Bleachers – Hate That You Know Me

[Pre-Chorus: Jack Antonoff]
[Chorus: Jack Antonoff & Carly Rae Jepsen]
Sometimes (Sometimes) I hate that you know me so well
They pressure you right back
I’ve been talking to strangers
Sometimes (Sometimes) I hate that you know me so well (I hate that you know me)
I put my things into boxes
I hate it! And you know what?
Some days I, I wish that I wasn’t myself
Sometimes I, I hate that you know me so well
Long way down
Come on, think about it

No luck! (No)
Long way down
Carry all of my old lies

You’re such a heart attack
They pressure you right back
I hate it And you know what?
You’re such a heart attack
Rubber band in my past time
Pressure points
Look like I’ve been up all night
But it feels like oo-oo-ooh
Oo-oo-ooh
Some days I, I wish that I wasn’t myself (myself)
Sometimes (Sometimes) I hate that you know me so well
And I hate that you know me so well
No luck! (No!)
[Chorus: Jack Antonoff & Carly Rae Jepsen]

Washed the fear from my hands off
Sometimes I hate that you know me so well (so well)
Oo-oo-ooh
And I hate that you know me so well
(No) No luck!
Some days I, I wish that I wasn’t myself (No)

[Verse 1: Jack Antonoff]
Acting like I’m a stranger

Sometimes I, I hate that you know me so well (and I hate ya)
And you know what? I hate it

No luck!
‘Cause I can’t let go of the same dream
Come on, think about it
And I hate that you know me so well (yeah)
And I hate that you know me so well
[Verse 2: Jack Antonoff]
And I hate that you know me so well
Some days I, I wish that I wasn’t myself (No)
Pressure points
[Chorus: Jack Antonoff & Carly Rae Jepsen]
[Pre-Chorus: Jack Antonoff]
Act like I’ve been up all night
No luck!
Caught mistakes in the sidewalk
I hate it And you know what?
Sometimes I, I hate that you know me so well (and I hate ya)
But it feels like oo-oo-ooh

Rubber band in my past time
Sometimes (Sometimes) I hate that you know me so well (I hate that you know me)
Some days I, I wish that I wasn’t myself (myself)

Sometimes I hate that you know me so well (so well)
So I keep talking about eighteen
[Bridge: Carly Rae Jepsen]
Sometimes I hate that you know me so well (so well)
And I hate that you know me so well
And I hate that you know me so well

wifisfuneral – 2 Step

Money long just like Rapunzel
Off 3 xanax
I’mma swing up on that pussy
[Hook]
Fuck up out my way
[Verse 1]
She want that, I don’t think she told me that (ay)
Compressive [?] xans on my life
It’s the brown demon relax
Betty Crocker in the kitchen
Bounce with that check to step it with my best (ay)
Comin’ through the building
I’m in that same position, never left (ay)
Two step it with my (ay, ay)
Diamonds dancing on my wrist like a stripper
Can’t control me now (ay)
Bounce with that check to step it with my best (ay)

If I’m dancing with the devil
Hold up, fuck nigga, test it
He ain’t makin’ it to the next sequel
Bounce with that check to step it with my best (ay)
I feel posessed and in a maze
Future Trunk up in that bitch
I fuck up the pot
Hold up, fuck nigga, test it
Bounce with that check to step it with my best (ay)
She want that, I don’t think she told me that (ay)
And these niggas sleepin’ on me
Bitch money’s gleamin
Can’t control me now
Can’t control me now
[?] young nigga pay
Can’t control me now (damn, ay)
Can’t control me now
Boy I’m eight round with that ridged
[Verse 2]
He ain’t makin’ it to the next sequel
Can’t control me now
I ain’t with that bitch and listen
And I’m turned up with my nina
[?] and my body bleeding
I’m in that same position, never left (ay)
I’m cutting shit like it’s Freeza
Bounce with that check to step it with my best (ay)
Future trunks in that bitch boy
Hold me tight and then we stray
Watch him grip a fucking
Can’t control me now
That shit was no reason (ay)
Can’t control me now

Bounce with that check to step it with my best (ay)
She want that, I don’t think she told me that (ay)
Had to relax
I’m cutting shit like it’s
I’m in that same position, never left (ay)
And if this gets disrespectful Rich Life
Bounce with that, bounce with that, we get pounce with that (ay, ay)
Black play running through my fucking veins
She want that, I don’t think she told me that (ay)

Nyck Caution – Look At Me (Remix)

Changing my life through the internet
All of y’all fake got another face for a pass
Hear the new shit and they acting confused
Playing some ball with my friends
Just another casualty of righteousness
Get it right, Nyck at Knight
Act raw cause someone wasn’t there
Get it right, Nyck at Knight
Got shit to prove
Good things come in two’s
To show them how to eat
Shouts out I need a masseuse
Is back, things are getting frightening
[Verse 2]
Nobody had a lesson to teach

I got a cast on my hand
They caught sipping when they unprepared
I heard your catalog that shit trash
People that fronted on us
Can you walk that path?
My girl was tripping about gram
Killing it all around when we go
So I took trip to Japan
Y’all already know what kind of life I live
Fucked up my pinky again
Square up I’m throwing a jab
Throat fucked that little bitch got her throat fucked
Changing the flow up again
Coming soon
I don’t want no rest
Already rounding the globe
Say a lot you talk a lot
Hold it down for the pros
They cannot box us no more
[Verse 1]
Damn there go my life again
Nice little kid switched, turned to a beast
Snap like I popped another Vicodin
Pop another Xan, smoke all that gas

Who knows if we’ll get America back
I don’t think so, you don’t walk that fast
I got to spazz out one time
AABA describes where America at
Beast Coast team back on top baby
Shout out X, shout out, yeah yeah
So they learn from the streets
Life of the young, dumb and unaware
I been ghost but the poltergeist
You don’t work a lot

You not down to ride
When I cyph’ take time to decipher it
Break a stack then you blow all that cash
Get it right, Nyck at Knight
Hear the bullshit and I got in my bag
[Bridge]
This is the reflection of me
Legendary beginning the story being told
Switching up the sound and the flow
So I learned from myself
Till I’m resting in peace
Doctor popped it back in place
"Nyck at Knight" dropping in June
[Outro]
Just to ride in that wave till that wave gonna crash
Speed through the lane Westbrook on the glass
I got the world in my hands
Throw a left hook at your mask
I face L’s like I ain’t like to win
[Intro]
Get it right, Nyck at Knight
See y’all in June

Spazzing out they say I got to relax
We heard a lot you not certified
Bitch I’m a pro with the film

Flatbush Zombies – Still Palm Trees (feat. Snoop Dogg) (G-Mix)

My team gets higher than the voice of Weeknd
Flatbush Zombies
Infinity stoned
I’m certified with the smoke, inhaling the dope fumes
It be Zombie Gang and the D-O-double G
I’ll pass it to you
Yeah so much grams, vacuum sealer in the hotel
I love them bitches
This is the G-Mix
Don’t we say they shoot at you
[Hook: Meechy Darko & Snoop Dogg]
So much grams, y’all blew my high the first time so I had to do it again
My lyrics send shivers, no way you can feel this
See a lot of y’all don’t know
Smellin’ pack
Ain’t no place we can’t smoke [?]

