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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 t

Outdone By Tech N9ne Search maps, when I started to bust raps 1985 that’s when I first snapped Decades before they birthed apps I was given n----- what did we call it back then, Dirt naps But nowadays they still singin our phrase Know how to raise a lotta Hell up or else your crowd will fade Devour naysayers hatin tryna get our clout ablaze My route will stay electro-lit and Kali’s my poweraid And together we get paid in full (that’s right) For the cheddar we big raging bulls I’ll get hatin, cruel Meddlin with pay and jewels Enemy sits laid in pool Hit em with quick blazin tool (chyeah) He said he wasn’t a fan of us Comin at me with a camera See me become a stammerer Cuz I am the one with the stamina I got the fully, I’m bout to be bully From KCMO in to Canada You are the work of a janitor And I’m really coming to damage ya Nobody want to be showed up They send me one verse then they hold up I send them my verse, then they go buss Another verse after mine i

Yeah No! By Tech N9ne Yeah! No! Yeah! No! This God energy, y’all ain’t ready ‘Cause I ain’t hanging out, n---- I’m reclusive now, what! The gun drops in a one If you bums cross then you done Don’t get red rum caught in your lungs It’s electric when the Tech is finna get plum lost in the drum Let’s go! We gotcha, he want it wit’ we ’cause we don’t see nada Gotta be solitary or prolly wit’ me partnas in a B chakra Flea’s off ya gotta bleed Mothra, please Papa I’ma need vodka wit the weed to stop ta lay D, Gaga Ball pit, slit, b----, split slide, you can dip wit’ them guys That wanna hit the spliff from inside my f-----’ circle I don’t wanna hurt you, the N9na’s a virtue We gotta take care of him And if you think you’re gonna harass him You cannot reach me and all of my seraphim Ninefold, so n---- I been chose, I get in souls Make ’em implode wit’ a beat like I’m on and my grim flows When I’m done, say goodbye to the gun, everyone I gotta go You wanna hang out wi

Dr. Sebagh By Tech N9ne Lemme take a drink of water, be in real quick, hold up I got a bone to pick How can you sit up and say I’m repetitive with every song I spit? Lemme yell on you, b----, leggo Looked in the mirror like, “Dwamn” I ain’t gotta use a filter on the ‘Gram, ain’t no glam And my new hits straight slam They still tryna hate on who I am They think I’m seein’ Dr. Sebagh, Dr. Sebagh They think I’m seein’ Dr. Sebagh, seein’ Dr. Sebagh Anti-aging fans be praising jams we making Tell ’em I got a variety (Yeah) But then again, I never needed f-----’ notoriety From a simple a-- dude in society Said I’m losing it, why would you lie to me When you really admire me? With the rhythm inside of me fiery, I agree Now put that in your diary, Tecca N9ne’ll got ya group decayin’ (Amputations) Dealin’ with choppin’, I’m poppin’ you through delayin’ (Cancellations) Put me inside a clinic where the youth are layin’ (Cancer patients) I play ’em my music and here come

Question Mark This! By Tech N9ne S--- was all good just a week ago Fiddled with that middle the best Then you reject, give a little respect, like Aretha, yo Damn Gotta stop it, I’ma drop it if you pop it outta pocket like a pita, though I need a ho that gon’ let the cheeba grow then receive a blow Instead of pushing me in a Living Single Latifah show Hear me out, though Should be normal and thinkin’, severely out your noodle and really groucho Your silly mouth go illy on the milly until we shout so join me it ’til it kill me and should be outro PMS-ing me nothing but a demon recipe I’m seeing that could be being a threat to me fleeing effectively You don’t get to be effing me when you wrecking me Guess when y’all confess and regress it ’cause we in a mess debris About to issue a check for you to follow connect to who you swallow wit’ excommunicado Into the water, regret, you do the lotto when Tech, ’cause boo, ya hollow when X you blew in sorrow I ain’t tryna paint a

Snake And The Batman / Story Time (Skit) By Tech N9ne The Snake and the Batman Let’s go Snake and the bat, the haven that awakened you cap From takin’ a nap, shapin’ a nation, hopin’ they can adapt To placin’ the strap at Satan, a blatant attack Hating’s domination waitin’ to be shaken, facin’ Yates in the trap Droppin’ the faction that’s lackin’ African passion When rapping crap is in action but the black assassin is happenin’ Laughin’ ’cause I make ’em all a has-been When I’m mashin’, everybody that I’m passin’ Is gaspin’ ’cause I’m elevation, Aspen Get it brackin’ in a Tecca Nina fashion Super wordy If you can serve me like a booth for thirty But I’m Ruger, squirty Language and this loofah dirty I don’t see another artist on a n---- level When I get to go to get it started, I’ma hit the pedal Anybody wanna be departed, come and get the rebel That’ll really be retarded like you’re f-----’ with the devil But you’re not though, it’s Picasso with a afro You the c

