Tech N9ne – Suckseed (Intro 2) Lyrics

Suckseed (Intro 2) By Tech N9ne

I just can’t fail
I figured hell why not
Be what I’m supposed to be
And then if you can’t tell when you listen closely
They s---
I mean they just s--- seed

(I love it)
Glasses and a---- up
(I love it)
We get the bad for what
Look at me, look at me
(What the f---)
Look at me, look at me
N---- I’m rich forever (okay!)
You get to s--- seed

You can s--- it, I make ’em puke buckets
Producin’ ruckus, who can touch it
He fake and losin’, duckin’ from stupid up
But identical I would never be pinnacle, I’m ahead of ye
Never begin a flow and minimal I incredibly rock that!
Sit your a-- down!
Away from the massacre, they gonna laugh at ya
Come with the fuckery, A. Yates gonna blast at the
Naysayers yappin’ the cake, comin’ after ya
I’m in a battle with enemies and imma kick up the energy
With the divinity, nobody malicious can limit me
I locked rap back in the day, the city where chops at
Shocked that some of ’em saying I ain’t the top cat, stop that!
With your wack sound!
They know if they trippin’, I’ma come with enough Bs
To hit ’em with the stingers, they do nothin’ but just bleed
But for now I’ma just stunt on them and tell ’em to s--- seed!

Oh tell me how to fail
When you look at all I’ve got
And what’s in front of me
And then if you can’t tell when you’re looking at me
I buss for fun while they s--- seed

(I love it)
Glasses and a---- up
(I love it)
We get the bad for what
Look at me, look at me
(What the f---)
Look at me, look at me
N---- I’m rich forever (okay!)
You get to s--- seed

Like Monica with a stain on her blouse
My c--- got a moniker
B------ keep my name in their mouth
I’m a thermometer
You can’t monitor with [?]
Just lay on the couch and she s--- it like it’s tinging the pouch
I’ma get to bussin like a AA12 do
Having fun with the bullet, get it I’m playing around
You ain’t save us, I’ll knock all bodies and then signal the sound
It goes up even when I piss, I don’t aim at the ground
N----- be thinking about it but could never buss how the Kings
Steady be rappin’ to be cappin’ just like the gun partner thing
N----- don’t want smoke
I do like when you run out of trees
Takin’ flight on you n---- just like I jumped out a swing
All them suckas by you, they can’t help you
I stage dive with guns, I jump out and squeeze
Have the streets success like it’s a one hour Adidas
Succeed never, but here’s a bag of sunflower seeds little n----

Oh, I don’t know how to fail
I’ve never not been hot
Look what you’ve done to me
And then if you can’t tell when you’re close to me
I’m what you’d be if you didn’t s--- seed