See I’m on some new shit
But still palm trees

But still palm trees
Baby baby don’t cry
We have an unbreakable bond
This is the G-Mix baby
Probably fucked your baby momma green with my ice on

Feel me, please
[Verse 3: Erick Arc Elliot]
We plan to disperse to the earth
Yeah still I palm trees in the calm breeze
Only promote the cleanest and the passenger too
Jordan at the garden lit
But still palm trees
If you ain’t talking terps well homie what you say
Zombies been taking over
Then I pass it to Snoop
Smoking good like 222
It be Zombie Gang and the D-O-double G
So I’m grindin’ everyday tryna be the top five
So much grams, y’all blew my high the first time so I had to do it again
Medicate I’m on some other shit, my weed is just too fire
But I’m on some magic shit
She frontally thick, you know I’m chiefin’
Kelly song Till 6 in the morning like that R.
Every day, me and Mary Jane
Blaze one for the nation
From the date of your birth
[Outro: Snoop Dogg]
So much ass I had to hit it in the hotel
It means Zombie Gang and the D-O-double G
So said Snoop Dogg
My neck and teeth lit, glow like a beacon
Recognize game when it’s in your face
This time we recruit the g-est
Worldwide
[Hook: Meechy Darko & Snoop Dogg]

Shout at my niggas, who [?] in the view

I only eat that pussy if she’s spiritual (yum yum)
That’s like Magic Johnson donatin’ blood
So when you throw shade, nigga never harm me
If it’s OG I steam it
I’m rollin’ reefer
We’re connected from the roots to the seeds, to the leaves, to the trees
Cali NY
Picture Meech not rollin’ up
[Hook: Meechy Darko & Snoop Dogg]
Wrap away is too is to match it and
So when you throw shade, nigga never harm me
Hittin’ blunts til I’m knocking out
Got quadriplegics tappin’ they feet, snappin’ they fingers
Baby baby don’t cry
Only get my D if she sing R&B
Got offended like a groupie though
Whether you’re last, whether you’re first
[Verse 2: Zombie Juice]

Wet Meowth for that cotton mouth
They stole my swag, they can have it
I be swimmin’ in the clouds, so high I can’t come down
Picture Meech not rollin’ up
With D-O-double G, A-R-C, and Meechie
And it’s still palm trees everybody, let’s get high
We smoke trees cause trees was delivered from the earth
She loves them rappers but only niggas like me
[?]
Pardon me, Dogg, Meech
What is it worth
Flatbush screaming till I die, still they hate on the messiah
Flossin’ just because I wanna, I can see that you despise
[Verse 1: Meechy Darko]
Brooklyn made me this, Bronx Tale, I’m on some sunny shit
Palm Trees
So much grams, y’all blew my high the first time so I had to do it again
They still hating the genius
Listen to me, this that killer that’ll make you lose it though
That’s like Magic Johnson donatin’ blood
[Intro: Snoop Dogg]
Ain’t no place we can’t smoke it, right Snoop
So when you throw shade, nigga never harm me
Something in your blouse got me feelin’ so aroused
Passions for that in school

If you master this rule, lighters next time we in the cypher
Flatbush Zombies, Big Snoop Dogg
I’m known to smoke one up until we approach the zenith
One thing about me and these trees
Dig that
My chronic louder than what preachers and deacons be speaking (hallelujah)

Dizzy Wright – Wanna Remind You

We come from zero, nothing, [?], nada so God is my hero
Wanna remind you that we all going through a little something, something
Who cares as long as they can relate
This don’t come lucky, no
Y’all like my little brothers that looked up and hit the lottery
Sometimes I can’t imagine how y’all lived without the space
Never take it hard, I just find different ways to take the lead
You wait too long and next thing you know life starts weighs you down
Thinking about it when I wake up tryna get ’em all with us
But I took that leap though
You ain’t the only one, you ain’t
Wanna remind you that we all going through a little something, something
Telling the little homies like…
Sometimes it scares me that the bigger you get, you locked away
Doing bad business is a sunken place for me
Watch out youngsters, I see you
They sleepy, I get noisy

Wanna remind you that we all going through a little something, something, something podna
It’s too many people in this world to go one way
I been connecting the dots like dominos
Wanna remind you that we all going through a little something, something
And that’s not being logical
Gotta count it up yourself yo, or you could be held accountable
No nigga, you can’t avoid me
It’s about what you came and you learned
‘fore I’m forgotten, I just…
[Verse 3]
Wanna remind you that we all going through a little something, something, something podna
I was in this funky boat
This ain’t a history lesson nah, more like victory down the road
You ain’t the only one, you ain’t
Sensitive about my shit
Better yet when your lifestyle change
The human race is mixed up like liquor
They throwing their sticks and stones but still I remain so peacefully calm
Ask my rasta, I’ve always be silent
Better yet when your lifestyle change
Never hypnotized unless it’s life after death and that’s a Biggie album
Wasn’t waiting for nothing to jump off
Dot style Be humble, K.
From another brother’s story, wishing you glory
[Intro]
They gon’ remember that I was a man of my word
Look at how I touched these souls
From Flint to Vega on my P’s & Q’s as I keep meeting peaceful
Look at how I always handle myself

I see y’all shining though
It’s not what you gained or you earned
[Hook]
Wanna remind you that we all going through a little something, something, something podna
Wanna remind you that we all going through a little something, something, something podna
One time for all of the greats
The black sheep of my family but even family can have the biggest egos
I hop on stage and do my 60 minutes, pushing that independence
[Hook]
You taught me that holding the throne won’t be no easy job
[Verse 2]
Keep it real, never fade
This journey’s been legit
So count your blessings podna
They like "God dammit, he happy"
I know that me and all the homies…

[Hook]
You ain’t the only one, you ain’t
I believe that praying counts
Wanna remind you that we all going through a little something, something, something podna
[Verse 1]
My voice symbolic
I’m coming strictly fitted
Yo, I hope you see me God
Like diamonds on these new age rappers that’s been trying to flow
Wanna remind you that we all going through a little something, something
Let me make this crystal clear
Wanna remind you that we all going through a little something, something, something podna
Yo, proceed to reminisce

I do my thing and them ladies fall down for them hippy spirits
Wanna remind you that we all going through a little something, something
But I got a lot to say so they gon’ always have a Dizzy album
Spreading that world peace while they throwing their monkey wrenches at me
Flying under the raider, right around the corner
Living in these creepy times
I’ll be there shortly
Soul food for the country folks

Wanna remind you that we all going through a little something, something
Yeah I’m blessed and peaceful

Like fuck them dress codes, they could miss me with it
I see exactly where I fucked around with make believe
That [?] shit gon’ get y’all where y’all need to be
No love lost, no monthly distractions we come cross
And I’m not talking about the bigger houses
Think about my early goes
Good weed is all I need
Better yet when your lifestyle change

From Kid – Freak (Favorite Storm Album)

Memories flashing
[Pre-Chorus, Variation]
I remember the time I

Looking back

I remember we were kids, alone
These beach towers
Time is passing
I remember the time I
Know you felt it too
I remember we were kids, in love
Full of color
Just kids alone
Kids in love
Every second counts, yeah
Every second counts, yeah
Remember the time I
[Verse 1]
Know you felt it too
Looking back
Drove around with you
Drove around with you
[Verse 2]
Time is passing
Wine-stained sheets and
Like Polaroids
Entangled in

[Chorus]
[Pre-Chorus]
Remember the time I
[Chorus]

Tech N9ne – Drama (feat. Krizz Kaliko) (Dominion Deluxe Version Album)

House alarm is red, been wanting a set
[Post-hook: Krizz Kaliko]
I can peel that dome
We don’t have them blades

Deep in necropolis they can become
Kill my fam, I hope that everyone rots
Kill everything
Drama, drama, drama, drama, drama (New shit!)
Not gonna be fistin’ it, cause I’m popping only
We go in the trunk for what I have then spray
(Drama!)
[Hook: Tech N9ne]

If she send them to get me, everybody dying homie
[Post-hook: Krizz Kaliko]
But I can end it all with a call if there’s drama
I’m a real nigga that they wanna kill
Cops, politicians, white folks, niggas going postal
Tech
So come one, come all, you want us to numb y’all
Now in Missouri, for a gun, I ain’t gotta have a permit
Bring it this way, then you pay, make you say "God damn!"
So I keep it drama filled, I don’t got no kind of chill
All of your drama is making me (dumb)

Now we be up in the gun shop
I’m in the thick of it, cause they plottin’ on me
I’m a real nigga that they wanna kill
And we get ’em before they get us and they done
If you live in my city, you grippin’ a gun

I was born to bless so nobody harms the Tech
So I keep it drama filled, I don’t got no kind of chill
I’m a real nigga that they wanna kill
I’m a real nigga that they wanna kill
Strange Music
So I keep it drama filled, I don’t got no kind of chill

Just like me, everybody left their chill at home
[Verse 2: Tech N9ne]

Drama be on everyone’s block
Anybody can get it
(Drama!)
[Intro: Tech N9ne & Krizz Kaliko]
I’m in the thick of it, ’cause she lying on me
That’s on my mama nigga
I swear that I just wanna ball
So I keep it drama filled, I don’t got no kind of chill
N9ne
Drama, drama, drama, drama, drama (Tech N9ne!)
[Verse 1: Tech N9ne]
2017, we still
Lot of people on some scavenger shit
That’s on my mama nigga
E-S-T 2000
Yeah, bring that if you got it to bring
My lil’ babies, two ladies, or breakin’ thee son
Drama, drama, drama, drama, drama (Strange Music!)
[Outro: Tech N9ne]
That’s what you’re gonna get after you catch them (fades)
And we ready for them, who like killin’ for fun?
Everywhere you hear the gunshots
We Still
I get it, admit it, we on the same thing
(Drama!)

