1.This Ring
Lyricist：Melvin Calhoun, Grant Rice, Aaron Yates
Da da da da da da da
Da da da da da da
Da da da da, come on
Do you take this man to be you lawfully wedded husband
In sickness and in health, for richer or for poorer
For better or for worse, 'til death do you part？ I do
Do you take this woman to be your lawfully wedded wife
In sickness and in health, for richer or for poorer
For better or for worse, 'til death do you part？ I do
From the words of a patriot
I often fear that the sins in my past
Will come back to haunt me
But the consequences are more than I can bare
I feel that shit, this piece right here
Is about what comes with fame
And the struggle to keep family within a family
I give you, this ring
This ring got me a top notch, straight hot fox, we sought rocks
And the Ewok Slot, was caught, got dropped two, playing
hopscotch
On the block, ought not twat plot, yo for hops knot I brought
dots
This ring, helped me remain sane, no dame games, came from bane
To a changed man, no cane thang, refrain from gang bang
Slang a praying brain, reigns family fame, then came pain
Say hello to Tech N9ne, everybody wanna be down with a nigga
Women get a whiff of the money, thinking of taking it from me
They get up in the club, giving the love, throwin' the pussy
Full of liquor and bud, booty hopping around up in the MO
Get to looking around, every ho wanna lick a nigga low
Infatuated, with niggas with dough, get 'em in the sack
And try to make 'em let it go
Tech N9ne, be autographing bitches, in front of rappin' niggas
Who think of having figures, they get to grapping triggas
They can't imagine villians, when they come back and get us
We get to whacking niggas, I ain't never wanted no parts of this
I don't ever wanna break, another heart for this
Why the Devil gotta make it
Why the Lord gotta make something that'll kill
Something so marvelous
This ring, brings demeaning demons in
G-strings, songs we sing, make 'em fiend semen
And green things, clinging, dreaming
Thinking of being Miss Thing with this ring
But if I wasn't Tech N9ne
Bitches wouldn't even wanna be with Tech N9ne
If I did no music, then would you respect mine
This wedding band and music draws a line
Between life and Tech N9ne
This ring was supposed to protect a nigga
Best for niggas, who couldn't stop having sex
With bitches, bless the Mrs
Who stress to kiss us, even though we spend on
Checks with strippers, obsessed with clitorises
This ring made a nigga feel macho
Cry fo, lie fo, die fo, my ho, nigga, I go face, diablo
With a hostile gospel, if I can't have tres or cuatro
Little vatos, I'm a let a lot flow
What the sell, up in Osco, up a nostril
That sound like Tech N9ne, nigga, where the weed
Where the muthafucking, blow and the hoes, yes, yes
Next to me, is ecstasy, asking me if I wanna roll, yes, yes
Bitches never gave a fuck about a fling
Make's it exciting, when a married nigga, wanna fuck around
And a bitch know he down for a fling, yes, yes
I've been tested and alot of times
Been invested didn't know this Tech shit
Would constantly, get a nigga molested
Been aproached by some of the best tricks
In the game and they came strong
But I hanged on to this ring
And I hope my son don't sing the same song
This ring, brings demeaning demons in
G-strings, songs we sing, make 'em fiend semen
And green things, clinging, dreaming
Thinking of being Miss Thing with this ring
But if I wasn't Tech N9ne
Bitches wouldn't even wanna be with Tech N9ne
If I did no music, then would you respect mine
This wedding band and music draws a line
Between life and Tech N9ne
Quincy J told me, super stars are good providers
But 2 times outta 10, when we on tour
Family's not besides us, what can a nigga do
When he make ends, add more to the time they spend
While he make ends, everything else breaking
And the bond at the house may end
And your wifey steadily yellin' bout quality time
And you think with all the fame and fortune shit outta be fine
But what happens when, the divorce papers just gotta be signed
And you lose half and your children, 'cuz you gotta be N9ne
I wanna relax wit 'em and spend time to the maximum
But if silence is golden then me making noise is platinum
I gotta be Tech and Daddy and Hubby
But music, women mixed with family's ugly
I know and you know, that hell will be
Hot for a nigga's infidelity
But until then God forgive me for any, promises that I broke
family
Can I be forgiven for all the, liquor and weed that I smoked
When I succeed, will I cope？ Will I still breathe without both？
This ring Tech N9ne, I dunno, but when I go, I'm leavin' out
