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Tech N9ne Collabos
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Chest out, ten toes down Left routes been shown now
Tech shouts, them foes frown
Next bout, you stretched out, we test clout when in yo' town
Ex'd out, full of debt doubt cause the best house we hold ground!
Better run now, don't come around my way
Gonna be dumbfound when the gun sounds cause sun down is my day Meaning I don't sleep, but yo food yes I'm gon' eat, alone peep
Anybody tryna get the grown seat better gone, it's gonna be a long week! (Rah, rah, rah!)
That's what they talkin' a lot of em bumpin' they chops
But they can never compare to the winner, they simply be giving me something to knock
I slay wack just play back my hits
So you better stay back on this great track cause
I made that my bitch! You wantin' this, I'm on a mission too
So you ain't gonna get what you wanna get, this one I'm kickin' through
Hit they mama, quit the trauma, hid dishonor gets to shoot
If you want a bitch, a ton of shit cause I'ma hit your crew
Bout to knock you out yo' skin, go in body, then I'ma go chin
Place yo' bet, you gonna hate the Tech Cause I'ma break yo' neck, we ain't no kin Dreams and hopes will be broken when that flow spin I'ma fo' sho' sin, level headed when the rebel get it
Heavy metal for this when I go in!
PLAY BALL! SLAY ALL!
War paint on my mean mug
Accolades, I got dumb clout
Back to back I run mad laps
When the sun's down or the sun's out Sara Jay on my side arm, y'all ain't tryna see me with guns out
With mo anger, that's no-brainer
So y'all niggas better run routes!
I heard something 'bout
Anybody can get it, I'm with it I'm coming for Sun's crown
When I hit him he don't have to one count Yeah I'm living, I love it, my lungs loud When I come from the summit
The scrimmage, I did it, I done it like what now
We could put up some butter and do it no stutter
But put up or shut up, you're bummed out!
That's a sure move, took a chump out, I'm so old school Yeah, say hi to my little friend Kill 'em with the pen, make the dynamite go boom!
Talk about big balling, and it may seem that I'm stalling
When I'm staring outta that wall and Bombing like Babe Ruth when I call it
Yes y'all it, and my bet's all in, heck nah, never let y'all win In the game, everything a test to check
To see who can really hang like a net, all in
Come and train with the Ces, yeah It's no thing little bunny, I can bang with the best in the biz
You better be steppin' on me with the breath with the gin
Gotta run and tell Loraine nothin' left in the lid bruh, let's get it in
You heard me, chewed 'em up, I'm done early
Suited up in my jersey, feelin' like who or what can come serve me
Y'all too corrupt to come prove to us your kung-fu
You suck, you're unworthy, dirty like Harry be makin' my day
Tell 'em I come to slay when I play, yeah! PLAY BALL! SLAY ALL!
K-I-N, and I kill shit
You could say that
I slay turds VIP and
I K-I-S, y'all L-A-F and those eight words
I'm a D-O-B,
I was D-O-A, but I came up out of that coma homie O to E,
I take no T-O,
I'm like Oscar Meyer with no bologna Killer and I'm dealin' 'em,
I'm wavy Sender in the center of a stadium, ya numb And now I go gorilla for real like fuck I'm off the wall for real
And I'm in a audible office as often as needed
Y'all slower than molasses, run string cats is weeded
Ya get hit with a bliss, boy Just for thinkin' that they couldn't catch this
And when I run a muck, I'm puttin' numbers up
Go and take you a look at my stats bitch My contract's got no cap, and the money is under the mattress
I stay high like A.I, what the fuck are we talkin' bout, practice?
PLAY BALL! SLAY ALL!
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