Cause the light from the heat that I brung’s hot
(Drama!)
I get it, admit it, we on the same thing
And your family goody goody gumdrops (yeah)
Better watch your vocals
I swear that I just wanna ball
Wanna feel that chrome?
Yeah, bring that if you got it to bring
I’ll be damn if a devil is taking me from
Best keep it off of my fam
Got my shooters for any intruders that I see
But not me, not me
Gonna have to grab them graves
Drama, drama, drama, drama, drama (Let’s go!)
Better stack up on your sunblock
When it’s coming at me, I am with it
But I can end it all with a call if there’s drama
[Hook: Tech N9ne]
Making everyone fall dead up on their gun law
K-C-M-O is the place that I’m from
Target practice trying to make your lungs stop

Tech N9ne – Casket Music (feat. Ces Cru & Wrekonize) (Dominion Deluxe Version Album)

You can’t keep it clean and dig the muddy waters
With very little unity, it’s really never enough
Even your baby mama tripping, kid got a twist-tie
And look at the list why
[Hook: Wrekonize]
To the rancid area this belong to

And turn you into slaves for the new world order
Give the song new meaning, eat it up, beat it up
After killing like Cujo
Killer MC shit bitch, casket music
They’re sleepy, dusting their eyes, they listen to lullabies

And use the time to find and grind the methods to getting cheese
Dude’s crazy, he’s who’s baby
I got a couple buddies that’ll cross on ya border
Rep for the roster, partner pushing for proper pay
Snake and bat’s flying up inside close quarters
[Verse 2: Ubiquitous]
So step back youngin, this is grown folk talking
Niggas are not feeling me
This isn’t for the radio, this single won’t be popping
So don’t sit back and unwind, this isn’t the summer time
The nicest on the mic, tell the bitch please
We bruise fugazis
This is true grit, it’s lived for you to bash to it

Day in the life of the long winded, I stay alive
I’m catching a wave nouveau
I learned the twist of these catacombs while I sat alone
You from around here, I ain’t gotta tell you to duck
Here’s new N9na to rock to
Snake and bat’s flying up inside close quarters
[Intro]
I got a couple buddies that’ll cross on ya border
U-B-I, bitch
And she who does not feel me is just not real to me, dick tease
It’s duck and cover, if ever I pull your number time
My state of mind is transcending the space and time
Chakras align while I’m oscillating like Doctor Strange
Yo, I crush a rhyme and when busting my flow is customised
And I would never try to strike a chick with my fist, geez
[Verse 1: Godemis]
You played a side so I am taking your place in line
Casket music
I’m on a high, I might be flyer than Chris Breez’
Better yet in a Yugo, yes y’all a eulogy shoe know
You can’t keep it clean and dig the muddy waters
Bitch when I’m winning they’re bitter, really what matters most
This is true grit, it’s lived for you to bash to it
[Hook: Wrekonize]
Only the strong survive in this game, I made it my

This is true grit, it’s lived for you to bash to it
[Verse 3: Tech N9ne]
I’m wise enough to know to just let a chick leave
Astonishing, I can still hear my mama sing, upon a dream
Maude Sue lady through Hades fools made me lose faith
Yeah, uhuh
We are not the same, same difference is how we operate (Yeah)
So step back youngin, this is grown folk talking
Tryna live free and take zero accountability (Hold on)

They cock and aim, lose nerve, but never drop a name
And say goodnight if I ever switch into double time
Eh-Eh
This isn’t for the radio, this single won’t be popping
So I’ma keep fondling this honor queen from the conjuring
Ya lie to kick it, you’re probably wicked as Hillary
Drink away my pain and then piss it on you
Snake and bat’s flying up inside close quarters
Eh-Eh
Who played me like ukulele, too shady, who’s roots gravy
My DNA incompatible with an average Joe
Would you be kind enough to shut the fuck up and twist trees?
Out your noodle, you pussy punk, you’s a poodle

It’s sit for dinner and serve a sucker for supper time
People in the community don’t band together enough
It’s killer city, anyone’ll run up
I want a fling but with mama singing its wronger thing
So step back youngin, this is grown folk talking
And turn you into slaves for the new world order
Killer MC shit bitch, casket music
They plagiarise when I’m writing it, so it’s justified
You can’t keep it clean and dig the muddy waters
I got a couple buddies that’ll cross on ya border
This isn’t for the radio, this single won’t be popping
Killer MC shit bitch, casket music
I push your peanut to Pluto, and then pack your parents in a Peugeot
Casket music
I catapult and I’m flying into the battle zone
And turn you into slaves for the new world order
[Hook: Wrekonize]
If it’s wrong you bringing, fuck you!
We all aware that it sucks, the hood resembles a pigsty
Then Obama brings some no no things from the drama king
Rubbing their eye while I’m running, wish I could shut an eye

Tech N9ne – Put Em On (feat. Darrein Safron, Tech N9Ne & Stevie Stone) (Dominion Deluxe Version Album)

Me and my niggas keep it lit so
Don’t act like you don’t want this
‘Cause we’re upper echelon
[Verse 3: Darrein Safron]
Baby I’m just tryin’ to get low
My city askin’ me to put ’em on

That’s right, that’s right, I can’t think of nothing better to do ha
[Hook: Darrein Safron]
So you careful when speaking ill of my crew ha
Yes I, yes I gonna be the one say the Soo

Hept outed, then elevated
Better view from my day ones
We all lookin’ for something, yeah
Baby you know
On
Don’t act like you don’t want this
Just gotta put ’em on
I Just gotta put ’em on
Feeling like I’m one of the best and erbody ain’t trippin’
They shame to bump us
Like an Aventador on full flats but the paint’s drippin’
Just gotta put ’em on
That’ll you’ll be on it
I just gotta put ’em on
Don’t act like you don’t want this
My day ones gotta put ’em on
My day ones gotta put ’em on
Family I gotta put ’em

Ill in the mind and sicker than most

Serving weak cats, makin’ ’em take a seat in they kitty litter
My day ones gotta put ’em on
You gotta fly to see what I’m on
Family I gotta put ’em
You want them finer things in life
Now my ends low
Prayed up I never changed up, I start the game up I got bank roll
They know, came up with like no dough
Shawty askin’ me to put her
We all lookin’ for something, yeah
[Outro: Tech N9ne]
Family I gotta put ’em

Cup runneth over
[Pre-hook: Darrein Safron]
[Pre-hook: Darrein Safron]
Call the fam like "Hey we made it"
I got family dependin’ on me
My city askin’ me to put ’em on
Win or lose, there’s a bitter feud

Family I gotta put ’em
On
My city askin’ me to put ’em on
I’m a killa, for my city, nigga
I’ve been locked in, I been workin’
[Hook: Darrein Safron]
KC and St. Louis stand up
I started broke Damn, where did my bros?
Got plenty on me
Hatin’ niggas bring envy on me
Shawty askin’ me to put her
You want them finer things in life
Keep something pretty with us
We all came up from nothing
We all lookin’ for something, yeah
I’ve been workin’ Workin’?
Buy ma the crib with a elevator like
I’ma taint this with not a saint mission with the imagery to make you faint, Christian
Shawty askin’ me to put her
Wanna give a shoutout to my A ones
[Verse 1: Tech N9ne]
I got this started
Uh, I got the star

Talk now, I’m delegated
We all came up from nothing
You want them finer things in life
I done clocked in, and the pots in, and when we pop in we jerkin’
My day ones gotta put ’em on
Steady reppin Misou ha
Whenever Tech is on
[Pre-hook: Darrein Safron]
On
To the people making it up and sayin’ that I’m done, I can’t slippin’
[Verse 2: Stevie Stone]
[Hook: Darrein Safron]
Yes, I’m dark, I am Megatron, go Decepticon
My city askin’ me to put ’em on
Head forth, get mo’
We all came up from nothing
Get the game and I get the homie
[Hook: Darrein Safron]
Shawty askin’ me to put her (on)
Buy my mama that new Benzo
And that’s dames and dumpers
Stretch all the way to the loo
Nigga, I’ma be the liaison
It ain’t only me, it’s so many grittas

Hop in the rover

Louis on up St.

