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

KC Smile lyrics - Tech N9ne (feat. Krizz Kaliko)

[Tech N9ne:]

Mama, I can still see it now

Your KC smile, wow

I look into the clouds (Ayy)

Then remember the smiles (Hey)

Still a friend to the crowd, never censor the shroud

No more whimpers to stay with, that's your vow

Picture you rollin', never layin' down

Laughin' at all the funny things you were sayin' now

Woke up today and found pictures displayin' brown

Brothers, down thuggers full of ruckus in this amazing town

I know that they be proud of the way we style and rep the space, G's proud

Although you lay in peace now, Diamond, Doc, Toulou, Mike, Marc, Dwight, Damon and Sam, I see your KC smile

[Krizz Kaliko (Tech N9ne):]

I swear I see your smile with everything I do na, na-na (Yeah)

You disappear on me, but when I picture you, I just

Smile, smile, smile, smile

KC smile, smile, smile, KC, you smile for me (Ayy)

[Tech N9ne:]

It ain't no question that all of us love you (Yes)

Would be a blessin' if we all could just hug you (Yes)

Certain places in town I gotta be the strongest to view

Can't pass spots in the city without thinkin' about moments with you (Uh, uh)

New in the blessed is true in your death

Crew in connect and we all know that you're doin' the best

Who in the set miss you in the flesh

All of us reminiscin' hope not a thing ever ruined your rest

Even though the case reads foul

I'm 'bout to state these loud

Info, Russ, Brian, Troy, my brother Maurice

And last but not least my niece, Pretty, I see your KC smile, baby

It's like y'all never left

Forever good spirited, no death, yes

[Krizz Kaliko:]

I swear I see your smile with everything I do na, na-na (Yeah)

You disappear on me, but when I picture you, I just

Smile, smile, smile, smile

KC smile, smile, smile, KC, you smile for me

[Tech N9ne:]

Gone, but never forgotten

Soul forever be watchin'

'Til we meet again on the same path whenever we crossin'

Homie, when I get there, it better be poppin'

Love you

[Krizz Kaliko:]

I swear I see your smile with everything I do na, na-na (Yeah)

You disappear on me, but when I picture you, I just

Smile, smile, smile, smile

KC smile, smile, smile, KC, you smile for me

Strange Music

N9NA (2019)

• Le Horde (Intro)
• Lord Of Weird
• N9NA
• Hit The Ground Running
• Like I Ain't
• Green Lit
• Chuki Fever
• F'n Do It
• Don't Let Me Fall
• You Line!
• EDI's
• Rata
• F.T.I. 2.0
• She Fell
• Sink
• H.O.B.
• Ion Memba
• Active
• EF U (Easier For You)
• I Caught Crazy! (4Ever)
• I'm Sorry
• Disparagement (Pre-Order Bonus Track) 

Le Horde (Intro) lyrics - Tech N9ne

Who's the number one independent rapper in the world?

N9na

Who's the man we call Technician Number One?

N9na

Who created the medicine to navigate through the darkness?

N9na

Who provided us with his good word, decade after decade, with love

N9na

Somebody say N9na?

N9na

N9na

N9na

What's his name?

N9na

One more time

N9na

Strange Music 20 year anniversary!

Here we go again

Lord Of Weird lyrics - Tech N9ne

When I first started out

Thought to myself, "Spread your heart about"

Never thought that people look at my art and doubt

Wanna bar this mouth, then they darted out

Then the same energy let it charted out (Chuh)

King James, that show you things changed

To the Queen Weymon with King Waynes from Ving Rhames

The scene came from extreme brains to teen lames

Get your green, mane, while I fling Strange in a bling lane (Chuh)

So I go dye my hair rojo

Way back in '99, homies who saw me call me homo

But then the rumors started that I worship Jesus logo

Flippin' it upside down but no-no, so many fear this wicked bozo

But now it's accepted like they finally infected

With the formidable Tech shit, like it's normal to go mesh with

The darkness (Chuh)

I was on a mission, black sphere

20 years ago, but now they love it

Isn't that weird?

Oh, Lord

This thing is

So (Weird, weird) yours

So bring it

Home, Lord

This thing is

So (Weird, weird) yours (Weird, weird)

So bring it

I'm the nigga that started this

But I didn't switch my hips like a bitch and dress like Spartacus

My art is sick, bombarded with retarded quick

Nice flows for the psychos

They don't like those with the tight clothes

What they want is Tecca N9na when the light goes

Way low, the K.O.D. shit

Fatally spray on these hits

Place go like Dave-o, Waco

When I ain't flow, he pray on these tricks

I'm the nigga with the spiked hair

Painted face with the robe, night scare

Many people think 'cause I was quite rare

But tonight, there for the nightmare

Oh, this is not, lost what I seek (Spirits, spirits, spirits)

Oh, this cigar up my sleeve (Spirits, spirits, spirits)

I am here to muzzle who

Those who think their hustle new

They're not any trouble to the L.O.W.

I am here to muzzle who

Those who think their hustle new

They're not any trouble to the L.O.W.

Oh, Lord

This thing is

So (Weird, weird) yours

So bring it

Home, Lord

This thing is

So (Weird, weird) yours (Weird, weird)

So bring it

Like I Ain't lyrics - Tech N9ne

Ayy, like I ain't on 1, 2, 3-Pac

Like I ain't finna bust when my homeboy make the fuckin' beat drop

Bussin' the cappin', no wack when I'm rappin'

You really need to trust in the fact that I'm back and I'm slappin'

The industry for ducking the cat, we need to rap with the passion

When I'm in the streets, I'm crushin' the fashion

Like I ain't never ate in this game (Chuh)

Like I ain't never seen or had me some big things

Like I ain't been around the world and with so many different girls

At kinky parties that it could lift the spirit of Rick James (Jesus)

Like I ain't a fixture and never knew Twista

And never did music for the Alpha Dog picture

Like I never script the pledge in the scripture

I had a hit song 'bout my my own liquor mixture

Do it like I wasn't a starter that was on the Carter (Weezy)

Wasn't in art of my cousin, the Water (Fizzy)

Nothing was bought up, we're bussin' and touchin' the heart of

People that's lovin' the hardest stuff ain't no charted (Pleasies)

Like I never got signed (Woah)

Not a one, not a two but three times (Chuh)

Like I never did get the cheddar or see shine

Like a sleep time for peep's mind on T9

Like, if these rhymes really never ever happened (Chuh)

'Til right now, like POW, I got it crackin'

With the pen and pad, without no backend

Tryna stack and get action

And pull the cash in is the way that I'm rappin'

