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Dej Loaf – All I Want For Christmas (feat. Kodak Black)

[Verse 1: DeJ Loaf]
I say each year
Gets better than the last year
We going all out this year
I need everybody [?]
Don’t worry ’bout me
Got plenty of material things
Got my brothers, got my sisters, got my team
All I need is my family
I say, I say my past ain’t like my presents
Momma come downstairs, open up your presents
Workin’ all them hours tryna make it special
I was ungrateful, I ain’t know no better

[Hook: DeJ Loaf]
All I really want for Christmas is you
All I really want for Christmas is you
All I really want for Christmas is you
All I really want for Christmas is you

[Verse 2: Kodak Black]
Life ain’t tied with a bow but it’s still a gift
Then hit the club and make it rain, I ain’t talking [?]
And all I wanted for Christmas was to be here
Now I’m hoping I could spend it with you this year
God bless me with a talent, gotta make it happen
You see this rap shit is my gift, I gotta unwrap it
And I know that I’ve been naughty
But I just want you to stand by me
And I just want to go all the way
Cause when I’m with you it’s a holiday
There’s no other place I’d rather be
Than right here with my family
And it feels so good to be free
You all I really want

[Hook: DeJ Loaf]
All I really want for Christmas is you
All I really want for Christmas is you
All I really want for Christmas is you
All I really want for Christmas is you

[Verse 3: DeJ Loaf]
It’s snowing outside
Miss the days when it used to be up to my thighs
Man I miss my baby, wanna spend some time
Sometimes I feel like we just live to die
That’s why I’m so grateful, lord I’m breathing
I won’t be complaining, and don’t you either
Eggnog drinking, sleigh bells ringing
Santa I wish you could bring back some of my people

[Bridge: DeJ Loaf]
Nah, forreal. I remember those Christmas mornings man. Waking up and going downstairs and I ain’t gon’ lie, I used to be ungrateful, I was a very ungrateful kid. I used to cry every Christmas cause I didn’t get the Nikes. I don’t know what it was about the Christmas Nikes, my mom just wouldn’t get ’em. Like, I don’t know man, it was crazy. Cause I used to get everything else, like, I used to get all the other shoes. But she just didn’t get the Christmas Nikes. And, you know, you gotta walk back in school with the fresh Nikes on at the top of the year. So I used to be mad upset. But now looking back man, I’m so appreciative man, you know. You can’t take those types of things for granted. Family means everything. Christmas is more than just about, you know, gifts. Celebrate yourself, celebrate your family, your friends. And the ones who stand by you every day. Merry Christmas

Classy Silhouette – Espionage (feat. Nena Marcella)

[Hook]
What you going to do
When they come for you
When they come for you
What you going to do
When they come for you
When they come for you

[Backgrounds]
What makes you think I need you
What Makes you think I want you
What makes you think I’m gonna
Do what it takes to please you

[Classy Silhouette]
Hood rats jail broke my phone
Couldn’t come up with ideas of their own
Sent fake cops to come and bug my home
Paid hackers to put cookies in my chrome
Couldn’t make good music on their own
Satellites zooming in on my home
Somebody’s listening their in my phone
Feds next door trying to spy
Fake bird drones all in the sky
Everywhere I go there’s prying eyes
Can’t leave home without a disguise
Facebook page is loaded with hackers
Friend requests blocked by cyber attackers
Circle is closed No new friends
Everything I wear is the latest trend
Everybody thinks I’m trying to take them down
But I’m just a Queen trying to wear my crown
But the thing is they wouldn’t be tripping
If they never cracked the code
They shouldn’t have been listening

[Hook]
What You going to do
When they come for you
When they come for you
What you going to do
When they come for you
When they come for you
What you going to do
When they come for you
When they come for you

[Backgrounds]
What makes you think I need you
What makes you think I want you
What makes I’m going to
Do what it takes to please you
Espionage
Shhhh they’re listening
Espionage
Shhhh they’re listening
Espionage
Shhhh they’re listening