Tech N9ne – Wheels Like Hill (Dominion Deluxe Version Album)

So I had to get wheels like Hill (Ay)
So I had to get wheels like Hill (Ay)
Wheels like Hill (wheels)
[Hook]
[Hook]
If you faulty I gotta skate, wait
Like I got a rocket in my pocket
Got it but I ain’t even begun to ball, wait
Got wheels like Hill on her
I appeal to the mill, tryna steal
Stop it, you ain’t gotta lie Craig
Seein’ nothing but dirt spun in y’all face
[Verse 1]
Wheels like Hill (get gone)
Girl ya traits ain’t too great
And that’s cold like Blue Bunny
I know the woman wanna be sinning cause of my bread
So I had to get wheels like Hill (Ay)
Tryna build my mills (Why’d ya, Why’d ya, Why’d ya)
Wheels like Hill (wheels)
So I had to get wheels like Hill (Ay)
Wheels like HIll (wheels)
Ill’s my skill
I got it and I ain’t giving none to y’all man
Wheels like Hill (wheels)
Wanna get with me ’cause they don’t wanna die bummy
If she come and try to get my money

Kill my chill
So I had to get wheels like Hill (Ay)
That’s cool, I was the man even at school
Ill’s my skill

Tryna build my mills (Why’d ya, Why’d ya, Why’d ya)
Specially if she running with a prostitute crew
(Pewm)
Little work but feeling creds, know-o-o
Ill’s my skill
Gots to lose you ’cause thots are boo-boo
Kill my chill
So come a gold digger I’ma get low-o-o-o-o

If you a cheese chaser and not a glee maker
Doing me wrongs while getting gone is the topic
Wheels like HIll (wheels)
So from you I gotta shake
She take a L to the hell I wouldn’t pay ya to be my leave raker
Wheels like HIll (wheels)
Tryna build my mills (Why’d ya, Why’d ya, Why’d ya)
It is not a mistake
So I had to get wheels like Hill (Ay)
Fast shoes yes I been winning before the tattoos
[Hook]
Wheels like Hill (wheels)

Kill my chill
So I had to get wheels like Hill (Ay)

Running for happy ’cause you was always aware of new money

Everybody see my check grow-o-o
Ran so far away now I’m Bill Croner
Wheels like HIll (wheels)
Want a lot a bills so to get the skrill I’m bout to peel on ya
Poopoohead, she’s a poopy face, a caca poo-poo
A bitch’ll get nothing but straight lies from me
Way before my cash grew, I was dodging the fake
Ill’s my skill
Kill my chill
So I had to get wheels like Hill (Ay)
Wheels like Hill (get gone)
Nigga please is what I feed faker
Wheels like Hill (get gone)
I’ma say the stuff to make her eyes runny
Wheels like Hill (get gone)
I ain’t running because I’m scared of you honey
[Hook]
Ready set go-o-o
Speed racer, believe I’ma erase ya
Too late, I gotta brake, wait
Tryna build my mills (Why’d ya, Why’d ya, Why’d ya)
[Verse 3]
I rock with too few, I blocks a new boo
[Verse 2]
I do the opposite of run the small pace

Tech N9ne – Nevermind Me (feat. Stevie Stone, Krizz Kaliko & Mackenzie Nicole) (Dominion Deluxe Version Album)

I want those, look like they got the ball, lit, I’m on those
I got something that the people wanna vibe to
Yeah, well if you feel like I feel (Clap it up)
Yeah, well if you feel like I feel (Stand up)

City after city, almost famous (yeah, yeah)
[Pre-hook: Krizz Kaliko & Mackenzie Nicole]
I’m just lit, nevermind me
They won’t let me up in my face while my breath in it stink
Oh, Hey!
Cause I flow with Mackenzie Nicole, Kali, and Stevie
Everyday’s a weekend so let’s go
I’m Malcolm X, but outta my mouth comes sex
Club packed, revvin’ up the mosh pit
Like I’m living in shish kebab, Shawshank Redemption
[Hook: Mackenzie Nicole]
And I keep that llama drawn
Propane running through these dark veins
[Hook: Mackenzie Nicole]
Devil with me we contagious
Bop it, lock it like you really want it
[Verse 1: Stevie Stone]
Time for me to work, I think I’ll call in
Party like it’s Night and Day
Here to show you what just my kind do
Everyday’s a weekend so let’s go
Yeah (I think that’s lit enough)
[Verse 3: Tech N9ne]

I’ma get all the beezies [?] me and it’s easy
With the Necronomicon
A lot of ’em doubt son’s blessed
For the haters that go without like Ramadan
Tecca Neezy, look at me and believe me
Oh, Hey!
Turn up
Take me to a place where I can’t feel my face
I’m just lit, nevermind me
[Hook: Mackenzie Nicole]
Get you where I got you when I’m on it
[Intro: Tech N9ne]
CHI-CA-GO
Ain’t nobody tripping, everybody’s having fun so
Everyday’s a weekend so let’s go
Time for me to work, I think I’ll call in
Party like it’s Night and Day
Bop it, lock it like you really want it
Once they get up on it, yeah they want it and never leave me
I don’t wanna ever have to pay bills again
[Verse 2: Krizz Kaliko]
Two right over there look like Becky without the good hair
And trying to get in her pink but what do ya think
I don’t wanna ever have to pay bills again
Don’t know what I’m thinking of
It’s like, it’s like, it’s like I’m at a office Christmas party
But I rip and outcome’s checks
Living crazy is the only way

Okay, kay, kay
Hit ’em up!
Time for me to work, I think I’ll call in
I’m just lit, nevermind me
Oh, Hey!
Living crazy is the only way
I don’t wanna ever have to pay bills again
Never find glee ’cause they know I’m where the clever rhymes be
I done emptied out and reloaded
[Pre-hook: Krizz Kaliko & Mackenzie Nicole]
Bop it, lock it like you really want it
Couple of beers, haters coming near I tell ’em vamanos
Living crazy is the only way
Hold up, hold up, got two tickets to the gun show
And I keep that better shine, make the cheddar climb

Don’t know what I’m thinking of
Bon-jon, every lady want Don-don

Let a thing that gets hot blow
Dressed up like I’m going to Comic-Con
[Pre-hook: Krizz Kaliko & Mackenzie Nicole]
I’m a fine tune, let me remind you, I got a line through
Don’t know what I’m thinking of
But it’s Friday, I ain’t got no job, ain’t got nothing to do
Get you where I got you when I’m on it
I get it but never will I get got, no

Party like it’s Night and Day
Yeah, well if you feel like I feel (Turn up)
Get you where I got you when I’m on it
My OG partners there’s some Dominoes
I done kissed a couple of people, I don’t even know nobody
I woke up this morning, new attitude
Baby, nevermind me
I be, I be, I be, I be on that octane
Cock when I drop, yeah I got this
Everybody peep the rage if you ’bout it
So you can leave yo pom-poms
We don’t want no cheer bitches
Weekends be cloudy, turnt and everyone know it
Stirring up the pot, that’s what I’ma do
I’m just spilling my drink, threw up in the sink

Tech N9ne – Reloaded (feat. Darrein Safron & Godemis) (Dominion Deluxe Version Album)

Pray to God I get 86’d

II know they hate it when I roll by
St. Louis like Nelly, eyy, Look what you want, a nine or a K
From the looks of those baby dicks, life’s a bitch and her head game make most lames come crazy quick
Come and say that to my face (Yeah), Come and say that to my face (Skrrt)