Like I ain't rich, like I ain't sold

Not a near record Platinum or near Gold

Like I ain't dripped, like I ain't froze

Like I ain't made a quarter mill' for a show

Like I ain't big, like I ain't huge

Like I ain't shit, like I ain't pay dues

Like I ain't full, like I ain't cool

Like I ain't build a empire in the Zou

Like I, like I ain't

Toured with the Jay Rock, with the homie K-Dot

Like I ain't never had the allure for the pay slots

Stressin', like I didn't step in the session with the Seven

Never guessin' the F-in. cure is to spray thots (Brrt)

Like I never had a shot (Pow)

Or a song with the white guy Dre got (Woo)

Like I didn't have a lay lock

Never went on the set of Ballers with Mr. Baywatch

Like I didn't meet Trav yet, like I never had assets

Bad with the pen, but never cashed checks

Rappin' like I ain't even close to havin' the bag yet (No)

Like I'm tryna be the best up in this hip-hop (Chuh)

And do a track with the king of Atlanta, T.I.P.-top (Chuh)

Then turn around and go switch it up, and do big rock

Tryna ride all the way up to my homie in Slipknot (Maggot, chuh)

Like I never heard fans yell it

Not the calm, not the worst, even Anghellic (Word)

Before they told me that I can't sell it

Before I went to the reunion of fam', Nelly

Like I didn't have this new watch (Chuh)

And it never would tic and never do toc (Chuh)

Like I'm rapping myself into learnin' brew hops

Rappin' like I ain't never did a record with 2Pac

Like I ain't rich, like I ain't sold

Not a near record Platinum or near Gold

Like I ain't dripped, like I ain't froze

Like I ain't made a quarter mill' for a show

Like I ain't big, like I ain't huge

Like I ain't shit, like I ain't pay dues

Like I ain't full, like I ain't cool

Like I ain't build a empire in the Zou

Like I, like I ain't

Skippin' my job, yeah, like this is a process

Try'na get from the projects, so I spit like I got next

And I trip if you object, like I'm itchin' to fly tec

Whipping in kitchens with Pyrex, to the mission that God set

For me, rippin' these quick and will not rest

Like no flippin', Techn9cian is obsessed (Chuh)

Like I didn't know when I was droppin' (Chuh)

Independent music, I wasn't toppin' (Chuh)

And all the bad bitches wasn't jockin'

I rap like I didn't know I'd do a record with Hopsin (Chuh)

They call me Tecca N9na, I'ma shoot this

If you're dissin', you really don't wanna do this

Niggas wanna try me, then you're gonna lose it

I rap like I never did a record with Joyner Lucas (Hungry)

Like I never knew maestros

Like I didn't know Trae was a asshole

Like I didn't have a stash full of cash flow

Rappin' like I'm back in the past with my afro

Like I never ever knew Strange

Or put the name Tech N9ne in my shoe strings (Chuh)

Like I didn't know I was spittin' the butane

And I grew fame with the homie Bobby and 2 Chainz

Like I ain't rich, like I ain't sold

Not a near record Platinum or near Gold

Like I ain't dripped, like I ain't froze

Like I ain't made a quarter mill' for a show

Like I ain't big, like I ain't huge

Like I ain't shit, like I ain't pay dues

Like I ain't full, like I ain't cool

Like I ain't build a empire in the Zou

Like I, like I ain't

Strange Music

2019 and beyond, baby

This shit crazy

Tech N9ne, baby

Green Lit lyrics - Tech N9ne (feat. King Iso & Maez301)

[Tech N9ne:]

Aw, shit

This somethin', y'all lit

You niggas called it

To yourself, saw the line and you crossed it

I ain't gotta send it to you trippin' all the tickets

Negative lippin', you automatically start the mission

Clique is stricken, 'cause you hissin'

Leave your shit in a bad condition

So many N9cians, I can't list 'em

When the funk comin' up, they sniffin' (Chuh)

My niggas was hibernatin' (Chuh)

It's all love, but believe we got the sniper waitin' (Chuh)

And they ain't rappin', no talkin' and never cyber-hatin' (Chuh)

They specialize in that thing you can get from Mike or Jason

I ain't gotta say a damn thing

Once you say it, next thing you know the clan came

You run your mouth and make 'em come expand brains

Damn shame, and lame

Got to drop and pop your top like when they poppin' champagne

Euh, and I got plenty means

To get it done, but I ain't gotta drop any green

The many kings that love me will give 'em semi-streams

If he say anything (Anything?)

Anything (Anything, chuh)

So close they hold these spitters

So many that I might not even know these hitters

Havin' love from me, so if you try to slow these gritters

When it pop, don't look at me, I can't control these niggas (Uh-uh)

[Maez301:]

T-T-G, yeah we trained to go

Real niggas in they biz, so don't get exposed

Police come around, they go, "We don't know"

Get ya hit, get ya split, but we do the most

Green lit a pussy, bumper car

And my niggas always down to spin the block

What that mean? Double back, hit his top

Young custodian, might pull up with the mop

[King Iso:]

A lot of wolfin' goin' on from these new names lately

Don't ever have a career, huh, on 2K maybe

Your car will get dented like Harvey, if you're two-faced, crazy

My youngins'll mop you up for a blue face, baby, ugh

I don't wanna get you green lit like I need him pressed

That line like it's call waiting, but it's those texts you'll be receiving

No one gon' start shit but I play defense

Look at my shark fins, you're in the deep end

When I left, I kept on calling Chilli like T-Boz, I be creepin', nigga

Bitch please, don't get your whips swiss-cheesed

Melted for the chips like trick, give me some dip please

Don't get tricked off like Roy and Siegfried

When the Sig squeeze, I'll make Ms on 16s

Strange Gang, I'll bang-bang like it's Chief Keef

Sprinkle wax blunt, call us sequoias, big trees

I ain't ridin' 'round naked like a striptease

I'll do a drive-by on a 10-speed for 10 Gs (Zoom)

I be gassin' on 'em with intense speed, what the lick read?

