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

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