dope
This ring, brings demeaning demons in
G-strings, songs we sing, make 'em fiend semen
And green things, clinging, dreaming
Thinking of being Miss Thing with this ring
But if I wasn't Tech N9ne
Bitches wouldn't even wanna be with Tech N9ne
If I did no music, then would you respect mine
This wedding band and music draws a line
Between life and Tech N9ne
This ring, Tech N9ne, this ring, Tech N9ne
This ring, Tech N9ne, this ring, Tech N9ne
This Tech, this Tech, this Tech, this Tech ring
Tech N9ne
2.Table And Chest Stress
I'm here to give you my table and chess stress＊
Life is so full of fear like an A-I-D-S test
When you're covered in wet sex,
With no glove you just vexed
'Cause life is so less blessed
Feel like death is the best bet
I'm here to give you my table and chest stress
Life is so full of fear like an A-I-D-S test
When you're covered in wet sex,
With no glove you're just vexed
'Cause life is so less blessed
Feel like death is the best bet
I mean, ain't no way up out of this dream
Nowhere to skip a scene not with all them demons stuck on the
screen
So many unrest I bring serene living within means green
But things seem bleak
I'm beesteemed for the kings team
Major corporations firin' I feel obligated to hire 'em
Higher desired I'm wired my empire is tiresome
But if she fly I'll invite her to my asylum
Alumni find relaxation off in a bonsai
This bad season got me in my past sneezin'
Seeing the motherfucka singin taking a nina away but I guess
they had reasons
'Till I had freakin ash leakin' nap seepin' Crash deacon
Givin' a sermon off my sick and twisted class teachin
You see now this ain't no fuckin freestyle
My people startin' to eat now with the Angela Yee gal and
Phillip chow
Niggas is ready to freak out
Yea I got a little money to piece out
To some but the rest be plottin' on me wanna stick me up like a
decal.
My Hungarian honeys locked up for manslaughter
Now her mother and father can't even hug their damn daughter
Such an insane part of life when life really became harder
Only way they saw me in jail was to visit Dwayne Carter
Then I'm off in Spain sort of lame 'cause no dame saw us
Never did play with the labia
All I ate was paella
Then ex bitches it's all part of the Tech riches
So I get vicious, they know I keep with the best bitches
Then I sex with it
To bend her over the table is less stress
With no bra and her breast on the table her chest pressed
My people fallin' while I continue to jet set
But I got the power to bless
The beat bangin' yea Tech nigga
3.Sex To The Beat
Ay, a nigga came to party, 151 rum Bacardi
Pineapple juice and Malibou, let's get it started
And, oh lawdy, I've seen a big booty, shawty
To the beat sex, I'ma beat that, to the beat sex, I'ma beat that
To the beat sex, I'ma beat that, to the beat sex, I'ma beat that
To the beat sex, I'ma beat that, to the beat sex, I'ma beat that
To the beat sex, I'ma beat that, to the beat sex, I'ma beat that
Knock, knock it out the bottom
I got a rhythm, when the women see on stage
Laer when we sexually engage, this what I give them
Strokes full of energy, beat it like my enemy
Watch a nigga centipede on lemon, Sprite and Hennesy
Pumpin' a thick woman is my thang
Crub in the bitch bump into to my gang
57th street got the leg and D
Tech's immaculate
But when I stab a chick, all the bitches gon' know
Then I pump the magic when the beat balances
When the meat collapses, they go
Hit it hard then it start, dig it till it's split apart
Get when it's with it, clit it, quit it when it's dark
Then wake up in the mornin' straight to be we bonin'
Know we're not kiddin' so I guess, you could say we're groanin'
And you can smell that, steamin' hell cat 'cause I swell that
Long doll play with it like your own toy if you can feel that
Run and tell dat, run and tell dat
Homeboy, home, home, homeboy
To the beat sex, I'ma beat that, to the beat sex, I'ma beat that
To the beat sex, I'ma beat that, to the beat sex, I'ma beat that
To the beat sex, I'ma beat that, to the beat sex, I'ma beat that
To the beat sex, I'ma beat that, to the beat sex, I'ma beat that
Knock, knock it out the bottom
To the beat sex, I'ma beat that, to the beat sex, I'ma beat that
To the beat sex, I'ma beat that, to the beat sex, I'ma beat that
To the beat sex, I'ma beat that, to the beat sex, I'ma beat that
Knock, knock it out the bottom
Yo baby, what you doing, doing？ Yeah, you heard of me
That mister bunk rock hit your funk, spot long dong home
Got a sex jacket for screwlian', toolian' boobies and booties
The cutty coochi king, Kutty-calzone