They don't wanna see me ballin'

They know I'm the king, like Lebron I switch teams

How ironic that I got the iron in my pants and my pockets increase

Shittin' on them niggas hella bad

Take the L, I've been on a win streak

I'm on your head, yeah, I'm so proactive

And I don't wanna push your team back, so no more malice

Trav said, "Take the high road," so I won't go at it

But if you hatin', do me a favor

Do Momo challenge, chump

They know it's

[Maez301:]

T-T-G, yeah we trained to go

Real niggas in they biz, so don't get exposed

Police come around, they go, "We don't know"

Get ya hit, get ya split, but we do the most

Green lit a pussy, bumper car

And my niggas always down to spin the block

What that mean? Double back, hit his top

Young custodian, might pull up with the mop

You worry 'bout bitches, I'm handlin' business

My niggas be with it, we comin' to get it

You know how we be pullin' up, ought to be cool with us

But they not cool enough, but they not bool enough

Ain't tryna disrespect nobody, but my goons'll catch a body

Shoot 'em just like paparazzi, now you stumblin' and flockin'

50 bands for a show what I want, like I'm Waka Flocka

Pull up and go baka-baka

OGs, they gon' pop ya, pop ya

Niggas talkin', we gon' let 'em have it, yeah

Listen, peon, shit could get tragic, yuh

T-T-G, yeah we trained to go

Real niggas in they biz, so don't get exposed

Police come around, they go, "We don't know"

Get ya hit, get ya split, but we do the most

Green lit a pussy, bumper car

And my niggas always down to spin the block

What that mean? Double back, hit his top

Young custodian, might pull up with the mop

[Tech N9ne:]

Strange Music 20 year anniversary!

F'n Do It lyrics - Tech N9ne (feat. JL & FUTURISTIC)

[Tech N9ne:]

What's with it?

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Tech N9ne, big shit

I wasn't planning, no, no

This thing is jamming so I can feel it

(In the air)

I can feel it, I can feel it (In the air)

I can feel it, I can feel it (In the air)

I can feel it, I can feel it (In the air)

Ayy, tonight I wasn't gonna drink, but I'ma do it

Do it, do it, 'cause I elevate

Do it to it 'cause I sell estates

Do it fluid, I'ma celebrate

'Cause I rock a lot and pocket hella cake

If I don't do it then I delegate

Then you do it while I get my fella ate

Then I gel her face

Damn, the Tech is undetected like when you don't smell a vape

We the party

Smoke a lot of weed, B. Marley

If you meddle with the cheese, he tardy

Time to kill, indeed, see Carly

I don't be playing, I'ma be spraying

Fuck with the N9na, your body decaying

Hold up, we talking 'bout drinking, yo, what am I thinking?

This 'Bou Lou thing is really paying

I knew it (Hell yeah), I pursue it (Fuck yeah)

Hit the hammer, have 'em hit a Howard Hewett (Huh, huh)

Don't misconstrue it, at first I said I wouldn't drink no fluid

But I couldn't resist, I blew it

Tonight I wasn't gonna drink, but I'ma do it

Ayy, ayy, fucking do it

Tonight I wasn't gonna drink, but I'ma do it

Ayy, ayy, fucking do it

Tonight I wasn't gonna drink, but I'ma do it, do it, do it

What you waiting on?

Do it, do it, do it

What you waiting on?

Do it, do it, do it

What you waiting on?

Do it

Tonight I wasn't gonna drink, but I'ma do it

[Futuristic:]

Whatever I wanna do

Swimming in liquor like pools

I get to the business, my digits, I flipped 'em

No really the kid making moves

I do it like checks on my shoes

I don't notice when checks coming through, yeah

She give me long neck like giraffes

I swear that they head from the zoo

Told Tech gotta keep up

Shots to the chest, goddamn, make it heat up

Somebody talking I put 'em right in the carpet

If they starting a problem, I call Muggs, they get beat up

Told him he got four more for sure

Flow cold, snow-globe

More slope out my mag, that's how I treat them

Hit 'em with a Speedom

He didn't wanna do it, but I got a little fluid in me, so a nigga eat 'em

I'm on Ciroc or the Henny, yeah

How much you got? I got plenty, mmh

She from the block just like Jenny, yeah

Swear that I'm on with no penny, mmh

That's a fact or a Vinnie (Yup)

Hit it from the back when I'm cracking a jimmy (Yup)

Ass look fat, then I smack when I'm hitting, get it?

[Tech N9ne & Futuristic:]

Tonight I wasn't gonna drink, but I'ma do it (Do it)

Ayy, ayy, fucking do it (Do it)

Tonight I wasn't gonna drink, but I'ma do it (Do it, yeah)

Ayy, ayy, fucking do it (Do it)

Tonight I wasn't gonna drink, but I'ma do it (Do it), do it (Do it), do it (Do it)

What you waiting on?

Do it (Do it), do it (Do it), do it

What you waiting on?

Do it (Do it), do it (Do it), do it (Do it)

What you waiting on?

Do it (Do it, do it)

Tonight I wasn't gonna drink, but I'ma do it

[JL:]

I'ma just have one, make it a double

I'ma just sip mine, I'm tryna stay out of trouble

Here's the humble beginnings, then I'm done after this

Or I'm having mixed drinks about feelings now, damn, ain't that about a bitch?

Said they cut off of all beverages

Right back at it like a bad reader

Get shitfaced like an ass eater

You can tell that I'm blown like a bad speaker

Happy to sag with it out, savvier

Got bad habits, I'm a gas leaker

Had a half from 'em, looking magnesia

But don't have what she's had, 'nother bag eater

Can I get a cold 'Bou Lou in a coozie?

Jack D, back to back shots of Coolie

Then chugging the backwash of a brewski

Get the crew, we grouping with a doobie

With the shits, bro, get to it

Get twisted with the whole hood

Once it hits your lips, it's so good

[Tech N9ne:]

Tonight I wasn't gonna drink, but I'ma do it

Ayy, ayy, fucking do it

Tonight I wasn't gonna drink, but I'ma do it

Ayy, ayy, fucking do it

Tonight I wasn't gonna drink, but I'ma do it, do it, do it

What you waiting on?

Do it, do it, do it

What you waiting on?

Do it, do it, do it

What you waiting on?

Do it

Tonight I wasn't gonna drink, but I'ma do it

Don't Let Me Fall lyrics - Tech N9ne (feat. Krizz Kaliko)

[Krizz Kaliko:]

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

We be like (Do, do, do)

It goes up

Kali!