Feel So Sad! By Tech N9ne Real, real, real stories Aaron is so cute, that’s what they used to say to me 9th grade, young female teachers almost every day to me That’s when I wore the high top fade and curly frees with bravery ‘Cause the gangstas say it ain’t the way to be But all of the women hella thought it was savory (mhmm) In my Guess fit, popular, you guessed it Hip-Hop dance and rapper, in a talent shows, I blessed it Hardly rode the bus home ’cause I stayed after displayed laughter with the greyed passer I’m a lay master and everybody know that I’m a bae catcher Walking home on cloud nine, a hundred percent man about mine Then I crossed the way, there was a grown man stopped at a red light hella on shout time, he said “hey!” When I looked I was thinking that I hope this person ain’t pistol happy Then right before he drove off, the man blew a kiss my way and then he whistled at me, I’m like, “mother-” Then he sped off, I was thinking man I wanna tear his head off

Phonk (Leave It On The Flo! Pt. 2) By Tech N9ne Bet that we gon’ leave it on the flo Leave it, leave it on the flo M------------ better know This thang is ’bout to blow I’m a real deal, you’s a hoe That’s fo’ sho’, I’ma leave it on the flo (leave it) Who’s this opp tryna lose his thoughts? Not Alzheimer’s but y’all mind us when the tool gets popped And all kinda dudes get dropped when they choose this plot You just watch what I heard when the music stopped [Merkules:] Got this fully automatic causing static Everybody just get on the floor Anything goes, no foolery Give us your jewelry, wallets, and give us the dough This ain’t a hoe, I’m ready for war I’ma settle the score and then spliff through the door All of these women are tripping I think they been sniffing up coke, bring me the blow I’ma need all y’all phones out now You can set ’em all down right in front of you For my accomplice, if y’all pop s--- Then you getting hit up with a slug or two Bullets’ll

Angel Baby By Tech N9ne I was young when she told me I was divine, yes Not even nine yet (Tech N9ne) Ran away then got into a life of crime next, pyrex Made it through the Close calls, even I evaded shooters So if anything go crazy Everything works for the angel, baby My first and for sure brush With death was on the school bus, danger almost made my stool gush Because the substitute driver caused the truck to cruise by us Would’ve been crushed in dude’s tires ’cause this fool’s nuts Sun shining, ’bout to have a more dark day Told ’em drop me off on 63rd and Swope Parkway That ain’t my regular stop, but I can leg it for blocks To my grandmother’s “Will do” the old f----’ say And what’s a little strange He didn’t pull to the curb but he attempted to let me off in the middle lane And the bus stairway extended my right leg Then a truck flew by If I woulda stepped sooner then I’d be quite dead Walked right out that fire While death was knocking at my door Angel b

On The Outside By Tech N9ne It really used to bother me Why award shows never calling me Was not enough to hold the T down ‘Cause I’m constantly chopping broccoli They don’t owe me no apology I’m balling getting nightly neurology Even though I got the lottery now Ain’t no thought of me, I do not agree Staring at platinum and gold plaques “Fragile”, “Hood Go Crazy”, “Caribou Lou”, gold stacked ‘Cause ain’t nobody ever said that Tecca N9na flow wack And that’s the reason for babies’ mamas, no cap I read somewhere I had the most Top 10’s on the Billboard rap charts When you kill more, stacks start I’m a mill grower at heart And I led my people to the bread I teach you I’m a real lord, that part I got the ill for a fact, art But wait a minute If you look up T9 history, yo the data’s in it In the gang we Strange and the gain big things because we play to win it But to some, my s--- seems invisible is the only way to spin it Kinda like some ‘op wanna play me out like

Smell Good By Tech N9ne (Oooh) (Yeah) (So good) Hey, you love the way that I groove it My rhythm makin you move it You lovin what I say So hot I need a wet face towel Yates style Kill em all up now I got too many case files Lock them B’s somebody Rakim’d me That mean Imma top MC Tryna be the best the only way to buss While so many made a fuss At the same time When they meet N9ne they don’t wanna speak rhyme You wanna know the first thing they say to us (They say) You smellin so good I’m so glad I walked by ya way (Damn you smell good) (They say) You smellin so good What do you call that I gotta have some I like that fresh fresh I smell like less stress If her nose get a whiff of the Tech neck or Tech’s chest No talking bout special FX she want s-- next Cause I’m in this splendid she wanna be blended like Tex Mex (Uh) So to hell wit the sales Havin mail is to fail, when it comes off of my lapel Leavin trails when I bail, now yo gals in a spell When I w