Once I stuff it then it's a wrap fulla sausage
You assaulted Porky Pig, you from the back
'Cause I'm a beneath, beneath that lady
Till you start tweaking out your sheets
Once you pity then I'm gon' skitty
I'm out screechin' down your streets
To the rhythm of a kick drum
Bitches wantin' to get they clit sprung
Hen and Bacardi get's the dick numb
That was the old me, to all the women who knowed me
Promoted my words to mouth to the noises
Life was like pickin' up on it
Off I was pickin' up different bitches
Nightly more off to stick my dick in em'
I was quite sinister, all you hoes, I rememba you
But now that I'm married, gotta wife I be hittin' up
To the beat sex, I'ma beat that, to the beat sex, I'ma beat that
To the beat sex, I'ma beat that, to the beat sex, I'ma beat that
To the beat sex, I'ma beat that, to the beat sex, I'ma beat that
To the beat sex, I'ma beat that, to the beat sex, I'ma beat that
Knock, knock it out the bottom
To the beat sex, I'ma beat that, to the beat sex, I'ma beat that
To the beat sex, I'ma beat that, to the beat sex, I'ma beat that
To the beat sex, I'ma beat that, to the beat sex, I'm a beat
that
Knock, knock it out the bottom
Okay, we're lookin' them, peanut butter milk shake, thick misses
Throw a dick all up in ya' bitches
Yo' bitch from the middle of the map
Where my nigga, Tecca Nina, better guard your chickens
I do for a little bit of stickin' might even go a little bit of
lickin'
Gotta be bad for that treatment, you tell a soul you might end
up missin'
I've been givin' them heaven in sheets
She's might feel like your pussy be havin' a beast
We'll be givin' that thang for weeks, forgivin' beyond our lease
Gotta pop that P when I'm in that V that makes me know you G
Bang, bang like pops, when I'm the peak I don't stop
If your pussy good when I pull up out
You betta guard your grill or get shot
Ain't no discussion when them dickies drop
I'm goin' and settin' yo' ass up then I get down like a boner
be？
Pistols between the mattresses, goin' off while I'm tappin' it
Rippin' it, smackin' it, hopefully I get sucked up after this
This shit's right here for the hoes with heavy duty booties
Gotta fuck me to the beat whenever you get the chance to screw
me
Na, na
To the beat sex, I'm a beat that, to the beat sex, I'm a beat
that
To the beat sex, I'm a beat that, to the beat sex, I'm a beat
that
To the beat sex, I'm a beat that, to the beat sex, I'm a beat
that
To the beat sex, I'm a beat that, to the beat sex, I'm a beat
that
Knock, knock it out the bottom
To the beat sex, I'm a beat that, to the beat sex, I'm a beat
that
To the beat sex, I'm a beat that, to the beat sex, I'm a beat
that
To the beat sex, I'm a beat that, to the beat sex, I'm a beat
that
Knock, knock it out the bottom
4.Bad Season
Everything was supposed to be all Jesus＊
Come ease us we really need to be free from evil deeds
Plus negros, hide in thee weeds waiting to see us
And we bust then they will bleed trying to seize us
Bad season, I'm ready to trip for that reason
Hire beef then go laugh when your ass vegan
I ask trees when cash is fast, and weed then gonna have cheese
stacks
Then trash bags will have fees then
Yes sir that's why the milli is in thee dresser
For any motha f'er wanna test for Tech will get him wetter
Step into death your ex messing with a keffer
Never let your lover get put in less than a bed with a heffer
The mags breathing, these fags freezing cause cats teased him
And they passed on that evening
I flash B's, and sag my flags revving I blast heathins
If they had me in bad season
These things must mean bad seasons, and they must be for a
reason
These things must mean bad seasons, and they must be for a
reason
Hardly time for no hardey ha no laughter, (Ah, Ha)
Working them hard I can't leave no starving bastard, (Ah, Ha)
Pardon me if you see a star in me it startles me
And I ain't come to party but I'm always what inbottles me
I'm living for the chips for the extra, got too many deaths
And I'm trying to find the way out the selexta (AHHHHH!)
Jokes folks telling me gotta to bless ya
I ain't trying to Busta Rhymes, diffrence is there calling me
besta (AHHHHH!)
My season is devil people receiving me
They party to my words but I don't think the motha fuckas is
beleving me
Half the time I think my eyes are deceiving me
Fat boy that boy o'er there keep there hands in the air
You can do me like a new kid (new kid)
Rocket till it's sputred (sputred)
Articulate to prove it but motha fuckas is stupid (Okay)
Kali baby, and his thing never leaving (Ah, Ha)
Running out of breathe cause I'm breathing the bad season
(Bitch!)