[Nena Marcella]
Strange people showing up places
With fake smiles on their faces
Foreign accents different races
Bugging my place
Building up cases
Conversations being taped
Cellphone hacked I’m being cyber raped
Trying to shake the spies that’s why I’m late
Private detectives they on my date
Couldn’t get a waiter
Feds served my my plate
Followed by the vultures they just can’t wait
Cleaned my house to cut a clean slate
The dime they dropped on me is fake
Marked my car you got the wrong make
I got a alibi in every state

What makes you think I need you
What makes you think I want you
What makes you think I’m going to
Do what it takes to please you
Espionage
Shhh they’re listening (6 times)

[Hook]
What you going to do
When they come for you
When they come for you
What you going to do
When they come for you
When they come for you
Ooo- ooo- ooo- ooo
What you going to do ooo
When they come for you
When they come for you
Ooooohooooo
When they come for you
When they come for you

Nena Marcella – Get That Monkey Off Your Back (feat. Classy Silhouette)

[Verse 1]
Get that monkey off your back
You must be smoking crack
That purp done made you snap
Now you caught up in the trap
Get that monkey off your back
You must be smoking crack
That purp done made you snap
Now you caught up in the trap
Get that monkey off your back
Eager innocent minds controlled
Drugs crime doctor parolled
Addicted soul ghetto patrolled
Prison bars One year old
Slaves of slaves Dollars on graves
Families broke being dope raised
Young Men in a dazes
Cops going through phazes
Bullets have no names
Criminals on stages
Murderers have fame
It’s a dirty game
Black on black crime
Songs get played
Court hearing sentences delayed
Justice has no minimum wage
Babies born inside a cage
Got Baptized …Now they saved
Poverty stricken hood in a rage
Cold hearted people we’re in a stone age

[Hook]
Get that monkey off your back
You must be smoking crack
That purp done made you snap
Now you caught up in the trap
Get that monkey off your back
You must be smoking crack
That purp done made you snap
Now you caught up in the trap
Get that monkey off your back

[Verse 2]
Politicians same contribution paid
White collars born in caves
Concrete thieves pulling out blades
Crime bosses still being made
Weak minds…Dreams Fade
Bed made…Head Laid
Brain Dead …Purple Haze
Another block just got sprayed
Underage plea bargains waived
Ten Years to life stuck in a cage
Lost inside a self made grave

[Hook]
Get that monkey off your back
You must be smoking crack
That purp done made you snap
Now you caught up in the trap
Get that monkey off your back
You must be smoking crack
That purp done made you snap
Now you caught up in the trap
Get that monkey off your back

[Verse 3]
Restless souls warped minds
Dreamed about a dead man’s crime
He was too young
He died in his prime
Still tryna make purple wine
Turn the clock back …Rewind
Lost souls roam through time
Shadows of darkness on their grind
Crooks got caught paid a fine
People scream then they cry
Tears fall…Lonely wives
Father time….Open eyes
Still alive…Old man wise
Street names..Lost five
Spirits walk…Wings fly

[Hook]
Get that monkey off your back
You must be smoking crack
That purp done made you snap
Now you caught up in the trap
Get that monkey off your back
You must be smoking crack
That purp done made you snap
Now you caught up in the trap
Get that monkey off your back
You must be smoking crack
Get that monkey off your back
That purp done made you snap
Get that monkey off your back
Now you caught up in the trap
Get that monkey off your back
That purp done made you snap
Get that monkey off your back

Lali Esposit – Ego

[Verso 1]
Te vi desaparecer de aquí
Te alejaste sin decir nada
Profundo fui, me enfrentaste a mí
Me perdí en promesas tan falsas

[Pre-Coro]
Ya nunca más voy a decir "es para siempre"," es para siempre"
Quiero aprender, a comprender
Que el amor duele, cuanto me duele

[Coro]
Tú no lo ves por tu ego, ego, ego
Estás ciego, ciego, ciego
Y por más que mi piel sienta el fuego, fuego, fuego
Es tu ego, ego, ego mi karma