I can feel the devil on me, I just reloaded
Bitch, I know you mad
You talking shit that you don’t know about
Was devoted to making them miss it and decode it
[Pre-hook: Darrein Saffron]
And that’ll get ’em to admit that I literally gotta be one of the illest they ever heard with the bla bla
I am the check, no denying bitches crying for sex
‘Cause everything he quoted
Muffed the milli and mind your manners, miss
Now you know what to pay me with
[Pre-hook: Darrein Saffron]
Reloaded, reloaded
You a hater dawg, you should really check your clothes for bullet holes, I suppose, Lambos with butterfly doors, suggest you move over like transpose, You don’t want the problem with Tech on the last song like
Incredible fucking piece of what the C’s and B’s voted
I cannot lose focus, they tryna blow my focus
Ain’t nothing but static, the homie Darrein had to hit him
Lot of people are freaking out with maybe flying the vet
I cannot lose focus, they tryna blow my focus
Bitch, I know you mad
Reloaded, reloaded
I know they hate it when I roll by
Never blowing bunk and bammer sticks
[Verse 2: Tech N9ne]
Reloaded, I’m a motherfuckin’ soldier
The T’s roguish and sees solace when reloaded
Reloaded, I’m a motherfuckin’ soldier
I am the Tech, I’m buying the jet
Reloaded, I’m a motherfuckin’ soldier
They see me with women, that’s glamorous
I’m from the city of greats (Yeah), We shooters that trap everyday
[Pre-hook: Darrein Saffron]

Reloaded, I’m a motherfuckin’ soldier
Blood I get to blasting that blammer bitch
Look, you don’t know nothing ’bout me, if you wanna learn Homie, please check where I stay
Reloaded, I’m a motherfuckin’ soldier
Cash rules everything around me
And now I’m attacking the rhythm, back with the pattern
[Intro: Darrein Safron]
I’m the plug, I’m the socket dawg, you can get it for the low
Wait, I don’t know what could be matter with them
They want me to battle with them
People think I’m polyamorous
Fuck all that talking, we mobbing and running commas up ’till the dollars is overflowing my pockets
But I like living life lovely and lantern lit, motherfucker
Niggas want me to go away
I know they hate it when I roll by
Reloaded, I’m a motherfuckin’ soldier

[Hook: Darrein Saffron]
[Verse 3: Godemis]
I can feel the devil on me, I just reloaded
[Hook: Darrein Saffron]
Suckers slip up and stammer shit
When I go hippity-hop I hammer chicks
Got that Midas touch dawg everything gold
Action always acompanies an anarchist
What the fuck y’all think, yeah my shit don’t stink and they all pissed off we the ca-ca (damn) ha-ha

Reloaded, I’m a motherfuckin’ soldier
Reloaded, I’m a motherfuckin’ soldier
I can feel the devil on me, I just reloaded
[Verse 1: Darrein Safron]
Louis shit This that St.
[Hook: Darrein Saffron]
Reloaded, I’m a motherfuckin’ soldier
Spying, dying, or wet, wanna put the N9ne in your neck

Reloaded, reloaded
I cannot lose focus, they tryna blow my focus
You talking shit that you don’t know about
They really wanna deepthroat it
You talking shit that you don’t know about

It’s all automatic, if Tech is clapping, I’m clapping with him
Unaware who they fucking with

Tech N9ne – Bacon (feat. Godemis, Brotha Lynch Hung & Murs) (Dominion Deluxe Version Album)

Drinking problem, see I’m a rapaholic
[Hook: Murs]
So I don’t go bacon I go tempeh
Til my eyes like Chinese

We don’t go, we go bacon
Nonetheless I never see none breaking
[Interlude: Murs]
They counting sheep in that dirt nap
They say I got acid in my IV, I’m back where I need
But y’all get the fuckin’ point man
And the other little pigs got mad cause the niggas got hot
Back now, fans wanna tailgate

And they were unaware that I slayed ’em
Yeah, fuck y’all
I’ma get a little wily, twist some weed
Unconnected smell the essence aching
Nonviolent, I’m nonviolent
And this little piggy stayed home
Everybody wanna be all up in it
One of these won a shivering game in front of me
You really think you’re fucking with us numb nuts
Now this little piggy went to market
We said first of all we ain’t concerned wit y’all
And they spot got taken
No heroes, I slayed ’em
And the other little pigs got mad cause the niggas got hot
So they picked up the microphone
Like to drop it low and pop a thizz with me

[Hook: Murs]
And I got a lot of food on my plate, I can’t call it
Never pull a trigger hit a nigga with gun bust
Dropped in on a 30 foot half-pipe
But these three pigs right here had a bright idea
We said first of all we ain’t concerned wit y’all
And this little piggy stayed home
And they spot got taken
Now this little piggy went to market
So we burnt ’em all and went bacon
Travis knows

I’ma get particular vehicular homicide describes me
Better act right or get your shit sprayed
King slid do everything big
But these three pigs right here had a bright idea
My first raps went spam Sammy with a grab bag of that been dope
Til I sprayed ’em with my worst raps
So we burnt ’em all and went bacon
[Verse 2: Brotha Lynch Hung]
Now I’m the kid from Mid-City
It’s like, tempehs veggie, I don’t know
Me, Lynch, and Godi, uh Strange Music
We said first of all we ain’t concerned wit y’all
Kamikaze plane became a rocket
Hitters still no suave for the sensei
Swear to God, I’m hella odd I got it
[Verse 1: Godemis]
Trust me, put it out in a cell grate
And this little piggy stayed home
Don’t be no wack rappin’ over this way
Killer and I’m in no time, and get away so okay
I’m a weird dude, I’m into weird shit
This king pig and nigga we go bacon
I ain’t looking for a cosign, most say we okay
Because I put him in a bad situation
We R to the A to the W uncut
And they spot got taken
So we burnt ’em all and went bacon
And that, and that’s like veggie bacon, nigga
This the B-L-H and I never been sick with a cellmate
I’m fearless, like last night
And hella nigga we go bacon
That averaged I’m baking him up in a apron
So they picked up the microphone

Hit a 50-50 grind and was even more exciting because I did it while riding on a flashlight
Now this little piggy went to market
Life’s a bitch I named Lorena Bobbitt
[Hook: Murs]
Gotta collect a check
Disrespect
Can’t complain in this dirty game, it ain’t entertaining ’em
So they picked up the microphone
Rules are made to be broken
I don’t eat pork, bro

And the other little pigs got mad cause the niggas got hot
Got a long dick and my beard thick
I know them wack niggas don’t wanna hear this
Didn’t realize back then when I was getting it in with my kinfolk
I like fat asses and big titties
Yeah, huh
Smoking in the Shire like a hobbit
Penciling, I get it in my friends and then I exit out of my pom pilots
Revving up to go head to gut but no bread to cut
[Verse 3: Murs]
Got a bad bitch in her mid-fifties
My Holy Bible got bombs by it
But these three pigs right here had a bright idea
That mean I rap good and I’m from the hood
Humble enough but what the fuck’s up?

Tech N9ne – Shoe Game (feat. Krizz Kaliko & Mackenzie Nicole) (Dominion Deluxe Version Album)

Well I got the money, just give me a shot (ayoo)
You can tell when I walk in
I stay on my toes, I stay on my toes
I’m a good girl and I’m never a thot

From the left side baby to the right side baby
Yeah I quit school but I rock chalk
I’m coming to get it now and I mean it nigga, I take the bus
This year is mine get your hand off the pie
Money from the booth too, Strange life is beautiful (en fuego)
Ain’t bout to argue with y’all, make y’all talk (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

Stay on my toes
Don’t say it to me, just wait ’till I go
You don’t have to tell me, I already know
Look, well I ain’t never been on TV

In my Jordans, I’m on my toes
I stay on my toes, I stay on my toes
[Verse 2: Krizz Kaliko]
Don’t say it to me, just wait ’till I go
Y’alls froze, we clap back
From the left side baby to the right side baby
You don’t have to tell me, I already know
Kali, baby
That’s where we at, where we at, in case anybody say somethin’
Ain’t that somthin’
I’m somewhere thawn out from that cold
Stay on my toes
Shoe game, Liu Kang, stay on my toes
Yeah
[Verse 1: Mackenzie Nicole]
Keep my foot on the gas and don’t let up