Stoli Doli By Tech N9ne Confide sometimes You gotta just unwind Boss mode, everything that cost grows Still when the guap flow, girl, you gotta take off loads Bingo, when it’s cinco, the clocks show, shots go Sucio, never no pukin’ when I get to shootin’ like crossbows But before hella shots get thrown back Probably get on snacks, then maybe some Cognac Nah, the Henny tries to run through many thighs Of any size, so maybe Macallan 25? Hard to make my mind up Need a film quick to unwind us In a place where hate won’t find us Really ease Tech N9ne, girl What a glass of good red wine does What a really hard day behind us All the bartenders, they know me, know me (Yeah) They know what to give me when I’m movin’ really rollie-pollie (Yeah) Forgot at first then remembered what JL and Joey told me Holy moly, slowly pour me (Stoli Doli) Do you need me to take off the top? Make sure you’re good when you’re not (Yeah, yeah) Do you need me to give it all to you? Thirst

For Ya Love By Tech N9ne (Strange Music special collection) (K.C. fixtures) [Marley Young:] Four a.m. to eight a.m, I been drinkin’, poppin’ Goin’ in, keepin’ ya love, goin’ crazy for ya Cigarettes, I’m out of blunts, I won’t keep the party jumpin’ for ya Just for ya love (For ya love) Four a.m. to eight a.m., one a.m Drinkin’ shots to two a.m, three a.m Smokin’ more, you wanted more all until the party’s over She’s out the door, yeah, yeah It’s for your love, it’s for your love, it’s for your love It’s for your love, it’s for your love, it’s for your love Yeah, I was gon’ split the best part of my pain wit’ you Had I knew you was a b----, I’d let the gang hit you [Tech N9ne:] You thought you had a keeper Head dock when you puffin’ on sativa Never thought I’d be a reason to leave her, ya diva Got the keys for ya love and ya leisure It’s lots of partyin’, can’t nobody stop the car she in Got the star, nobody tops your gnarly friend You bought bars, then it’s p

B.I.B. By Tech N9ne How much of the trauma did mama get, ayy? Way up to the highest level that drama gets, ayy To the pain of my mother’s heartache was on a display Y’all don’t want a sick day to my mama’s dismay, ayy Thinking of all of it I never wanted a part of it Remember I wanted to let go When smoking, I managed to get low It coulda been worse like when I was talking to homies When the cellular phone up on death row When I never had to serve a stretch so I can still say “but I’m blessed though” But why did I have to hear mama getting beat In third grade, so I couldn’t really give him missing teeth But I knew from grandma that what you sow you’re gonna freaking reap So he robbed a bank and got about 30 years in the pen’ for the mission, peace Blessed to get away But stressed to this day When checks hit a nay No money, depressed and it’s grey But the family didn’t stutter to pull her and the kid inside their homes Sometimes it was butter and sugar sandwiches

Saw Somethin’ By Tech N9ne I spent so many years searching for ghosts For proof of the spiritual realm I searched all the way up ’til lupus took my mom Then I stopped But I wish I saw somethin’ Losin’ religion, waitin’ for somethin’ to come Spent so much time haunting ghosts, I turned into one Where will I go from here? It seems like the coast is clear, but I Wish I would’ve saw somethin’ (Somethin’) Almost thought that I did (I did) I wish I would’ve saw somethin’ (Somethin’) ‘Cause I was tryin’ (Tryin’) But the more that I searched, the more that they hid Like they never wanted to be discovered again I wish I would’ve {Really saw somethin’ when lookin’, but I never did} I wish I would’ve {Knew that the spirit is close when I prayed as a kid, but it hid} I’m talkin’ ’bout abandoned asylums in the nighttime I was just demandin’ to sight ’em when the light shined On the camera, Canon, the item, never caught no phantom, just hide ’em Man, I thought it’d be gran

Look What I Did By Tech N9ne Strugglin’ and I didn’t really have nothing Then I started mad bussin’ Now the money machine got hella cash gushin’ I come from roaches, hardly no chips Grant me your hocus pocus revelations and giant locusts Oh s---, we was hopeless, folks just on the broke list Roach get loaded and served the bogus with the fo’ fifth My G, I ain’t always been super icy Stealing food in high V slyly I see Nike’s, I don’t do the right thing with Spike Lee But I could not buy when the size be pricy, why me? Then my earth sounded, first round I put the work down and many mercs counted Thirst found and in a cursed town And with a turf crown, I eat a surf sandwich Turn the page and I’m rocking shows ‘Round the flock of hoes and my partner rose Out the top of Hip-Hop with a lot of dough And I got the soul like I’m Pop of those (lock and load) Forgot how many time they tell me I’m Forbes We sell, we encore, and way back in the day I was like help me, I’m p