[Verso 2]
Al mirar hacia atrás sin ti
Puedo ver pasar la tormenta
Jugaste el juego del dolor sin red
Creaste un alma de arena

[Pre-Coro]
Ya nunca más voy a decir "es para siempre", "es para siempre"
Quiero aprender, a comprender
Que el amor duele, cuanto me duele

[Coro]
Tú no lo ves por tu ego, ego, ego
Estás ciego, ciego, ciego
Y por más que mi piel sienta el fuego, fuego, fuego
Es tu ego, ego, ego mi karma

[Puente]
Hace tanto corro, tu laberinto me quiere atrapar
Congelé este daño para enfrentarte un día y gritar

[Coro x2]
Tú no lo ves por tu ego, ego, ego
Estás ciego, ciego, ciego
Y por más que mi piel sienta el fuego, fuego, fuego
Es tu ego, ego, ego mi karma

The Weeknd – Starboy (feat. Daft Punk)

[The Weeknd]
I’m tryna put you in the worst mood, ah
(P1 cleaner than your church shoes, ah)
Milli point two just to hurt you, ah
All red Lamb’ just to tease you, ah
None of these toys on lease too, ah
Made your whole year in a week too, yah
Main bitch out your league too, ah
Side bitch out of your league too, ah…

House so empty, need a centerpiece
Twenty racks a table, carved from ebony
Cut that ivory into skinny pieces
Then she clean it with her face man I love my baby
You talking money, need a hearing aid
You talking bout me, I don’t see a shade
Switch out my side, I’ll take any lane
I switch out my car if I kill any pain

(Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha)
Look what you’ve done
(Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha)
I’m a motherfucking Starboy
(Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha)
Look what you’ve done
(Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha)
I’m a motherfucking Starboy

Every day a nigga try to test me, ah
Every day a nigga try to end me, ah
Pull off in that Roadster SV, ah
Pockets overweight, getting hefty, ah
Coming for the king, that’s a far cry, I
I come alive in the fall time, I
The competition, I don’t ever listen
I’m in the blue Mulsanne bumping New Edition

House so empty, need a centerpiece
Twenty racks a table, carved from ebony
Cut that ivory to skinny pieces
Then she clean it with her face but I love my baby
You talking money, need a hearing aid
You talking bout me, I don’t see a shade
Switch out my side, I’ll take any lane
I switch out my car if I kill any pain

(Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha)
Look what you’ve done
(Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha)
I’m a motherfucking Starboy
(Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha)
Look what you’ve done
(Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha)
I’m a motherfucking Starboy

Let a nigga Brad Pitt
Legend of the fall took the year like a bandit
By my ma a crib and a brand new wagon
Now she hit the grocery shop looking lavish
Star Trek groove in that Wraith of Khan
Girls get loose when they hear this song
100 on the dash get me close to God
We don’t pray for love, we just pray for cars

House so empty, need a centerpiece
Twenty racks a table, carved from ebony
Cut that ivory to skinny pieces
Then she clean it with her face but I love my baby
You talking money, need a hearing aid
You talking bout me, I don’t see a shade
Switch out my side, I’ll take any lane
I switch out my car if I kill any pain

(Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha)
Look what you’ve done
(Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha)
I’m a motherfucking Starboy
(Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha)
Look what you’ve done
(Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha)
I’m a motherfucking Starboy

(Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha)
Look what you’ve done
(Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha)
I’m a motherfucking Starboy
(Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha)
Look what you’ve done
(Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha)

I’m a motherfucking Starboy…

Tech N9ne – Godspeed (The Storm Deluxe Edition Album)

[Intro]
Kingdom!
From this day on
I will never – force – anything good
Down anybody’s throat
Now before I start spazzin’
I’ma speak in a language
That the majority
Will understand

[Bridge]
Niggas see me shinin’
They know Tech Nina the best at the rhymin’
Yeah, but they ain’t buyin’
Strange Music flyin’
We steady climbin’
I’m still a wanted man
I get a hunnid band
Still I do Summer Jam
Woah!
Tecca N9ne milla’
Kansas City Killa’
Turn up!