These things must mean bad seasons, and they must be for a
reason
These things must mean bad seasons, and they must be for a
reason
These things must mean bad seasons, and they must be for a
reason
These things must mean bad seasons, and they must be for a
reason
5.Ego Trippin'
Ey by now everybody breath the shit be end of this＊
With us even have a membership lovin me when I begin
To rippin to besome up when I hindet sinista nemesis,
Cause I'm dreamin big I am at the end of what I'm fenna get,
Intrecet finishit with death for the hizzbut I get no benefit,
I am not a demon cause I'm always beemin on some sinista shit,
This how we replenis this menace and glits took manevsshit
On my sindicate this genesis was spittin diminishiiit.
I've took all I can stands, and I can't stands no more,
Who we bust they clap their hands
(Gun blast {2x} clap clap till their hands is sore,
And posibly could u be afraid of me,
Be carefull who u fuckin with, boy don't let your ego trip
I can't stand no more like I was popeye, then I got my spenage
And now the industri drop by, when I rock the spot my pocks to
Be shot highin a dark sky in hops eye, will not die they really
Unscared of me they said that T will not fly and Craided was
deaded
But he could'nt netcle spitt up grock rise, dofta top eye will
not lie,
Bread is my fetish and I really get it that's why I'm a dreaded
hip hop guy
So stop try do not pryor me and we won't have to bring the glock
by nigga hot fry,
Get ma me with a soft side lost wife, because the jammy did a
manlike standin' on pot pie,
And now I keep bitches that'll make this hofby twat I be so
paper that'll make the cops spy,
And now the haters try'na mock my walk to the top die memakin
they not I boss nine.
I've took all I can stands, and I can't stands no more,
Who we bust they clap their hands
Clap clap till their hands is sore,
And possibly could u be afraid of me,
Be careful who u fuckin' with, boy don't let your ego trip
6.Hard Liquor
Hard liquor＊
Me and my people be so drunk we don't drive
We take the trolley 'cause of hard liquor,
We started Waldo to Westport and pee in every martini corner at
the last call
And we all yellin' 'Is there any more？ '
When it ain't we go home for hard liquor,
Make sure that it's mixed, yeah
And twist it with a little bit of lemon juice on ice, on ice, on
ice, yeahhh.
Aye aye they sayin' that I got high blood sugar,
So I can't drink like I wanna drink, drink like I wanna know
I ain't playin 'cause I love liquor
So if I big drink am I gonna drink, jinxed, I don't wanna go,
So I go hard as hell on one night, fun sight
If I'm drunk enough to start a bum fight
Done right, Henny, Jack and Gin, 151 Rum slight, none light
Novocain I know to blame a gun snipe on drunk life
Then the bar hit ya with a large spritzer
Hit ya ass, get ya cash then they all richer
In the draw, pitcher
I'm large sipper
When you wait, but I hope I ain't in the car witcha.
Hard liquor, I need some more, hard liquor
All the alcoholics in this
Is there any more
We even go to WalMart for (hard liquor)
Make sure that it's mixed
And twist it with a little bit of lemon juice on ice, on ice, on
ice, yeahhh
Hard liquor, hard liquor
Is there any more？
Make sure that it's mixed
And twist it with a little bit of lemon juice on ice, on ice, on
ice, yeahhh.