You see me with baby girl, that’s a check coming, we add that
I came here to ball
Nah, I maybe once, but I ain’t never been on BET
People see me, think they know what I got
Shoe game, Liu Kang, stay on my toes
[Outro: Mackenzie Nicole]
I stay on my toes, I stay on my toes
Me and Nina get it jumpin’
Baby girl on the left side, baby on the right side (Yeah)
Since a lot of y’all and a few of us
Don’t say it to me, just wait ’till I go
The way that I’m living, don’t have to get used to
Shoe game, Liu Kang, stay on my toes
Ain’t no telling what they wanting
And then I walk out, I
When I walk , I
I stay on my toes, I stay on my toes

[Hook: Mackenzie Nicole]
[Intro: Krizz Kaliko & Mackenzie Nicole]
Kali baby on the left side, baby on the right side (Yeah)
Tryna get the cake like Duncan
[Hook: Mackenzie Nicole]
See the way my bank account is set up, I got a checking and savings
Shoe game, Liu Kang, stay on my toes
They get no frontin’
Don’t say it to me, just wait ’till I go
I stay on my toes, I stay on my toes
Niggas so what is you saying?
Live this way ’till I’m old
From the left side baby to the right side, you can tell when I walk in
I stay on my toes, I stay on my toes
Yeah (Cold World)

Tech N9ne – The Answer (feat. Ces Cru & Krizz Kaliko) (Dominion Deluxe Version Album)

Yeah, I think they got me fucked up
And I think I’m the answer
Kali baby, y’all can never hang with us
Cause they don’t be feeling you like they feelin’ me
I never had to keep a pistol
I give two shits about who’s with you
I get fancy with them blades in, and leave blood stains in the hallway
Won’t pray to no savior (Why?)
And I jug lean and I pop pills
Count another mil’, it’s chump change to us
Only hurt ya if the shoe fits ya
These days I’m too smart to
I’ll pass baton in decathlon
Talk is talk and that’s cheap to me
If these pussies don’t shoot me, you can bet that the punk cops will

I’ma drop that dime like they committed to crime on divine lines that I’ve spoken
[Hook: Krizz Kaliko]
Niggas hood rich, I ain’t there yet
Well I, Well I know you got me fucked up
And I think I’m the answer

I spit it like it’s gun fire
And is fuck it I’m feelin funny bout fair weather fan shit
See they don’t be feeling you like they feeling me
Everybody better hold up
Hell all in my head, peace (Got a)
They was scheming on me like a pyramid
But they theory is full of bullet holes
I really had to keep it simple
And they hate Dean ’cause I got skills
When I get to rippin this flow here

If I’m N9ne I keep that pistol smoking
My soul’s darker than nightride but no night light, I write all day
A different creature, every feature I get on is my song

(UP)
Repping hard for the underground, I’m an emcee and a lyricist
I really had to break it down
So get up if you can get the picture
Up in the clouds eating a industry sandwich look it I can spit cutting em up
Sho Lia wicked like Fangoria Is he crazy?
I am what I always been, white kid with the rapping skill
[Outro: Krizz Kaliko]
That is where I am bitch
All the women go ta grabbin their crotch they all screamin OH DEAR!
And I know I’m that answer
[Hook: Krizz Kaliko]
I really can’t stay on my time zone
If I did shoot, I’d shoot to kill
Sign of the times ain’t dependent on the rhymes
Yeah, I think they got me fucked up
I rap until my tongues tired
I’m burned up
[Verse 4: Godemis]

Kansas, City King has landed
Sayin I should hang it up in music you’re a plum liar
Everybody better hold up
Too old for this bullshit
I had to run up and down the court watching y’all like the league official
Y’all strange to us
Maintain that I’m self-sustained
Cause they don’t be feeling you like they feelin’ me
[Hook: Krizz Kaliko]
Zoned out, turned up

And I think I’m the answer
My team strong and we here to win
I’m joking
Cause they don’t be feeling you like they feelin’ me
Getting twisted like two nipples
Period point blank I shoulda known
[Verse 1: Ubiquitous]
[Verse 3: Krizz Kaliko]
But I got holes like a clarinet
On the role, like I’m too cripple
Armed and dangerous
Puff puff and I’ll pass it on
I ain’t came up for no air yet
Fool is hatin cause he don’t understand my communication, Nokia
Still CES came as a package deal
[Hook: Krizz Kaliko]
Your gross must pass through fire and that’s why
Quoted rockabye to smoking on the pipe but doing lines of cocaine
Many men tried to mirror this
Everybody better hold up

Watch out
And I think I’m the answer
But nobody really know what I do for real
Laugh loud when that boom hit you
Gapin’ hole in my heart too (But I)
Run shit like in track and field
Yeah, I think they got me fucked up
I put dough down on a fare bet
I ain’t user friendly word to iPhone
By design to find your prime time if their eyes open
Y’all niggas be gambling or rambling
Everybody better hold up
Cause they don’t be feeling you like they feelin’ me
Anybody tellin me I’m not the best it gotta be I wear a mask like an umpire
[Hook: Krizz Kaliko]
Tecca N9na spit it so clear like Ho sheer

Yeah, I think they got me fucked up
I don’t rock that shit
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, better hold up
Search around and go find a verse where I came soft and I was slackin’ on

A dumb guy or you’re a bum sire tellin me I’m inadequate knowing it’s not anyone higher
[Verse 2: Tech N9ne]
Anything remotely close to nope when I quote you’re choked with a velvet rope, Janet

Tech N9ne – Salute (feat. Murs & Fmayday!) (Dominion Deluxe Version Album)

Not before I get a shot, I get it then I appease
Cuz we bout to take the crown this year
Write a couple songs and live forever in your pictures
You better keep your hands up when they play this song
Do It Big, Keep It Strange, don’t care
You better keep your hands up when they play this song
Then I spit this venom, like Eddie Brock does
Gun is out, everybody running out
Override the system, drugs with some sick kids
I been on the radio and shit has got ridiculous
[Verse 3: Murs]
If you know the government don’t care
Might just leave a body on your front lawn
Back up off the minerals
So don’t ask
[Verse 2: Bernz]
And can I get a hell yea?
I don’t give a fuck if they say we wrong
Bitch we on the clock and this is all official business
You got a problem, them Strange rhymers out on your block
Had the crowd raising eyebrows like The Rock does
Ya already know what it is
But you’re feeling like a fucking millionaire
[Hook: Murs]
I don’t give a fuck who it is
You see the haters get the genitals
And your granny too, ’cause we would never touch your nana, bitch

But you’re feeling like a fucking millionaire
If you know the government don’t care
He’on’t want (he’ont want it)
And keep your hands in the air
[Intro: Wrekonize]
Still pull the thickest chick in the sickest denim
Blood, Cuhs, it’s all in the same gang
And can I get a hell yea?
Rolling with the general and high off that medical
And he said "No"
If you got on $5 underwear
Might just leave a body on your front lawn
Do It Big, Keep It Strange, don’t care
Hip hop to the death, two-stepping in every zip code

Cuz we bout to take the crown this year
Walk up in the party with our guns drawn
You better keep your hands up when they play this song

And we said "Fuck yo mama"
Just brothers in different colors, we need to change things
To give, if I did, shit, you was out of luck
If they try to put a case on this, we gon’ beat it (we gon’ beat it)

I’m the bad member but still make the song good
Keep your eyes on the prize, don’t share
Snotty white waitress said sorry, I’m so blunt
[Hook: Murs]
But you’re feeling like a fucking millionaire
Good enough they had to sign me, better ask Trav
[Verse 1: Wrekonize]
Pull up in the lot without my [??]
And keep your hands in the air
You know what we on, we tryna make the fucking hit list
Cuz we bout to take the crown this year

And keep your hands in the air
Walk up in the party with our guns drawn
Second batter up, I never had a fuck
Hearing people scream and shout ("OH MY GOD HE’S GOT A GUN!!")
You wake up to find no cereal inside of your box
Keep your eyes on the prize, don’t share

So good morning, get it in like it’s 30 below
The Cyclops, X-Men, for you dumber kids
And this is Strange gang, talking ’bout my chain again
Anybody can get (anybody, absolutely)
Mine’s fine, I got it shined by my Asian friend
I don’t give a fuck if they say we wrong
Walk up in the party with our guns drawn
Interrupted a groovy movie, so we said fuck it left it and ate at Ruby Tuesday’s
Manager say we gotta leave
[Hook: Murs]
[Verse 4: Tech N9ne]
One of the homies singing YG’s "Fuck Donald Trump"
At the swap meet in the wrong hood
I’m fucking with these strong genetics like I’m in the lab
Rolling all around the world and still rocking a flip phone
If you got on $5 underwear
Do It Big, Keep It Strange, don’t care
Got me in the mood to cause some motherfucking mischief
If you know the government don’t care
Might just leave a body on your front lawn
‘Cause they run their mouth, they throwing this tongue about like having some candy clout (It’s negros, we better run)
And she said "Fuck Obama"
And can I get a hell yea?
Pick another fight before the kick us out the exit
I’m laser focused with mine like Scott Summers is
He’on’t need it (he’on’t need it)
I don’t give a fuck if they say we wrong
I read them funny books, they got the pictures in them
If you got on $5 underwear
Keep your eyes on the prize, don’t share
So I got somebody shot off the bar quick, lifted it up and said "Here’s to you sucking my dick"
is here to come and dirty your soul Another ¡MURSDAY!