[Verse 1]
Bubblin’ up with it because a nigga be gassin’
Enemy know that I’m ready for action
No matter the money we gotta go dummy, I’m wit’ it so nigga whats happenin’
I feel like comin’ and do it with passion
Whenever I’m in the booth I’m real as ramen and juicy juice
And the vomit induced when the onyx been poop
Regroup and spin this shit
Learnin’ this level of linguistics
Lot of you who lose it love lickin’ limp bizkits
And I am done
Tryna shine a star of Donnie to the people like "fuck this nigga"
Soundin’ [will as Farrakhan he?]
Never can raise the bar upon me
I am on par with omni
Kill every thing in sight before the light say Habari Gani
Longevity, haters don’t wan’ credit me
When I’m steadily reachin’ people like mom said it’d be
They yawn heavily, like they be gone medically
When I’m bussin’ on this bitch industry like Ron Jeremy
This song’s therapy, strong genetically, bomb palms red if he’s blond
Here to denouncin’ The Don’s pedigree
I’m a ‘gnac linguist
Wit’ a black penis
I can act meanest
‘Cause I’m a rap genius
Keepin’ ’em crack fiendish
Praise K.O.D. please
For blowin’ up himself like his last name was [Yaziz?]
No kryptonite, I’ma be Superman, makin’ Zod leave
Thinkin’ you’re gonna do better, you’re puffin’ the odd trees
(Godspeed)

[Hook]
Everybody know us
We ain’t gotta say it
They know can’t nobody hold us
Maybe ’cause the flow screams
Inner city killa
Ain’t no coming from the shoulder
Strikin’ like a cobra
(Kansas City!)
Lightin’ up the dough
We gonna blow just like I told ya’
Steady getting mo’ green
Killa!
City!
Soldier!
Turn up!

[Verse 2]
Low IQ listeners they bashin’
Lightweight keeping me flashin’
I don’t think they ready for the murder for the slashin’
From MMM chopping em up in pieces in a wicked fashion
Not a nigga left, why you triggered then
From the hottest spitta, fought a bigger Tech
How ya figured that
How ya gonna test a hobbler
Shoulda’ stayed behind the candelabra
The God does damage to who’s talking fucking bologna (bologna)
About who the best, from my crew the threat
From here to Budapest, this how you shoot the tech
I’ma forever be ripping you never be up and ahead of me
‘Cause I’ma shooter, do ya through your neck
Shake it till it open make a milli’ man I did it and I blew the check
For Pete’s sake
This music is gleamin’, but because all of the streamin’ will never reach cake
Good thing we didn’t get our piece late, we straight
Seven this beats great, shoulda’ probably did it with Keith Ape
This is for the villains
Kansas City livers stackin’ paper to the ceilin’
And fuck how they feelin’
If they hate the way we movin’ ’cause we really make a killin’
Make your broad leave
‘Cause she diggin’ me and my niggas we get it open like five keys
Knock it out like the Ali’s, but to you she was a raw tease
Not another soul will rock it whenever the K.O.D. breathes
(Godspeed)

[Hook]
Everybody know us
We ain’t gotta say it
They know can’t nobody hold us
Maybe ’cause the flow screams
Inner city killa
Ain’t no coming from the shoulder
Strikin’ like a cobra
(Kansas City!)
Lightin’ up the dough
We gonna blow just like I told ya’
Steady getting mo’ green
Killa!
City!
Soldier!

[Outro]
Ooh, Godspeed
If you think you’re brave enough then come and try me!
I kill everything in sight
People hate that the number one is related
To the greatest
Independent favorite
That made it, hella rippin’ up stages
And gave it everything in pages
And gainin’ real amazing wages
Double eight did with Travis
Integrated now as the latest hits
Fuckin’ right nigga!
We came up from the gutter
To lots of butter, I put that on Uncle Ike nigga!
Thanks to Carlton and Maudie, N9ne was born!
Now everybody on the globe gonna have their eye on
The Storm!