7.Losin' My Mind
Losin my mind＊
Yes I'm using my nine this time
Or should I decline and press rewind？
Losin my mind,
Yes I'm using my nine this time
Or should I decline and press rewind？
Ever since November hit
I can't remember shit
Unless I was in your chick
When I picked her she was a limber bitch
She say I sent her quick
And treated her as cold as Denver get
That wimper shit for simpers don't enter 'cause I'm winter trick
And I like my hoe's cold young dumb lungs done
Now shes an old soul, ate her like lamber throw rolls
Shorty's come and shorty's go
This skinny chick orgy blows
Horny bro lookin for thicky
Hunt her down like Lori Stroll
I'm plum start butt naked in my white socks
Might pop my top and hype the block when the light stops
Just call me cyclops
I see what others might not
The white cops are on me, aww man we're in a tight spot
It's ironic though I'm bad yep my mama grow the lad who rob the
corner co. for cash up in Monaco
I'm half native got a relative named Jeroni-ho
And this personas fuck the drama only honor dough
I know who died plus and who did it
Shot these sirens can you dig it
Cut off your arm and fan you with it
Some listen to me and say 'damn you wicked'
Losin my mind,
Yes I'm using my nine this time
Or should I decline and press rewind？
Losin my mind,
Yes I'm using my nine this time
Or should I decline and press rewind？
8.This Ring Outro
9.The Rain
I now pronounce me and music together from now until the end of
time＊
Always on the road, Doing hella shows
Day to day high and lows, but that's just how it goes
When you grinding, homie ain't no rewinding
Time but the family behind in this business that I'm in
I don't feel anything and it's hard remembering
Places and faces they think I'm what December brings
The day is just like moments turned to hours ,
All the graphs, sound check, radio spots and quick showers
Hit the stage and get so much love from the fans,
Keep it rough with the fellas, but I make the ladies want to
dance
And still I don't think you understand what's real,
While I'm with you with my wife another chance is killed,
And my kids all three of 'em suffer in the worst ways,
Cause last year I missed all three of they birthdays,
So when you see me with me eyes full of pain,
Give me love cause these are three of the reason why I call the
road 'the rain'
So here we are now (In the rain)
A superstar now, (In the rain)
So far now, (In the rain)
The Rain (I'm walking in rain)
I live my life like (In the rain)
Just for the limelight (Is it rain for singers)
My little girl said
Daddy (What's up), me and Reign really miss you,
Not to mention momma always need a tissue,
I saw your picture in the paper and I kissed you,
I heard you won't be home for Halloween, is this true？
(Right after Halloween baby)
Yea I'm used to it,
Why don't you teach me and Reign how to produce music,
So we can travel everywhere that you're traveling,
And be in the family, me and sissy fighting and tattling
I know you miss that, I know you dig that
Do your fans every wonder about where your kids at？
Is Donny really coming to move with us in L.A.？
Will mommy still love you and be with you everyday？
I gotta go now, I love you daddy but slow down
There's not enough Tecca Ninas to go around
Rainbow's crying she wants to talk to you badly,
(What's up Rainbow, Baby)
I love you daddy!
So here we are now (In the rain)
A superstar now, (In the rain)
So far now, (In the rain)
The Rain (I'm walking in rain)
I live my life like (In the rain)
Just for the limelight (Is it rain for singers)
I love my fans
Cause they make it possible for me to provide for the Fam
The fact that my life is in shambles, they could give a damn
When it shakes then they chose it, fakes who hate lose it
They love my pain because it makes for great music
But in the interim this family matter is a tend to one of mine
Leave in January and come back when the winter come like：
Calling my wife when I'm in the rain and then end up getting
into a dumb fight
Cause she lonely, you try to console her but you ain't come
right
So it's about what and what？
You give them everything they need,
But what they need is your presence indeed,
Life yes has been a strainer
It's like if been a stranger
To my kids and wife
That's the life of an entertainer
More money to gain,
More people to change
Swords deep in the game,
The world's peeping my pain
Out on the road cussing for sure, reaching for fame
Healthy relationship you can't have them when you're living life
in 'the rain'.
So here we are now (In the rain)
A superstar now, (In the rain)
So far now, (In the rain)
The Rain (I'm walking in rain)
I live my life like (In the rain)
Just for the limelight (Is it rain for singers)
10.Come Gangsta (Mixtape)
The spiked red hair... and the... and the, paint on his face＊
Whow, hold on man, Tech is losein' it man
He's not as grounded as he used to be
Tech was a devil worshiper
You know you see a black dude with red hair
And a long beard, I mean look he look scary to me too
Yeah that nigga Tech man he sellin' out man
That... that's he's doin' that for the white folks
That white shit he doin' man
I've been writing for
Nineteen years for sure
Haters in these times
Niggaz don't wanna see me shine
Stop me, and then try and tell me (Come gangsta)
And then compare me to Nelly (What ya bang bra)