Tech N9ne – Fish In A Pita (feat. Krizz Kaliko) (Dominion Deluxe Version Album)

Don’t need her, don’t need ya, won’t eat ya
Between her legs, the wings are spread
Can’t believe she let fish in the pita fumigate the room, ugh
[Outro: Krizz Kaliko]
I know you women thinkin’ this awful
[Hook: Krizz kaliko]
Alright then (alright)
Don’t need her, don’t need ya, won’t eat ya

[Verse 2: Tech N9ne]
Movin’ toward her with that heat
And get goin’ right now
If that’s between you we’re not eating it’s not freaky
Got me fired up
She wrote back cool, whenever
She pulled up in car at the crib

Fish in a pita
Went to school together, how ’bout some food endeavors
Get up (get up)
[Verse 1: Tech N9ne]
Some women need just to stop treating their twats cheaply
Hopped in the car wit’ her to a kissin’ display
Ain’t feelin’ right, feelin’ wrong right now, hold up
I wrote it smooth in a letter
I wanted the kitty space

Ain’t feelin’ right, feelin’ wrong right now, hold up
Can’t remember what city, state
Later for eatin’ now I’m on a mission to spray, okay
They told my hissin’ homies
Get up (get up)
Fish in a pita
Got me fired up
And get goin’ right now
Fellas I don’t know if anybody eva’ taught you (fish in the pita)
Fish in a pita
[Hook: Krizz kaliko]
Dissin’ on me, ya’ll trippin’, nigga this a pony
But I got sniffin’ her skeeter
She ain’t a bring home
And you smell that fish in the pita
This was way before the Nina was a star and I lived
Hopped in the backseat
I’m yearnin’ for that cat meat
Through her clothes
Jesus
I ain’t trippin’, I’m slidin’, wait a minute
Big chick, pretty face
Till her ass need a aspirin (hol’ up)
Alright then (alright)
Bitch, kissin’ on me, chick is only
Hey man, what’s happinin’?
Alright then (alright)
Might wanna keep that tied up
I quit because she had the fish in the pita, ugh
Ain’t feelin’ right, feelin’ wrong right now, hold up
Might wanna keep that tied up
Finna be smashin’ my pretty fat friend
It seems strong to be comin’ through her garments
So stop mistreating you’re not feeding me hot meaty
I ain’t trippin’, I’m slidin’, wait a minute
[Hook: Krizz kaliko]
If she sit on your lap and she got jeans on

So this is the day
[Spoken]
Definitely mean the stream wrong
Tight jean shorts, no panties, and her booty was uncanny
Get up (get up)
I’m wishin’ to beat her
Might wanna keep that tied up
Don’t need her, don’t need ya, won’t eat ya
They laughin’ while I’m dashin’ to the back
But I did this dizzy date on the bus after my show with a bigly shaped
I ain’t trippin’, I’m slidin’, wait a minute
I assume she hate to groom, funk illuminates the womb
But you know who you are and you’re livin’ unlawful (if you’re stinkin’)
Okay I wanted to find out how them huge titties taste
So why would you want that fishy cream on your ding dong
At my Granny’s, the girl that stepped out the car she was a whammy
I ain’t trippin’, I’m slidin’, wait a minute

Alright then (alright)
And get goin’ right now
Got me fired up
Strippin’ down, my dick is now (swole up)
[Verse 3: Tech N9ne]

It’s hard as hell to clean it up off you
Fish in a pita leaking to ziti, or tzatziki, ugh
Smells a fish and now my stick outta commission how (tore up)

Tech N9ne – Mo’ Ammo (feat. Murs & Rittz) (Dominion Deluxe Version Album)

Put your ear to the speaker, get you high

The Dough made you notice DIBKIS (I gotta stop)
I fucked her throat and filmed it, now that’s what I call a gag reel
Put your ear to the speaker, get you high
We got guns, dope, clips for mo’ ammo
Or like I’m Yeezy, selling Yeezys, I’ll be Goddamned
And she mean business, she says she love to ride it all night
Don’t this music feel like you can fly?
Bogus bitches you Ho’s fictitious and Low wit glitches
No, what the fuck is that?
I’m in the booth whippin’ merch like I’m in the kitchen
I mean the internet, I mean that fucking app
Got her hooked like I was deep sea fishing

Again and again we win, while all you do is catch L’s
Cause I been drinkin like a camel, (yeah?)
Guns, dope, clips for mo’ ammo
I like to think that I’m top five like Jada does
A million views, we lookin’ good, but no dough
Guns, dope, clips for mo’ ammo
Put your ear to the speaker, get you high
[Hook: Murs]
These roguish wishes is so ridiculous
We got guns, dope, clips for mo’ ammo
Growed with killas who rolled with Milla’s
[Verse 2: Rittz]
She open wide and sat still
[Hook: Murs]

You play and talk to me, you sweet as lemonade or punch
Military sack strapped with some Roman candles
You gotta buy these VIP tickets, understand?
Put your ear to the speaker, get you high
Tried to play me like a piano, (yeah?)
We fucked and now it turned into a weekly visit
Go back on my double time shit and I bet you I spazz out
Put your ear to the speaker, get you high
I’m like Jeezy, selling tickets like it’s fucking snow
Some soulless niggas who go get liquor then blow spliffs wit ya
Now I’m about to go Rambo packin’ mo’ ammo nigga!
Don’t this music feel like you can fly?
Flows is gifted I get throwed get twisted then bro gets wicked when I spit I’m bout to kill em and a soul is lifted (That nigga hot)
Rhyming like a quarter key inside the door panel
I mean a stream is just a dream unless you’re front row
I’m ’bout to light it up like it’s Independence Day
[Verse 1: Murs]
I do it underground, that’s the independent way
trippin! Image really need refinement let a nigga help recreate yo flow, and I’m gon’ design it to make mo’ dough shake mo Ho’s hey bro bro, this that N9ne shit! (why?)
Rhyming like a quarter key inside the door panel
We got guns, dope, clips for mo’ ammo
I met her at a show (oh)
Speeding past these rappers like they traffic cops with radar guns
Strange Music going stupid, it’s your new addiction
Rhyming like a quarter key inside the door panel
Revolvers on as fuck if you a boxer or a black belt
Should’ve packed, yeah
I got a dinner date, I’m ten minutes late
Rhyming like a quarter key inside the door panel
Don’t this music feel like you can fly?
Put your ear to the speaker, get you high
And counting so much money that my fingertips got paperc uts
Can’t you say that captain saved a slut, I met your lady once
My rap assignment give the industry an alignment rapper’s ain’t goin straight no mo’
[Verse 3: Tech N9ne]
Guns, dope, clips for mo’ ammo
Rhyming like a quarter key inside the door panel
[Hook: Murs]

My father ain’t a farmer but his son became a cash cow
Don’t this music feel like you can fly?
I seen the sunlight, woke up and play some Maxwell
Don’t this music feel like you can fly?
I’m in my bass pro camo, lookin’ like a Rambo
Look, if you ain’t gave me my props yet, you late as fuck