Tech N9ne – Need Jesus (feat. Stevie Stone & J.L.) (The Storm Deluxe Edition Album)

[Intro: Stevie Stone]
Let ye cast no judgement upon thy neighbor
Before the beam of thy own eyes have been cleansed
In the wicked ways of the world
God gives the remission of all of our sins

[Bridge: Tech N9ne]
When I was a young one the preacher put oil on my sixth chakra
He knew when I was older I’d wanna follow 2Pac and Big Papa
They thought I was so devilish in the dark I would listen to sick opera
But this choppa will be reppin’ the city where RDV’s Young Rich and Slick’s got ya
Well in peace
I don’t know why they wanna call me up every Easter Sunday to the altar
Maybe the music I am doin’ is never gospel, sinner is what they call ya
I know we look a little strange and we the gang my lane is what I offer
3 dimensional altar with a ego on top of the rock of Gibraltar

[Verse 1: Tech N9ne]
I see-e, it’s not the way the bible people want me to be-e
Flippin’ the fire for the family focused and free-e
Listen to me-e doing it for T.V-e
With the rebel yell, came out of my shell
Preacher said tell your people let go of your coat-tail
With a tremendous fail he never to say my livin’ll sell
But even worse said I lead my people to Hell’s Bells
Lookin’ at me just like my mother and father would breed creatures
Not an evil bone in my body and never known to be naughty in my seeds either
Simple and plain like a cheese pizza
I don’t know prayin’ on my knees keep us from heat seekers
Lovin’ the bleed feature while the people tell me that I need Jesus!

[Hook: Stevie Stone]
Talk about, judgement
Speakin’ to me with the people I’m leadin’ em underway
And you read me and see me easy to be shunned away
But you got it all wrong
You seem to tell me I need Jesus! (oh, Jesus! Jesus!)
Every day they wanna condemn me
None of ’em even know me
Anyone ever that sinned cast the Stone out
I’m stoned, let’s talk about it

[Verse 2: Tech N9ne]
I’m askin’
What’s happening?
Boy, cause they bashing me
Bangin’ the bible, butcher boy don’t bother with blasphemy
Call em a crazy critic comin’ causin catastrophes
Aimin’ at Aaron a lot of ammo and an angel actually
Ah mane, Amen
You people let the steeples speak in evil and the neezle playing God hymn
My mother was a Christian but I used to go with the wicked for the stick and what’s the problem
Questioning the K.O.D.’s grim, anybody talkin hella crazy I’m bout to jaw them
You’ll be up on a cross whenever you step to me so take precaution
Y’all false actors, callin’ me a demon when I talk backwards tihs pot
Tecca Nina gonna be sought after this drop by the people that go toss rappers hip hop
So you thinking you religious?
When you condemn another man you never lead us
Telling me what’s under me is gonna heat us
Never believe ya cause really you need Jesus
Leave us

[Bridge: Stevie Stone]
Talk about, judgement
Speakin’ to me with the people I’m leadin’ em underway
And you read mesee me easy to be shunned away
But you got it all wrong
Let’s talk about it

[Verse 3: JL of B. Hood]
Mama never really talked about God
All that I was ever taught was I’m odd
Heard he knew bout every thought that I had
Dirty mind I’d see a cross and I’d hide
Lost without dad, salty bout that
But I was captivated by the bosses outside
I plotted every way to get in drawers with my squad (church)
Ask round why every man goes
Bad habits to pass down like second hand clothes, mad
Salvage a blouse, gown, and manicured toes
Had half of us ground bound for hell and lord knows
Need a savior they say slayed for your behavior
Raised in three days, grace be what he gave ya
The Son of the maker, one to gravitate to
Pay 10 percent cause sins ya didn’t pay for
Bow to a name insane fast, he told the
Vows to a dame, the tame Casanova
Wow did it change and came crashing, poser
Doused in the flames and bang chapter closure
Spiritually drained, crass and vulgar
Needed somewhere to go until rain passes over
Seeking a miracle from a stained-glass Jehovah
But I don’t know if the ordained pastor sober
Dang in disdain prayed in vain
Care slain yo, explain do anything
Lay hands, but role playing, you entertain
Doubt, pain, processin’ grow in the brain
It’s confusing, now my fans out protruding
Rebuking, from mouths full of communion
Scorn by lukewarm kind, it’s time you’ve been warned
The Storm formed, now find refuge in…