Hey, I've been bustin'
And fizz knuckin' bitches
It tizz nothin' for years puffin'
I've been clutchin' riches from his muffin'
Heres fuck you niggaz this is toughin' I
(Don't know what the fuck you thinkin' tellin me this shit is
hella fake)
Say, since way back in the days rappin'
The blaze happen
I raised raves craves days would blade packin'
And stage saggin'
Theys wackin' Nina stays layed backin' I
(Rap at niggaz contantly they never know the money Nina makes)
Hey, this is amazin' how niggaz formulate they hatin'
You fuckin' fornicate your mistakin'
We can never coralate cause you fakin', huh
Who's bringin' in through the bacon, huh
Who's keepin' this shakin', huh
(Got any questions Sinister Tech and Tecca Nina niggaz know the
rest)
Gay, is all you punks and mitch bades diss in your trunk won't
get played on the radio
Too gangsta for an old lady bro
Gangsta niggaz don't hate me no
Wanksta niggaz won't face me though
vest)
Okay
I rep the town harder than any of you niggaz
Where ever I stand my bills the same punk
And you got the nerve to tell me
Come gangsta
Throw your rags in the air
And know that nobody there
Will compare to your gangsta
Saggin' pants to the floor
Every womens a bitch or a whore
When your gangsta
Pack ya guns in the club
If they shrug to them thugs mean mug ya come gangsta
Is what they sayin' to me
I shoulda been done come with a gun
For the ones who bump they gums who the one
Said a nigga was'nt gonna make another record said I was wack
and washed up done
Said a nigga might scare lil' ones
He's a fuckin' nightmare, here he comes
Really red hair and my face painted
They said (Gangsta)
But I really ain't (Gangsta)
I need to come up with a (Gangsta)
Scritch the scratch the nigga fat tone is so (Gangsta)
You need a bit of that (Gangsta)
You need to hang with a (Gangsta)
Mr. Stinky vigalante so (Gangsta)
Brother Lynch is (Gangsta)
57 RDVs are so (Gangsta)
The nigga fifty is so (Gangsta)
They say
When you in them streets, creep creep
Cause some gangstas want a head blast
Cause I run with the red rags
And try make the feds flash
Try to swipe my bread stash
(That's that bullshit I'm gon skip and try to go get the money
grip)
Cause you niggaz fill me surprised that I got you right here
with my shit
So you gotta be thankfull to who？
By the way homie what's gangsta to you？
(Money, dope and alcohol and plenty bitches all up on your dick)
I got that
How can C-Bo be wrong？
How can Yukmouth be wrong？
How can Lynch be wrong？
How can 2Pac be wrong？ Bitch!
I've been nice to you rapper cats for a long time
I left Kansas City so them other cats can gon shine
But it seems these punks are confussed because I'm my own kind
But I'm back on deck cause Kansas City is who's throne？ Mine!
This ain't no punk shit
Nigga this is strength at it's finest
I made this shit so you all you sins can rewind it
Meaning, you pussys who says this Tech shit ain't hard for real
And try to disregard the real
You mutherfuckers is hard to feel
I get your death threats cause I'm the king bitch
Money, groupies, drugs, alcohol and bling shit
But I stay a hella game
And you punks is so lame
Cause my mobbin' gangsta track will destroy your whole tank
I've been with every rapper who's legendary
Underground to mainstream know that Tech is very hard
Cause I bring the heater
Love me cause I'm your leader
Bitches they suck my peter
While I drinkin' Margaritas
Niggaz get layed down
Seven displayed sounds
N9ne the crayzed klown
Lines like sprayed rounds
This is for all you haters who don't pump my shit
If you say this ain't gangsta then you can suck my dick!
I might look like a clown
But you niggaz sound like a motherfuckin' circus
Fuck you motherfuckers!
This nigga is the tightest nigga movin' man
I mean... Tech N9ne will demolish all you niggaz
From the stage show, to rockin' the mic you name it
That's why I roll with him he my favorite rapper real talk
Tech N9ne
11.Bad Season Skit
Everything was supposed to be all Jesus
Come ease us we really need to be free from evil deeds
Plus negros, hide in thee weeds waiting to see us
And we bust then they will bleed trying to seize us
Bad season, I'm ready to trip for that reason
Hire beef then go laugh when your ass vegan
I ask trees when cash is fast, and weed then gonna have cheese
stacks
Then trash bags will have fees then
Yes sir that's why the milli is in thee dresser
For any motha f'er wanna test for Tech will get him wetter
Step into death your ex messing with a keffer
Never let your lover get put in less than a bed with a heffer
The mags breathing, these fags freezing cause cats teased him
And they passed on that evening
I flash B's, and sag my flags revving I blast heathins
If they had me in bad season
These things must mean bad seasons, and they must be for a
reason
These things must mean bad seasons, and they must be for a
reason
Hardly time for no hardey ha no laughter, (Ah, Ha)
Working them hard I can't leave no starving bastard, (Ah, Ha)
Pardon me if you see a star in me it startles me
And I ain't come to party but I'm always what inbottles me
I'm living for the chips for the extra, got too many deaths
And I'm trying to find the way out the selexta (AHHHHH!)
Jokes folks telling me gotta to bless ya
I ain't trying to Busta Rhymes, diffrence is there calling me
besta (AHHHHH!)
