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Tech N9ne - Give It All Ft. Audio Push & Krizz Kaliko | OFFICIAL AUDIO
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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Tech N9ne
Tech N9ne
Vocals
Krizz Kaliko
Krizz Kaliko
Vocals
Chris Handley
Chris Handley
Bass Guitar
Lucas Parker
Lucas Parker
Guitar
Oktane
Oktane
Vocals
Pricetagg
Pricetagg
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Aaron Yates
Aaron Yates
Songwriter
Julian Brown
Julian Brown
Songwriter
Larry Jacks
Larry Jacks
Songwriter
Michael "Seven" Summers
Michael "Seven" Summers
Songwriter
Samuel Watson
Samuel Watson
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Ben Cybulsky
Ben Cybulsky
Mixing Engineer
John Cheatham
John Cheatham
Vocal Recording Engineer
Michael "Seven" Summers
Michael "Seven" Summers
Producer
Tom Baker
Tom Baker
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

I wanna give, give it all I said, I said, I said, I said I wanna try to kill everything in my way Everybody say, hey, ey, ey, ey, ey! Yep, I'm the one ya heard Reppin' rojo on Jimmy Kimmel had some disturbed But niggas know that we ruff and rugged so mum's the word Tech N9na face painted look like he come to purge! Real Scorpio, shoot this thing like a torpedo Rock the rip, no remorse we go Dummy like Mork from Ork, we know And I say that with the utmost respect I bust flow to death, I must blow the check It's never enough dough for Tech So I get sick with it, I make a bitch dig it Even when I wanna speed it up and I quick-spit it I get a bit wicked up in a battle Try to bite, I buck a blammer in his fitted Killin' music get me stiff sitted, I can't piss when it become hard So I need a chick to hit it when I kick a lyric And I'ma murder 'til I'm on the yard (murder) My verse are like burst that jerk up and merk the weak twerp You cannot hurt the Gurkha First to insert the work, the son of the earth I disperse the curse to reverse ya to the worst of ya Then I'ma squirt ya MRSA (ugh) Trip not, you see I got the advantage in hip hop 'Cause rappers sound identical so when N9na's shit drop I do numbers, I'm the pinnacle so never will this stop Y'all can't beat me doin' nothing, except for Stalkin' these thoughts I spew and suckin' We run this independent game, it ain't no screwin' us When we runnin' everything except our mouth while they blue and sufferin' This on the Bible, I kill any life with a script from this rhyme Music's done - divine This is my rifle, there aren't any like it 'cause this one is N9ne This a gift from his mind I wanna give, give it all I said, I said, I said, I said I wanna try to kill everything in my way Everybody say, hey, ey, ey, ey, ey! Yo, I got the call from Tech N9ne He needed assistance from the group with the best rhymes That spit that get up off of yo ass and grind Fuck all of them flex lines I get love in every city I sack in 'cause I rep mine Around the world, the girls give me head on tour 'cause I headline I gotta get fed, I'm fed up, my homies is doin' fed time I look at that clock and all I see is "Go get that bread" time Lost too many soldiers so tears, I gotta shed mine Turn on the radio, hear yo shit, and oh, it's bedtime I fall asleep, it all is weak, most y'all shouldn't be called MCs Burnt ya discography, you ain't sale 'cause all of ya talk is cheap Smoke up all the tree, my whip look like it got a fog machine My crib look like a pharmacy, that's prolly why you wanna halt my team Livin' facetious, bobbin' head while the weed lit I make change where I see fit I don't play like I don't see shit Yeah, one hunnit, one hunnit, keep it That way and it's potent And stay away from the hate and keep all yo plays right in motion Bust it, I'm down after the sun and up before it, better know it MVP, most valuable poet, been the coldest, kept it focused 'Cause you miss every goal that you don't shoot for And every time you cut a corner, you make two more Put richness in my life so I don't have to half at things And listen for the whispers so I don't have to hear the screams And I go hard for what I want, so it's just colors when I dream And then you realize, it's not as scary as it seems Normal is for pussies I wanna give, give it all I said, I said, I said, I said I wanna try to kill everything in my way Everybody say, hey, ey, ey, ey, ey! Ain't nobody handle me, heated like a candle be Kissin' dirt, ya man'll be for tryin' to dismantle me Music is my weapon, true, loud enough to deafen you Never trip with Tech and crew, be careful who you steppin' to I remember when I was young and I got scars through Right in back of the paddy-wagons and cop cars too Now that I'm flyin' high from a rockstar view Security level let Allahu Akbar through, ooh Hey, ey, ey, ey, ey! Hey, ey, ey, ey, ey! Hey, ey, ey, ey, ey! Hey, ey, ey, ey, ey! I wanna try
Writer(s): Samuel William Christopher Watson, Aaron Dontez Yates, Michael Summers, Julian Brown, Larry L Jacks Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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