Tech N9ne – Sriracha (feat. Logic & Joyner Lucas) (The Storm Deluxe Edition Album)

[Intro]
(Jesus)
Yeah, yeah, hell yeah
Yeah, yeah, hell yeah
Yeah, yeah, hell yeah
Yeah, yeah, hell

[Verse 1: Tech N9ne]
Froze over, when you thought you could hold Yoda
With flows older than the first sold cold soda
Grow more for my bros those rojo soldiers
Them cincos are at it again, blow doja
I am like Iron Mike, back in the day
My rhyming’s iron height, defiant flight
Try and bite, like a razor in a candy apple
A taser in a jammy, tackled
By a neighbor with the family shackles
Laboring a man he’s gaffled
I get angry, I sip bombs (chea!) on your rich lawn
I was brought up Muslim and Christian
I been studying Chrislam (chea!)
That’s not a thing so I place this John
In your chicks palm
Give her something beautiful to kiss on
Till I spit one to her lip balm (chea!)
I’ve been rhyming since Reagan in politics
Polished it then got a big wallet where all of my dollars sit
To the wall is split, then I gotta sick the casa, your god exists
Cause a lot of chicks holler "Mr. Chopper you’re hot as shit", Ah!

[Hook: Tech N9ne]
They say I’m the best at what I do
After me it’s 5, 4, 3, and 2
Sometime I think they all gum bumpin’
So I tell them all to put that on somethin’
Sriracha, I put that on everything
Sriracha, I put that on everything
Sriracha, I put that on everything
Sriracha, I put that on everything

[Verse 2: Logic]
Yeah, I guess I’m supposed to come with that fast flow
Woo! I guess I’m supposed to come with that gas flow
But no, I’ma just spit it, I’ma get it good
Wish you would tell me what I should do
I don’t know, hit the door
Uh, yeah, feel like I been here before
Maybe I have but I can’t fuck with it
Hit ’em with a semiautomatic, watch ’em duck with it
Speaking on lyrical ability
Everyone in my vicinity blowing they mind like Kennedy
I got no love for the enemy, somebody tell me the remedy
I’m like what’s good, been fine
Tell me what’s on your mind, rewind this shit
My message is beyond this shit
I put that on everything, I’m just being honest, shit
So what’s up, hold up
Tech I’m sorry for the hold up but I been on the road
Should have had this verse to your ass a long time ago
When I put that on everything, I ain’t had a minute to myself
But I been living like I ain’t finna see tomorrow
I ain’t focused on no wealth
I been living good, I been feeling fine
Pass the sriracha, I put that shit on all of mine
Busting like Columbine combined with a terrorist’s mind
That’s been confined in four walls for some time

[Hook: Tech N9ne]
They say I’m the best at what I do
After me it’s 5, 4, 3, and 2
Sometime I think they all gum bumpin’
So I tell them all to put that on somethin’
Sriracha, I put that on everything
Sriracha, I put that on everything
Sriracha, I put that on everything
Sriracha, I put that on everything

