the doubt side and I fell, damaged a devout ride on my trail

I was lookin' for ghost confirmation 'cause she was sick, bro

Was a whole lot of close observations but never did show

So if you spoke conversations like, "Do they exist?" No

Not a spirit, not a host of our creation, but I wish though

[Krizz Kaliko:]

Losin' religion, waitin' for somethin' to come

Spent so much time haunting ghosts, I turned into one

Where will I go from here?

It seems like the coast is clear, but I

[Krizz Kaliko {King Iso}:]

Wish I would've saw somethin' (Somethin')

Almost thought that I did (I did)

I wish I would've saw somethin' (Somethin')

'Cause I was tryin' (Tryin')

But the more that I searched, the more that they hid

Like they never wanted to be discovered again

I wish I would've

{Really saw somethin' when lookin', but I never did}

I wish I would've

{Knew that the spirit is close when I prayed as a kid, but it hid}

[Krizz Kaliko:]

You know I get around like a ceilin' fan, I be chillin', man

Go to foreign lands to make fans

And try to get bands, and we make a killer, man

And we do it for the fam

When I run home and come on, she told be she be livin' with a man

Why you do it to me? Damn

Who I gotta put my gun on? Who about to get swung on?

He been eatin' my food

Huggin' my lil' dude, sleepin' in my bed

You been keepin' him fed

Lettin' him get in your head, he about to be dead

But no, he was stuck in my townhouse

'Cause he died young while he was livin' there

Somebody shot him, got him high

Stuck in the sky, and they ain't even give a care

But the suits there tell her, "Stay and prayer

Light sage, and then make a wish"

Said his name started with an M

If you see him there, then you tell him, "Chris"

Birthday is six, six, '06, so he protect in crystal

Didn't see the ghost myself, but I wish though