I be like (Do, do, do)

[Tech N9ne:]

Aye

I'm living it up

Not giving a fuck

Bumping till people clutching this hella strong liquor in my cup

But they all digging abrupt

Cause they know a nigga be ripping the cut

They listen to us, but not tonight because I'm fixing to rush the twist in the guts

Don't let me fall mama

Bet not one of you call drama

Just wanna hit all nana at the crib and forget like Alzheimer's

All kinds of twisted because I double fisted

Lots of lick and spliff hits in triplets, bitch

[Krizz Kaliko:]

She give me love when I need it

We be hella weeded

Lick it up, drink it up

Run it back, repeat it

I be getting money

Winning, undefeated

If I make it home, I'ma beat it

[Krizz Kaliko & Tech N9ne:]

Just don't let me fall

Oh no, no, no

They're not for me yet

Just don't let me fall

No, no, no no

When I'm home, I'ma giddy it

Just don't let me fall

No, no, no no

Don't let me fall (Do, do, do)

Just don't let me fall

No, no, no no

Don't let me fall (Do, do, do)

[Tech N9ne:]

Boo you're cuter

Than all of these medulla cougars

Try'na give you head, wanna make you the hookah

Try'na kiss my bitch, baby don't kiss her cause I heard she chew Bazookas

Her Uber driver got the lou, blew the tubas, told the bitch a Uber Louber

Hey Uber Louber, go away Uber Louber

Uber Louber, night and every given day Uber Louber

Stay Uber Louber, where you lay Uber Louber

Uber Louber, I'ma have to say the nay Uber Louber

No lit points, gonna lay and bout to go get boink

See if anybody notice oinks

If you don't let's blow this joint, pun intended

All that I really want is the drawers

But let me pause at the star or la car, tell 'em

[Krizz Kaliko & Tech N9ne:]

Just don't let me fall

Oh no, no, no

They're not for me yet

Just don't let me fall

No, no, no no

When I'm home, I'ma giddy it

Just don't let me fall

No, no, no no

Don't let me fall (Do, do, do)

Just don't let me fall

No, no, no no

Don't let me fall (Do, do, do)

[Tech N9ne:]

Made it home, we did it

I am still committed

Got whiskey dizzle mane, I'm boutta hit it

Really wanna try to vet it but I'm dizzy I admit it

Goin' give it, now she livid cause in the morning I forget it

Girl quit it

[Krizz Kaliko:]

She give me love when I need it

We be hella weeded

Lick it up, drink it up

Run it back, repeat it

I be getting money

Winning, undefeated

If I make it home, I'ma beat it

[Krizz Kaliko & Tech N9ne:]

Just don't let me fall

Oh no, no, no

They're not for me yet

Just don't let me fall

No, no, no no

When I'm home, I'ma giddy it

Just don't let me fall

No, no, no no

Don't let me fall (Do, do, do)

Just don't let me fall

No, no, no no

Don't let me fall (Do, do, do)

[Krizz Kaliko & Tech N9ne:]

Yeah, it's on

As soon as I get home

Somebody call me an Uber

Don't bring the Uber Louber, though

So I can get home

You Line! lyrics - Tech N9ne (feat. Krizz Kaliko)

[Tech N9ne:]

Rap, rap

Cap, cap, cap

Yap, yap, yap

Serious, we ain't hearing it

Somebody give him a polygraph or something, I think he faking it (Yeah)

Look at him flashing the signing bonus on the 'Gram like he making it (Yeah)

Been bogie though, him so below figures

Then yield the dough when OVO them, those Pinocchio niggas

Be lying like a rug, he rhyme like a thug, behind brother love

Design quite a buzz, the people be blind by the mug

That's a put on, the imminence front, when it gets fucked

Him and his feminists finna get imminent, and a bitch live in this punk

Be yourself

Why he got to act like he solid when he gon' melt?

Don't undo your belt 'cause under your khakis they see your welts

Killed shine, exposing your chilled spine

I'll rhymes, but all the killer niggas in real time

Already know you lyin'

When you ain't got it, gon' show you lyin'

Heard cap 'bout a lot of dough few times

That ain't so, you lyin', and it flow, through ridin', let it go

Already know you lyin'

When you ain't got it, gon' show you lyin'

Heard cap 'bout a lot of dough few times

That ain't so, you lyin', and it flow, through ridin', let it go

[Krizz Kaliko:]

Yeah, look at you now, look at you now, look at you now

Taking a bow, waving a thou', running afoul

Got a lot of dollars, yeah, me too

Fucks given, yeah we do

Sucks, yes, when they busting 'bout success and it's evil

Two and a ten, it ain't equal, pulling a stunt on the people

Give 'em what they want 'cause they so want it blunt that they don't even know that's see-through

Better hide wills when they see you, half mil', it ain't legal

Or a nigga like Trick Trick, Muggs, Big U, so they won't leak you

I see these niggas on IG

Money phones, money long when the camera on

Might be they figures, it might be

Well don't trick, me and N9na drip with no jewelry on

[Tech N9ne:]

Already know you lyin'

When you ain't got it, gon' show you lyin'

Heard cap 'bout a lot of dough few times

That ain't so, you lyin', and it flow, through ridin', let it go

Already know you lyin'

When you ain't got it, gon' show you lyin'

Heard cap 'bout a lot of dough few times

That ain't so, you lyin', and it flow, through ridin', let it go

So many broken promises and never really knew what honest is

When I bomb and get this low level reconnaissance

Nothing left but a padlock cash box

When a nigga brag lots, ass shots

He the funny man, he mascot, that mosque

Talking 'bout they got a backdrop, a half knot

They tell you fake it to make it

To chase it is basic, so you take it and rape it

You wake in the matrix

With the ape, it's the hate that you place, it can take it to break it

So not a soldier

Who let you come walk in the culture?

You psycho for talking to Oprah

'Cause you niggas is softer than boba

Nigeria day upon these delirious race of dummies

A serious way to come, she suspiria de profundis

Energy put in the universe

Gonna double back and get active

So the fact is, if you baptist

Don't be gang gang in your rap shit

Already know you lyin'

When you ain't got it, gon' show you lyin'

Heard cap 'bout a lot of dough few times

That ain't so, you lyin', and it flow, through ridin', let it go

Already know you lyin'

When you ain't got it, gon' show you lyin'

Heard cap 'bout a lot of dough few times

That ain't so, you lyin', and it flow, through ridin', let it go

Rata lyrics - Tech N9ne (feat. Krizz Kaliko)

Rata, rata

Blocka, blocka, blocka

Ayy, fucking ratas

Kaliko, Kaliko, campos

Who got day one on the trigger, I do

Real nigga say

Who got day one on the trigger, I do

Real nigga, ayy

Why you gotta do it? (Why?)

Why you gotta do it? (Bitch)

Why you gotta do it?

Why you gotta spew it? (Ayy)

Why you gotta spew it? (I don't know)

That's so fucking foolish

In my book, never been a pardon

When the yapping happens, capping in your jargon

Babble yells, that'll fail

I bet you been a tattletale since kindergarten

He's punked, we dump the punk, debunked, no sin again

We bump P Funk, he slumps, Glee jump, so feminine

That's why he's a cop dressed in his block best, but a hot mess

Never do know how to talk less, so we plot stretch, when you got next?