[Verse 3: Tech N9ne & Joyner Lucas]
Sriracha, the flavor popper
We gotcha, even haters jock us
These choppers invade the knockers then blocker
Disintegrating every chakra eager to off ya
You can bet that we doin’ it proper
When I put the bullets in a fully with a hoodie
Ain’t nobody gonna stop us
Nobody gon’ top us
We leave ’em with no option, leave ’em with no conscience
Leave ’em with no oxygen, leave ’em with no problem
And even though I could see what they watchin’
TV with a DVD, I can repeat
When I see these street shockin’
Easy, if it need be then I just eat beats
And I’m Eazy-E, Compton
I eat meat like I’m EBT shopping
Credit Card Max, bend the bars back
Fuck your hoe, get brain and all that
Run in your house and bring your whore back
Sever your face and dead the doormat
Who got the keys to the rented Corvette
Can’t catch me, I’m the man in all black
I been a nice chap since Catman on crack
Fuck that, I been nice way before that
Can’t ignore that, you can try though
But you gon’ end up next to Dido
I’m that pen that wrote the Bible
I’m on your skin like vitiligo
Sing for the moment, I hit the high note
Someone please let Elton John know
Tell the lieutenant I’m Hect Camacho
With a Catholic priest and the Pentecostal
Why you niggas wiggidy wiggidy wack, gettidy get in the back
With a umbilical patch, jump in the middle of the track
None of y’all niggas can act so y’all niggas are packed
Come and get it again, fuckin’ a bitch in the whip
Give me your moment to fall, I’m gonna fit in the car
I can do better than yours, I can be ready to brawl
I can be shattered and all, nobody want to be hard
Better be ready for war, tell me who ready for more
Joyner

[Hook: Tech N9ne]
They say I’m the best at what I do
After me it’s 5, 4, 3, and 2
Sometime I think they all gum bumpin’
So I tell them all to put that on somethin’
Sriracha, I put that on everything
Sriracha, I put that on everything
Sriracha, I put that on everything
Sriracha, I put that on everything

Tech N9ne – Wifi (WeeFee) (The Storm Deluxe Edition Album)

[Intro:]
Yeah *laughter*
Go right up

[Verse 1]
Connect, ain’t nobody but Tech
I been dope since I put raps on BASF cassette
Since then my pen been at war like Montagues and Capulets
A menacing strap you get, been winning in rap who’s next
To get permanent power polluted, paper protruded
Punani praise on its pubics and they’re prepared to pursue it
Get us then we drills em
Having plenty thrills um wellington New Zealand banging her with a chest like Wendy Williams
Everybody know with the kinda money I bring to the table I can put em off
Take em all around the world, get the dough and get the girl touching other people and I brought the hood along
Teams where I wings fly people I never seen cry
If you wanna see the mean side just go stream what I seen on steam, put your hand in my bean pie
Salam [?]
I’m something fierce, I bring player haters to tears with my schemes
Come reach me, I got the species locked and no one can beat me
The feces, what I released on this beat he’s gonna wanna seek me because I’m the WeeFee

[Hook]
WeeFee, WeeFee, WeeFee
I can put you on
WeeFee, WeeFee, WeeFee
With my push alone
WeeFee, WeeFee, WeeFee
Now you’re set in stone, I’m the
WeeFee

[Verse 2]
People need me, I’m the WeeFee
I get them on movies and TV
Connecting Scooby and Stevie
Straight from Missouri to Fiji
Trying to intrigue me ain’t easy
Unless you bringing them bad beasies in three-bies
We be having them louder than 194 dB
Organ, grinding, so they pour us in their mouth, and they’re loving it like Thorazine
When they freaking out I’m Jim Morrison
But I go without hair Billy Corgan
Releasing a lot more of them endorphins
WeeFee wins the war again the gores been like a horror film
Cause we kill, everything so be still
When we move in, not a cheap thrill
When the beat feels like E pills
Steadily repping B till, my B-L-double O-D spills
Then again Tech Nina keep mills
So I know I’mma get me a refill
Tech is highly respected
Been with a few major labels and left it
I rated my records intrepid
Since they didn’t rep it then F it
Now I’m elected to get the check and invest it
I’m such a vet you can bet I can get you connected
Cause I’m the WeeFee