With this chick that I met up on the internate
Don’t this music feel like you can fly?
I really get head and she got suction like a Dyson Upright
Popo suspicious we sold tricks fixes to hold big riches
I mean a meth head, I met her in the fucking trap (huh?)
Rhyming like a quarter key inside the door panel

Tech N9ne – Lowdown (feat. Darrein Safron & Ubiquitous) (Dominion Deluxe Version Album)

It’s not that I won’t, that I can’t stop
Yeah
[Hook: Darrein Saffron]
Oh
Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah
[Verse 3: Ubiquitous]
I’m building my way into real estate
Keep my brain locked on the game
But really they were sleeping and unaware of what it became
Bussin, spreading your city name like Chiddy Bang
They wanna see me falling like the rain drops
Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah
Women not having had extended like a sombrero
Sleep on me, I’ll slip in your pillowcase
Oh
Oh
Yeah they wanna keep us low down
Cause if anybody profound go head and give me thanks
Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah
Spreading round making little ones
What will it take
With bloodthirsty killers inside
Oh
[Pre-Hook: Darrein Safron]
Oh, never do lie, never do lie
Put the pad away when the paint stop
[Hook: Darrein Saffron]
Cause we coming from the ghetto
If they both knew I chose a side
For my nigga Scoob, riding with the whoopty whop
Cause they don’t care if you slang rocks
Yeah I chose a side but I flow now
Oh
I never do lie
Yeah they wanna keep us low down
Stepdaddy would have killed me (Islam)
Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah
So you better stand yo ground
While you Philly steaks children get really baked
And mamma’s on the ground cause they killed her son, grieving
Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah
I put this on my soul to see your face light up

[Pre-hook: Darrein Safron]
And they bring us down to they level (demons)
Flame scatter brain splatter look like Jamba Juice

That would put me off up in a ride
Yeah
Oh
Yeah they wanna keep us low down

Found nobody to put on the news
And we all intelligent but this shit is irrelevant
Where you can die over jealousy or dinero
Mama would have killed me (Christ)
[Pre-Hook: Darrein Safron]
Oh
Yeah they wanna keep us low down
Oh

And they taking fifty rounds from a rebel
Get them people out the way
Anytime they feel like me, break out them chains
[Verse 1: Darrein Safron]
Silver gorilla, mister vanilla face kill the brake
Yeah they wanna keep us low down
Yeah
Yeah they wanna keep us low down
Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah
Yeah, we gon’ run far outside in time
Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah
That’s the sound of the Devil’s (semen)
Oh
Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah
Yeah they wanna keep us low down

Oh
Yeah they wanna keep us low down
When they rob a real one for the hell of it
Anywhere you go now
Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah
Yeah we gonna shoot
And give us as little pay as possible any given day
To try to shoot the block then when the Uzi flocks
Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah
[Hook: Darrein Safron]
Oh

All on the same block

Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah
I’m here to facilitate a setting to celebrate over Dilla J
Oh
For a lot of gravy got saved we
Even if you’re in Adelaide or in Bangkok
They want us low down, dirty and shitty shame
Cause they don’t wanna see you climbing
KC we never hesitating to let the metal go
It don’t matter Nina, it can still be a showdown
Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah
Yeah they wanna keep us low down
Yeah they wanna keep us low down
They want to mitigate the buzz that we generate
Yeah they wanna keep us low down
[Verse 2: Tech N9ne]
Yeah they wanna keep us low down
A beat drop and you feel the bass, exhilarating
And this nigga named Crazy one day robbed my homie with his babies
They wanna keep you low down
[Intro: Darrein Safron]

Tech N9ne – Morning Till The Nightfall (feat. Rittz, Tech N9Ne, Krizz Kaliko & Wrekonize) (Dominion Deluxe Version Album)

People said I’d never make it, I should let it go
From the mornin’-
[Verse 3: Wrekonize]
No Am I broke?
Even if I’m broke you could still feel rich
I was holdin’ my convulsion knowin’ I was next to blow
You be thinkin’ that I made it over night, you may wanna check in on the right call
People said I’d never make it, I should let it go
Back then it was carnival, with a couple bars you could top it all
From the mornin’ to the nightfall
Doing him a favor when I’m rockin’ out later
Strapped, lookin’ like Michael Jackson walkin’
I like to drink my whiskey in a tall glass with a short straw
I boat costa from Costa Rica
From the mornin’ to the nightfall(aw, yeah)
They pay me but they short ya’ll (Okay)
Then get the pot and go Doe Doe quick
[Hook: Rittz]
Our names are all in they dentals (All ya’ll ballin’ now, huh?)
I’m in Aruba with the coolest scuba gear (you mean scuba gear?)
[Verse 1: Rittz]
I was holdin’ my convulsion knowin’ I was next to blow
My gat too big to let my belt show
Hundred dollar bills, and the millions, brilliance
[Hook: Rittz]
Don’t be mad at me because you let yourself go
Mornin’ to the nightfall
Yeah homie, dive in, I be in the penthouse in Sydney
I mean I’m in a band, I don’t mean like Backstreet

Been away from home for so goddamn long but nobody ever tell me that my hyped called
Our names on the oval blimpin’
[Intro: Rittz]
Better get the holes open, it’s supposed to freak ya
I’m higher than a fly ball shinin’ like a light bulb
But I never took a break and I never changed pace

Gotta show Brazilians (Rittz keep it real, pimp)
Everybody, every day, and we be fresh from head to toe
I went from strugglin’ every day to gettin’ dough
Rojo, when I chose to be a, never lovin’ no hoes, never goin’ there
Waitin’ for moments like this since way back when I was just a youth
People said I’d never make it, I should let it go
Alligator on my shoes and boots
[Verse 2: Krizz Kaliko & (Tech N9ne)]

But these chicks think I’m rich, they be screamin’ Rittz when I’m on stage, let me get a Chip and Dale show
Mornin’ to the nightfall
Everybody, every day, and we be fresh from head to toe
Can I get the paper by the boatload?
Everybody, every day, and we be fresh from head to toe
Chillin’ on the balcony, grillin’ out
None of it is oversight, if you don’t believe me you just wait until the nightfall
This is the path I’ve been bustin’ my ass to keep on and get loose (word)
They ain’t ‘sposed to see ya, they ‘sposed to be ya
From the mornin’ to the nightfall (aw, yeah)
They call Rittz while we both go pimpin’
(I see you bro)
I get O’s from the Pogo stick (They think they all so slick)
A chariot on my penis (Whatchu mean by that?)
I went from strugglin’ every day to gettin’ dough
Got real dough, 18 karats on my deed, I see my future clear
And it’s so simple, they bow to us both like temples
But it’s a no no, don’t take that picture like a photo
Call me Young Johnny, call me Lil’ Rittz
But we don’t pay no rent and all I know is I went
Ceilings can be broke through, old school
Gold tooth, shinin’ when I’m smiling you can get a little glimpse
My degree in high school came a couple clicks late
[Hook: Rittz]
See me workin’, I’ve been waitin’ on the high call

Yeah, let’s go

But I’ma shoto, can get everything, I rock a Manolo
I’m higher than a fly ball shinin’ like a light bulb
I’m higher than a fly ball shinin’ like a light bulb
Mornin’ to the nightfall

I went from strugglin’ every day to gettin’ dough
(‘Cause you a pimp?) Well I think I is
Even when you feel pinned to the ground
From mornin’ to the nightfall
No more Applebees, eatin’ Wafflehouse, or Denny’s (what you even havin’ for dinner?)
Fly Giuseppes, got brimstones on my Velcro
And walk off with a life size Barbie doll, I’m like damn
We ain’t rockin’ no shell toes
(But you got a gold belt on?) Hell no
(You mean you rich?) Well not exactly
From mornin’ to the nightfall
Spit shine on the track call me Armor All
Been all around the world here’s a souvenir
Lookin’ back I never thought I would be livin’ this great
I feel so good
I get drunk and I think I is
From the mornin’ to the nightfall (aw, yeah)
From the mornin’ to the nightfall
And new suit mean new recruits, ya dig?
From mornin’ to the nightfall
I mean we juice it like a bunch a Russian athletes
All full of acne at a fuckin’ track meet
No, I’m so 2017 (right)
I was holdin’ my convulsion knowin’ I was next to blow