My season is devil people receiving me
They party to my words but I don't think the motha fuckas is
beleving me
Half the time I think my eyes are deceiving me
Fat boy that boy o'er there keep there hands in the air
You can do me like a new kid (new kid)
Rocket till it's sputred (sputred)
Articulate to prove it but motha fuckas is stupid (Okay)
Kali baby, and his thing never leaving (Ah, Ha)
Running out of breathe cause I'm breathing the bad season
(Bitch!)
These things must mean bad seasons, and they must be for a
reason
These things must mean bad seasons, and they must be for a
reason
These things must mean bad seasons, and they must be for a
reason
These things must mean bad seasons, and they must be for a
reason
12.No More Music By The Suckas
13.Somethin' To See
14.All Day All Night
15.Livin' Like I'm Dyin'
(Tech N9ne)
Just another piece that I wrote, ya know what I'm sayin'
'cause this beat just wanted me to write it.
Livin like I'm dying tomorrow, ain't no time for no sorrow,
throw on my platinum mavoda, rob a gram on my collar.
Spray Lucciano Suprana, holla at a mamma whos nanas lover hot
like carne asada scholar with a bra like my tacara balla
I got a few dollas, Im do wella my fatha taught us to follow
Qu'ran and not Osama Bin Lada.
My momma was not a bud of Islam, but God is her wata, so why
does the sickness got her like llama just shot her.
Goose faba wusa, I gotta get out of this ra ra and fly to hana,
lu-lu inside a grata, bulu in five lamatas,
no yada yada, they ride on this ride and bob ya then swalla, sun
goddess the color of Shaba.
Then I popped a bottle of Mascota, run away on my Yamaha vamanos
I promisa I'm never no one to be monita-d
by the blue colla coppa, we call em Erik Astrata, cha cha, got a
wad in my Levis and a nigga neva got ta borrow.
(Krizz Kaliko chorus)
I'm livin' like I'm dyin' tomorrow, so I gotta do a lot of
livin' today.
I think I'm gonna drown in a bottle, and party like I'm thinkin'
bout goin today.
I'm seein lots of pretty women, so you know I'm goin in.
They gon' blow this whole world up, so Imma party until then.
(Kutt Calhoun)
Man I party harder than Nitty and Gucci, Louie with Henny, like
I'm dying when I'm on one taking none of them with me,
as sure as my name is Bloody Kutty Cal, you can picture me
partyin like its going outta style.
I, I feel like im the best who done did it, most under rated and
hated,
but if I die than so be it, then in my head I'm the greatest. It
ain't a bitch I ain't christened,
see the estate I've inventioned and if I die my eulogy would be
held at the Kemper man.
I've done smoke, I done drank and popped my pills to
extremities, still do. Every now and then I pop more than
Yosemite,
keep my foes and my enemies and the ones who pretend to be,
close to me, cause honestly there the ones who will hinder me.
So hence forth remember me, this voice is fittin to be his
choice of energy, by him I mean all men.
Party like its 1999, smoke my wood tip wine, givin all my thanks
to god then saying Amen.
(Krizz Kaliko chorus)
I'm livin' like I'm dyin tomorrow, so I gotta do a lot of livin'
today,
I think I'm gonna drown in a bottle, and party like I'm thinkin'
bout goin' today.
I'm seein lots of pretty women, so you know I'm goin' in,
They gon' blow this whole world up, so Imma party until then.
(Ubiquitos of Ces Cru)
Till summers end and the winter comes,
Till grey days turn to yellow ones.
I stay grindin' for mine I tried to tell them once -
to travel to the moon you got to face the elements,
and battle any goon you gotta cage the elephants.
It's elementary I speak with a certain elequence,
I smoke hella blunts a habit I've been develop since;
I was a young boy, playin' the silver ball.
See 'em stand, feel 'em fall,
Metallica, kill 'em all.
Huh, livin' like this is my last moment;
but a moment could last forever, snap a picture and na-cole it.
Huh do what ever ya gone, sip on your glass,
hold it up, hit the side on mine get to tippin it back, go in.
Huh, so many days we were sittin low,
better get busy livin' till the day you givin in and you get to
go where sinners go.
Pull in the cash, and then spend it slow,
better make it fast but them should know
matter no money yo, it's all expendable.
(Krizz Kaliko chorus)
I'm livin' like I'm dyin tomorrow, so I gotta do a lot of livin'
today,
I think I'm gonna drown in a bottle, and party like I'm thinkin'
bout goin today.
I'm seein lots of pretty women, so you know I'm goin' in,
They gon' blow this whole world up, so Imma party until then.