Two in the ten, he doing again

He gonna rat on you and a friend, then you in the pen

He gonna mix it up and try to put you and the crew in the blend

He gonna tell, then the screwing begin

El capo debacle, that is what he can offer

Depend on him and then in a rut he can toss you

He claim he down, dirty, and muddy but softer

Than cotton candy, me and my buddies'll off you

Anything go down, bro?

I don't know, I don't know

We just make the sound, yo

I don't know, I don't know

You gon' make these hounds go

Round your crown, so

One, two, one, two, three, ayy

Rata (Rata, rata)

We go cuckoo, we go blocka (Blocka, blocka)

We go do-do with the chopper (Do-do-do-do-do)

Stomp you like a cucaracha

Say goodbye to your day, ayy

Koba, you's a fucking mentirosa (Say it again, ayy)

Koba, you's a fucking mentirosa

Yeah, he a traitor, Joe, he's a hater, moe

Wanna get up in the mix and delay the dough

Man, I heard he nerdy but he play the role

Of a killer, iller than I spray this flow

Why you got to go and (Spread lies)

That's when all my homies (Dead flies)

And that's when all the evil lying ass straight divisive ice up in your (Head dies)

What in the cup string, the cup doohickey?

Why you got to be a true sissy when you know I'm carrying a tool with me?

Everybody know that you iffy

Gonna be on your head in a cool jiffy

All I'm saying is the dude's sickly

You believe him or not like you view Ripley, I'm gone

Gun on my waist, yeah, gun on my waist

You gotta pay 'cause you're taking the food out my baby mouth house nigga, watch what you say

'Cause if you cross the line (Oh yeah)

This not gon' happen one more time

Say, say goodbye to your day, yeah

Anything go down, bro?

I don't know, I don't know

We just make the sound, yo

I don't know, I don't know

You gon' make these hounds go

Round your crown, so

One, two, one, two, three, ayy

Rata (Rata, rata)

We go cuckoo, we go blocka (Blocka, blocka)

We go do-do with the chopper (Do-do-do-do-do)

Stomp you like a cucaracha

Say goodbye to your day, ayy

Rata (Rata, rata)

We go cuckoo, we go blocka (Blocka, blocka)

We go do-do with the chopper (Do-do-do-do-do)

Stomp you like a cucaracha

Say goodbye to your day, ayy

She Fell lyrics - Tech N9ne

This song is rated sex

She got lonely so she phoned me

To my home, she say she hungry

When she told me she so horny

She fell on my dick, she fell on my dick

Like if she a real, uh

Lost step in a drunken race

Like a nigga is ripping the head of a creepin' bullet, gave her a pumpkin face

Nigga, she jumped in haste (Fell)

Like off in Cali and something quaked

Like I went to pick up a teacup

Hit it with a tablespoon and she fell into a sunken place

All the bitches wanna know me

Heard I'm hella hammer with the Moby

And I represent up in the Show Me

Boldly put the Gorilla Glue up in the stogie

Wanna put my hoagie in the cannoli

You gotta keep it bare, baby, Yogi

They wanna try and lay up with me cozy

Solely eat a nigga dick up like Bertolli

She fast to fall on it, what?

She asked to swallow it, what?

Like from a bottle, bitch

Gobble thick model chick

Bobbing this rattle spit-up

She like it tall in her gut

She like a ballin' nigga

Calling the bitch with his log in her pit

Hella talking the shit while he clawing her butt

She on the stinky and the 'caine (Yeah)

Really wanna try to lick me in the thing

She say that she needed somebody kinky in the game

So I told her that I wanted the pinky and the brain

Bitch, it's fucking incredible

Especially when you boost the feeling, good on the medical

Edibles, when it's over, she not feeling regrettable

Just let her go tell her homies that your dick on a pedestal

Bust it open, let me see your blossom, blossom

Pretty one, a nigga be like awesome, awesome

'Til I get it, N9na never stopping, popping

Kill it, I put the pussy in a coffin, coffin

Ayy, I really like thick females

Hit it, then she run and tell the dick details

I can tell you how that big V smell

And how quick she fell, she fell

She got lonely so she phoned me

To my home, she say she hungry

When she told me she so horny

She fell on my dick, she fell on my dick

She got lonely so she phoned me

To my home, she say she hungry

When she told me she so horny

She fell on my dick, she fell on my dick

Hella lit, delicate

Never with celibate

Tell a bitch swell a dick

Chocolate and vanilla, black and yellow, thick

Hella lit, delicate

Never with celibate

Tell a bitch swell a dick

Chocolate and vanilla, black and yellow, thick (Fell)

Like it was a problem with her bungee (Fell)

Like she's pulled back into Jumanji (Fell)

Like people playing rock and dressed in grungy (Fell)

Like when you hating the new but love the yummy

Always got bad bitches among me

Hungry for the dick, I know they having the munchies

So tongue me, kicking it all over the country

When I pump thee, look like her legs doing the Humpty (How?)

Deep, deep, making her skeet, skeet

Fuckin' and suckin', she loving to get my elite meat

The N9na's a V beast, I never knew defeat

Drilling like Chief Keef 'til the 'nani is deceased

I can tell when they want this thing

Bring it up out of me, baby, don't get stained

Having your nigga tripping at home, disdained

Tell him he really don't wanna funk with Strange (Strange Music)

Jacking the divas

Making 'em believe in a nigga, then I'm tapping the beaver

Making the horny women who be acting religious

Say Jesus, give her the keys to them bitches, arriba

Let's go, nigga (Fell)

Like the darkness (Fell)

Like a carcass (Fell)

Like a cheating nigga that's really heartless (Fell)

Like a starship fell on the rare tarpit (Fell)

Like your heart when an old bitch yelling Marcus

She got lonely so she phoned me

To my home, she say she hungry

When she told me she so horny

She fell on my dick, she fell on my dick

She got lonely so she phoned me

To my home, she say she hungry

When she told me she so horny

She fell on my dick, she fell on my dick

Hella lit, delicate

Never with celibate

Tell a bitch swell a dick

Chocolate and vanilla, black and yellow, thick

Hella lit, delicate

Never with celibate

Tell a bitch swell a dick

Chocolate and vanilla, black and yellow, thick

She got lonely so she phoned me

To my home, she say she hungry

When she told me she so horny

She fell on my dick, she fell on my dick

Sink lyrics - Tech N9ne

Can't breathe like this

Suffocating me

I'm shaking underneath

But I can't get enough

I'm shaking underneath

But I can't get enough

As I fall, and I fall, then continuously fall

In the dark, but I saw, so I grabbed and I clawed

Pressure, when pressed against my chest yessir, the aggressor

But if I don't breathe I'm gonna be on a stretcher

Plugged up like a Tesla, steady gaspin'