(Godemis of Ces Cru)
Hold your breath count to three Ima kill it,
killa commitee, city chairmen, strapped with a gramma glock and
the trigger, bitch, a hair pin.
Three round burst, I aim it at your brain, spit it when cock it
I kiss so they call it, Sara Jane.
Livin' like I'm going down tomorrow, sit down and drown in a
bottle, go out and get anotha bottle;
I don't lead I dont follow, if I don't eat I get hollow, I don't
even play lotto, see Chief I need every dollar.
Ya'll dont see me with a model or rockin a lotta product, I
don't smoke like I wanna, I'm stretching this marijuana.
Fuck it I call it karma, if I wake up in nirvana; blood is
thicker than water, the mud is even more shallow.
I live in the moment and part of every opponent who pass,
but I put the petal to the metal I got both feet on the gas.
This could be the last verse that I'm writing like it or not
everybody's taking to rob and they puttin' you right in a box.
16.Down For The Block
Whoooooooo kidddddddd
hhhhoodrich bitch!
Down for the for the down down for the block
Down for the for the down down for the block
Down for the for the down down for the block
Down, down for the block Down, down for the block
Down for the for the down down for the block
Down for the for the down down for the block
Down for the for the down down for the block
Down, down for the block Down, down for the block
Down for the block like Shaq O'Neal
Me and my niggas hittin corners in the batmobile
My block so hot so keep you enough shots
You slip and you fall niggas get chalked like hop-scotch
On my block
I'm in ko-hoots with what's goin on
Take me out the hood but the hood will never leave me, I'm
holdin on
as if I'm fallin off the edge of a cliff
If I live and see 80 I'm reppin the bricks
Real shit
leanin' like a syrup sipper
Henny and sprite mix it up get a cup nigga
Pour out some liqour for my niggas who ain't livin on the
surface
After the bottle we load our clips and put in work
Block shit
stay in the house when they set trippin'
A hundred rounds hit niggas and wet women
East side N9ne-double-o-five-N9ne Watts California I ain't hard
to find
Shit I'm down for the block
I'm down for the block like I'm down for my wife
And if you niggaz fuck with either then it's down with your life
I got no mercy for your fuck ups or the way that you behave (on
blood)
And represent that from the cradle to the grave
Oh my partner he was taught you got to get it how you spit it
Shoeboxes throw rocks hawk spit or talk shit
Killer city better watch ya might get set up by some hoes
Better do what Alvin Ailey do and stay up on your toes
Got the dueces and the dres click clackin in the paint
A hard method of surival try to shake it but ya can't
Rather win, lose or draw stand your ground and hold your weight
And if ya still can see your ribs get ya weight up, quit ya hate
Cuz niggas know when in a food fight you wouldn't bust a grape
Spike clicks probably better off choppin with
The K I'm down for my block and I love my town
So Killer City stand up and Kutty Cal can stay hound
Say the word, watch me bust your shit
I'm the realest mutherfucker with this stranged out clip
Suck the willa on the realer, I ain't playin with you niggas
Godzilla with the milla get to sprayin at you niggas
Yeah, check my history nigga when you mention me
Bet they say I'm in da street
ride her nigga for the V
Fuck the industry
fuckin what you think of me
I don't give a fuck, bet you pussies be respecting me
I love the block, cause my sign in the prime time
You niggas faked ya steady lying in your fuckin rhymes
Saw a nigga, hella twisted off the R nigga
Gutter butter, I be seepin like a ball nigga
Dessert eagle for the people, I be bustin lethal
Know the cola for the soldier, but this all legal
For the block, I'll be screamin villain non-stop
5, 6 on a mission take it to the top
Aye
red drawers, red socks, red everything
Look what they've done to me crazier than I've ever been
Like I needed medicine, I don't think it's eratapheme
That is seen, second lettering, This ho-head plus wanted me to
rep the block
Sadly I missed the block
Badly and the ones that came before me doctor Bop and Rock
Daddy, plus being surrounded by real niggas was my big thrill
Cause I was walked up by stand-up niggas from 56 Ville
They helped me get my cheese up love my K-I-D-s much
That's why I would never freeze up when its time to throw B's up
We need a Jesus to relieve us when millies bust
Now we're over seas plus with euros and visas
58, 57, 56, 55th that's my area and I rep it with the quick
How many homies it be grips and they on the sippy trip
Down for the block and it's the same shade as the homie Mitchy
Slick, nigga
17.Lick Your Teeth
18.The People Speak Skit
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