Chill bumps like we're streaking in Aspen

Cause I'm receiving what is the reason for Aspirin

And hear blasting is in fashion but I can't swim

And that undercurrent, I mean Riptide

Is strong enough to give a brother an abyss ride

And be a stiff guy that got the fish eyes

That is the grimness but I'm on a sin bliss

The reason I'm in this position

I was trying to contend with the water

But then drips'll put you in endless submission

Steady falling now, but it's better than cocaine

And I'm recalling how this feeling is so flame

Just like New Orlean child, how the feeling'll blow brains

Put you all in clouds, near death but no pain, damn

Can't breathe like this

Suffocating me

I'm shaking underneath

But I can't get enough

I'm shaking underneath

But I can't get enough

That I came with this frame, see the strain in my veins

Cause my aim is to drain what I claim on my name

Hot as hell but like Heaven, bite yeps

A lot in braille on my seven, right hand

When the throbbing swell, I think I got impaled

I leave a soggen trail, I'm not fuzzing, like them

Sinking underneath, but what I'm really thinking is I wanna eat

But young defeats the tongue when you gun the teeth, swung the beast, and everything becomes deceased

Suffocating in the best way

Like I'm wishing on my death day

But let's say shortage of breath play

We really get the N9na really going like a jet may

I never stress hey I'm hella essed blay

Cause any given time I get the eck nay

I should invest pay to make the mesh stay

A fresh bae clean us how I get the ex ay

Can't breathe like this, but I don't see crisis

Extremely poetic one of my many vices

It's a trippy time, I wanna hit rewind

Cause what I'm dealing with be the drippy kind

And when you sit feline on the dinner with a big behind

I really love it when we 69

Can't breathe like this

Suffocating me

I'm shaking underneath

But I can't get enough

I'm shaking underneath

But I can't get enough

Ion Memba lyrics - Tech N9ne (feat. C-Mob)

[Tech N9ne:]

Umm

I'm drawing a blank

So many drugs, I done did

Ion memba

It's like I'm in the Twilight Zone

I'm like gone, I might bone

Back in the day when my eyesight's blown

Comin' to see me cause of my microphone

Cause I write songs and now they wanna try right wrongs

I don't 'member none of that

Ain't no filler from a cat

That be off on another level for me to wanna spat

With somebody from a chat

That is bringing summer back

Ten years later because a nigga sung a rap

But I listen to me, I am different

So I don't know what you think is fixing the B

When I was twisting you is nonexistent to me

And now the word can it is missing the T

Missing the T, but it ain't him

When you was sipping the D and it bang trim

Ain't no mixing with me on the gang brim

Lot of chicks in the sea but I can't swim

Bitches sending me pics like remember this

With a pic of they private then send a kiss

I don't try to remember or reminisce

So yeah, it smell like when I catch and skin a fish

Memories escape me, when I take G's

Mixed with molly, and prolly some AC

ID pasties, so fucked up Yates be

That don't give you no valid reason to hate me

I don't try to diss, messed up

I don't remember a lot of shit

Don't be mad at me cause I ain't giving a cock to kiss

Anymore, don't owe anybody a pot to piss

That's enough to have Tech hate it

I don't remember us X-Rated

My brain is so drugged and cess plated

I don't really know what you be meaning when screaming that we sex made it

How the hell when I bust

Seeds off in the mouth, off in the mouth, off in the mouth

She's impregnated, I don't know what the fuck

She talking about, talking about, talking about, no!

You 'memba this, you 'memba that, you 'memba us, you 'memba back

Ion memba

You 'memba we both on the yak then hit it back and we hit the sack

Ion memba

You pulling that new stupid act due to the fact you super rap, who are you to cap

You knew me then, don't know me now

Used to be friend, used to be down

Ion memba

[C-Mob:]

Look some people from the past still living in the mess so stressed

And they see your life is less grotesque

So they wonder how did you get so blessed

And the envy is up at last, they will bring up the past

Hoping that you retrogress

That'll make you really check those pests

Mad cause you kick it with the best no less

The divine kind on the fine grind

Cause I'm dying trying

Rhyme shine from a mind dime like an Einstein

From the grime, I'm prime, climb on the timeline

Get better with age every day like a fine wine

But they wanna try to bring back

Memories of when I was a tin bat

Sink crack through it all for the greenbacks

But I don't remember anything that

They talk to me, a debauchery

Well my bad, my memories awful G

Now ease off of me, I think maybe when you see me

You don't wanna be reminded of the mediocrity

You keep stopping me

Bringing up shit to bring me down a notch

Cause in the past I been down a lot

But now it goes up and you're hoping that my crown'll drop

And that my sound'll stop, I see I work hard and hustle

Around the clock, I got the town on lock

Marion Indiana, you down or not

Well if so, quit coming around with toxic

Energy cause I mentally block it

You talk shit and you could get a snake bite pronto

Tryna fuck with the snake and bat, you get shit on

Great white guano

[Tech N9ne:]

You 'memba this, you 'memba that, you 'memba us, you 'memba back

Ion memba

You 'memba we both on the yak then hit it back and we hit the sack

Ion memba

You pulling that new stupid act due to the fact you super rap, who are you to cap

You knew me then, don't know me now

Used to be friend, used to be down

Ion memba

[Krizz Kaliko:]

Ohh, not me, you got me, got me mixed up

I drunk the elixir. now you gassed up

I'm reminiscin'

Active lyrics - Tech N9ne (feat. Krizz Kaliko)

[Tech N9ne:]

Going to a funeral almost every other week, you know I'm sayin'?

That's the reason why I stopped going to the funerals

'Cause all the young homies were always turned up dead

I left the block at 17, so I didn't see them for a while when I left

That saved me

Because if I was gonna do that, I was gonna do that to the fullest

We ain't the only gang members

We ain't the only ones with the insane tempers (Nah)

So many levels where Bane enters

And hit the people with evil

Leave 'em with pain whimpers, yeah

We ain't the only gang members

The only stealers and killers and family name enders

So watch your back when the action is brackin' or crackin'

'Cause your cool little faction got flame embers, uh

They kicking and they pushing

Spitting and they mushing (Who?)

A Christian and a Muslim

Pay attention to them bangers, not a rarity

And our dark age is filled with ignorance and barbarity

No clarity, fight against the faith and the infidels

Holy wars having so many people sent to Hell

Religious leaders went to jail, just like us deep in the cell

Spent the bail, get out and show hatred on God is meant to fail

If you choose a side, motherfucker

Better know what opposition, you can die, motherfucker

Although organizations wanna deny other ruckus

From the suckers, they don't care or wonder why brother buck it

Christians calling Muhammad a terrorist, ain't it? (Nope)

The game split a long time ago and they can't quit

Boonk Gang had it figured it out (What's that?)

When he stated that it's a whole lot of motherfuckin' gang shit

[Krizz Kaliko:]

Everything is active, blame it on the rap shit

Blame it on every fucking thing but the stacks and the taxes

Don't huddle up with no squad, might come and kill you, on God

Active, everything is active

Everything's a gang, it's a gang and it's ashes to ashes

Don't huddle up with no squad, might come and kill you, on God

[Tech N9ne:]

We ain't the only gang members

It's still a fight against the black, white, hang genders

Deep in the south, some are all the way 'til it became winter

Now the boys in blue, they kill the black cocaine vendors, yeah

We ain't the only gang members

White presidents and black leaders with slain member

So watch your back when some wack man attacking the black skin

Ain't no calm or relaxing life when strain hinders, uh

Republicans and Democrats in a spat

Since the 1800's, it's been attacks, then it cracked

And still do, different views will kill you

That is fuckin' mildew, they uplift the steel too

Lot of gang shit in Charlottesville

Unite the Right rally bought a car to kill

Ain't no togetherness

White supremacist and black will fight 'til finished

But all their rights diminished without a life replenished (Dead)

Just like my homeboys

All the different groups in life packin' chrome toys

If you feel me, holler back

Now it's gang colors if you wearing a MAGA hat (Word)

'Cause the message of talking good old days

Usin' force and more power, you know, them good old ways

But I know that flag is serious and if a man tore it

That'll be his ass if he kneel and don't stand for it

[Krizz Kaliko:]

Everything is active, blame it on the rap shit

Blame it on every fucking thing but the stacks and the taxes

Don't huddle up with no squad, might come and kill you, on God

Active, everything is active

Everything's a gang, it's a gang and it's ashes to ashes

Don't huddle up with no squad, might come and kill you, on God

[Outro:]

You know, my brain like, "I wanna build a spaceship"

'Cause man is gonna blow this fucking place up

This spaceship has to be massive, it has to be like a football field

I wanna build a spaceship, maybe like 180 thousand seater

Maybe we can build something

My brain is thinking like, "Okay, how are we gon' fly away from this motherfucker when it blows up?"

Catharsis

EF U (Easier For You) lyrics - Tech N9ne (feat. Krizz Kaliko & Jelly Roll)

[Krizz Kaliko:]

Don't lay down, lay down

Don't lay down yet

Don't lay down, lay down

Don't lay down yet

[Tech N9ne:]

This is dedicated to the ones that are broken

Stay here with us

Your time to shine is coming

Trust

Do you know somebody in pain, I know somebody's

All fed up and off in the brain, heartbroken probably

I been broke when life was not gleaming with hope and foggy

But I would never dump it on you, then later say sorry

It be the hardest when a loved one's life isn't starlit

When they call you, they think the smartest way out of it is depart it

You tell 'em that shit retarded, and hate the call even started

Know they heart isn't guarded, not even your art is cathartic

Please think about your people, yo

Ease on about your ego, bro

That's about far as evil go

You don't really wanna fly like an eagle though

But in case you wanna know how sin taste

I wanna try to help another, save a brother from a grim fate

How could you make friends break down and act like an ingrate

Selfishness, that's what it is

When all your family and friends just wanna see a brother live

But if you don't see the gutter through, you're gonna leave the others blue

You make it hard as fuck for us, but think it's easier for you

Damn

[Krizz Kaliko:]

It's easier for you

To take yourself away from things we all go through

But if you knew that it was killing me

It's killing me, would you?

Would you still believe that it was easier to do?

World ain't never been easy

Don't lay down, lay down

Don't lay down yet

Don't lay down, lay down

Don't lay down yet

[Jelly Roll:]

Only the angels know the pain that you hold on to

Why would you leave me lone, just cause it's easy for you?

I know somebody that's stuck down on the bottom

And he deals with his problems in ways that never solve 'em

And I know how he feels inside

Try to give him flowers while he's still alive

I see demons in my sleep

Got a teardrop falling down my cheek

Don't lay down homie you can't leave me now

I woke up in the middle of the night, I was drenched in a cold sweat, stressing

I couldn't fall back asleep so I picked up the phone and I sent you a message

And it said

After everything that we've been through

Through the ups and downs just know that I believe in you

You said you won't leave me, I know I'm a piece of you

So don't you make this hard on us just cause it's easier for you

[Krizz Kaliko:]

It's easier for you

To take yourself away from things we all go through

But if you knew that it was killing me

It's killing me, would you?

Would you still believe that it was easier to do?

World ain't never been easy for you

Don't lay down, lay down

Don't lay down yet

Don't lay down, lay down

Don't lay down yet

[Jelly Roll:]

You-uu

It's easier for you

You-uu

It's easier for you

I'm Sorry lyrics - Tech N9ne (feat. Church Boii)

It's so good to see family

After all of this musical insanity

Chasing dreams and deemed vanity

But I'm back to humanity

Hoping my family don't banish me

Back in orbit to be the pyoon one

I been prayin' this day would soon come

Man, I love this family reunion

So religious, my family might hand me communion

Sorry I left you to live in solitiude

Writing lyrics, chasing spirits, clear as no molecules

Not a ting, badda bing, I paid a lot of dues

And paid less attention to my people, thinking the dollar rules

Three decades living with tunnel vision

When I thought about my family, hoping everyone don't miss him

When I left y'all on the outside looking in

But I'm trully blessed to sit with family and see them cook again

I love you

I have to say I'm sorry

Ain't been home for so long now

I have to say I'm sorry

I been gone, but you gotta know I love you, love you, love you

Been on a never-ending party, ooh

I said I love you, love you, love you

But I have to say, I have to say I'm sorry

A big brother's supposed to be there like I'm your rock

When you want the nightmares about your mom to stop

Since I ran away when you were babies, steady tryna pop

Lost time with Kiraameen, Hakim, Hassan, and Bas

Basimah, I'm sorry I seem like a shady dude

When times are hard for your family, paying your lady dues

You come so far, having a happy family is daily news

Man, I miss you playin' with me, chase me around in your baby shoes

Hakim, I should've been a better big brother

By helping you when it got rough at the house by dealing with our sick mother, yeah

Then I was chasing scrill' and dealing with others

But now that I'm better, wishing that you open to hoping we get further, yeah

Kiraameen, I left before you were born

And that's the reason we torn, and respecting me is just worn

I just wanna kick it some more

My baby brother I be missing galore

Your trust, I wanna try and kick in the door

I'm hoping we can all be fixed and be four

I have to say I'm sorry

Ain't been home for so long now

I have to say I'm sorry

I been gone, but you gotta know I love you, love you, love you

Been on a never-ending party, ooh

I said I love you, love you, love you

But I have to say, I have to say I'm sorry

Reign Michael, my youngest

I know that I been away for long, to keep it a hundred

How do you stay solid when a daddy is all you wanted?

I'm sorry for the time I didn't come get

In the future, time will be abundant

If you'll still have me as your rappin' happy daddy

We'll be back to matching addies if you're having that thing gladly

I'm sorry for the distance, baby, been tardy, no persistance, lady

Been RT on a mission lately, but my daughter, I've been missin' crazy

Lil' Donnie, with you, I created a better me

When I was away for so long, I missed you incredibly

I pray I didn't make you go the insane route

By bein' distant when we lived in the same house

I'm sorry for not helping more with your music

I know I'm half of the reason you choose it

In time, I'll really help you do it

I'm sorry for being immature and foolish

I got you, I'ma never lose it

I'ma push you while you pursue it (Alyia)

I'm sorry for missing your graduation

Telling you I would make it

Not knowing I had a show the same day, your heart, I would break it

And I couldn't face it, hurt and anger would turn to hatred

I'm sorry for everything, want a chance to bring better things

I'm so happy he got you a wedding ring

And I wanna be a part of your wedding in the Bahamas

I finally know time and honor's worth way more in life than commas

I'm sorry, baby

I'm sorry, baby

I'm sorry, baby

I'm sorry, baby

I have to say I'm sorry

Ain't been home for so long now

I have to say I'm sorry

I been gone, but you gotta know I love you, love you, love you

Been on a never-ending party, ooh

I said I love you, love you, love you

But I have to say, I have to say I'm sorry

Disparagement lyrics - Tech N9ne (feat. Krizz Kaliko, King Iso)

[Tech N9ne:]

You can't stop what's divine, no

So why in the hell are you trying for

The Cayenne flow got you dying slow

'Cause my info got the Zion glow

They don't like seeing Tecca the N9ne go

They said I'm evil

They said I'm totally demon in my cerebral

They callin' me criminal, comin' to curse a cathedral

To punish the positive, opposin' the peace of the people

They said I'm a dreamer, and not a good singer

That'll never get bread and no kind of Heaven'll bring ya

When I lessen the N9na

Oppressin' the Tech and left in the wringer

'Cause I am the effin' best with the lingua

Calling me failure when you know Tech is a choppin' impaler

It's funny when you rolling, they come and try to derail ya

The tale fell to hell bruh

Nothing you tell her is stopping me when I nail her

She loving the delta

The hate gon' show but the faith gon' grow

'Cause I am a winner and gonna make strong dough

When I take on flow, when the pace don't slow

It's comedy saying that Aaron Yates won't blow

(Yates won't blow, Yates won't blow

Yates won't blow, Yates won't blow)

You did this, how you live with the stupidness

Knowing when I get loose, it get lucrative

Who can sit through this and boo 'cause it blew to bits

Doofus is not a muse, it's a duplicate

Riddle me, riddle me, yo why does a little league

In second fiddle belittle me when it'll be literally

Killa B's on the milla spree to drill 'em and filler flee

Ain't no illa G, reala B, the skill is agility

When they be itching to down ya

Throwing the hate all around ya

To all the people that clown ya

But not a sound when they come encounter

A real one, they don't feel none

Swear you're sitting on just little crumbs

When you really making multi-millions

When they say you lost it, but the deal's done

[Tech N9ne & Krizz Kaliko:]

Yeah yeah, this is called disparagement

Yeah yeah, this is called disparagement

Yeah, yeah, but they really love this arrogance and now my angel flair is sent to give you that embarrassment

Yeah yeah, this is called disparagement

Yeah yeah, this is called disparagement

Yeah, yeah, but they really love this arrogance and now my angel flair is sent to give you that embarrassment

[King Iso:]

It's crazy what haters say when creating a narrative

I will flatten 'em all like the apron, no air in it

Media maybe is airing it and made a few errors

It doesn't matter, money's made and many takin' their share in it

Nobody's thinking about the way that they carry us, staying precarious

Fallin' like the angel that flirted when hated comparison

When I think of our native Americans being named by some terrorists

I ain't sayin' they're Arabic homie

I figured I could make it apparent like babies in carriages, but this ain't related to marriages

When I say I'm separated from a lady that married to liberty later that buried it and made me a heretic

Take a TEC and then carry this to the grave

Innocent but say we're nefarious, now we hang

But them people are fakers and Fairey is on the gang

Put a target on the face then I count 'em like it's a bang (ugh)

They're prepared for this, I made it so there it is

So they throw the shade in areas grayer than Maridive

Tuck a.50 for the shade like Anastasia I'm airing it

Awkward living nowadays man I be stranger than Aaron is

They paint you in a slide and try to make you a derelict

Grammys ain't giving any love to Strange and I'm very sick

'Cause N9na's on the throne but they say I'm heir to it

Fake ish won't fly like a cape with a tear in it

Demons swinging low not at your face, call them sweet chariots

You know how many people that grow up and don't say what their parents did

Could've- could've been that, but it could've been bad

So doper lives be careful with

I'm sitting in the nuthouse looking at my freaking therapist like

[Tech N9ne & Krizz Kaliko:]

Yeah yeah, this is called disparagement

Yeah yeah, this is called disparagement

Yeah, yeah, but they really love this arrogance and now my angel flair is sent to give you that embarrassment

Yeah yeah, this is called disparagement

Yeah yeah, this is called disparagement

Yeah, yeah, but they really love this arrogance and now my angel flair is sent to give you that embarrassment

[Tech N9ne:]

When they be itching to down ya (ayy)

Throwing the hate all around ya (ayy)

To all the people that clown ya

But not a sound when they come encounter

A real one, they don't feel none

Swear you're sitting on just little crumbs

When you really making multi-millions

When they say you lost it but the deal's done

[Tech N9ne & Krizz Kaliko:]

Yeah yeah, this is called disparagement

Yeah yeah, this is called disparagement

Yeah, yeah, they really love this arrogance and now my angel flair is sent to give you that embarrassment

Yeah yeah, this is called disparagement

Yeah yeah, this is called disparagement

Yeah, yeah, they really love this arrogance and now my angel flair is sent to give you that embarrassment

EP: N9NA Collection 2 (2019)

• I Caught Crazy! (4ever)
• EDI's
• F.T.I. 2.0
• Death Threats