[Hook]
WeeFee, WeeFee, WeeFee
I can put you on
WeeFee, WeeFee, WeeFee
With my push alone
WeeFee, WeeFee, WeeFee
Now you’re set in stone, I’m the
WeeFee

[Verse 3]
If you with me but hating me
Disconnect from me, get away from me
Get a bit of fake thinkin’ they’re big as your paper be
When they try to shake a G they normally have to take a fee that’s lower than what they pay for he that works in Eminem’s bakery
You doubt a N9ne, you out of sight you out of mind
Nigga shout a crime from me they sniffing them powder lines
I’m the righteous
But I’m killing ’em like I’m Cypress
Play me like I’m not the nicest
No WeeFee leave you lifeless
Taking a knife to fight with ISIS, I like it
When they spite they get vices
When they hit that pipe think they’re psychic
Wanna figure my mic and try to slice it
But they do fizzle when they hear SuWu whistles
Disrespect me true this will happen and they lose signal
This was long awaited
Strange is how all the fakes were created
They think they made it, forgot about me and skated
They music, everybody played it cause I was right there to save it
They downgraded they hate it cause their signal is faded
Cause I’m the WeeFee, nigga

[Hook]
WeeFee, WeeFee, WeeFee
I can put you on
WeeFee, WeeFee, WeeFee
With my push alone
WeeFee, WeeFee, WeeFee
Now you’re set in stone, I’m the
WeeFee

Tech N9ne – Erbody But Me (feat. Bizzy & Krizz Kaliko) (The Storm Deluxe Edition Album)

[Intro]
Okay

[Hook: Bizzy]
Walk right up in the room like fuck er’body but me (er’body but me)
Lookin’ like it’s all good but fuck er’body but me (er’body but me)
And I really wish a nigga would say fuck er’body but me (er’body but me)
And you could be just like me say fuck er’body
Er’body but me
Er’body but me
Er’body but me
Finna go up
Er’body but me say fuck er’body
Okay

[Verse 1: Tech N9ne]
K-C-M-O
Born and raised if you ain’t get the memo
Slippin’ in my city is a N-O
We put down a demo, then go stuffing them hoes in a limo
Cause they said they serving more jaw then Jay Leno
What they seein’ walk through the doors, winners
Haters muggin’ us because they hoes, grinners
Sinners better simmer when thinking they want to chin us better remember it ain’t nothing but rogue, in us
Steppin’ out with Tech Nina, yes sir, weather remains, wetter she came
Next thing you know, mayne, that girl want everything, everything
When it’s playing she saying this my shit
That’s why they be waiting in line to kiss my grip
Offer true paid dues, I’m not selfish
But you may lose, if I could help it
Step into this Piru made grove wearing the opposite of blue suede shoes, Elvis

[Hook: Bizzy]
Walk right up in the room like fuck er’body but me (er’body but me)
Lookin’ like it’s all good but fuck er’body but me (er’body but me)
And I really wish a nigga would say fuck er’body but me (er’body but me)
And you could be just like me say fuck er’body
Er’body but me
Er’body but me
Er’body but me
Finna go up
Er’body but me
Er’body but me
Bout to go up
Er’body but me
Er’body but me
Finna go up
Er’body but me
Say fuck er’body
Okay

[Verse 2: Tech N9ne]
We drinkin’
Why you wonder why your woman winkin’
Trip with us you’re headed for extinction
We just bringing brinks in
To buy the bar get everybody drinkin’
People looking salty must be smokin’ Jesse Pinkman
Er’body, but me
Lookin’ broke and, dusty
That’s how your lady look at me, that’s why she wanna, cuff me
I’m gonna shine never, rusty
Every year I come back with another one they never gonna, hush me
She wanna get close to touch a strange jam
She say you don’t remember me ’cause I just became slim
Ah ye-ye-ye-ye-ye
That’s right I know you from, um so and so what’s her name ‘nem?
They know Tech Nina is always coming hotter than, hell’s pit
And I’m steady drinking like I’m a, Celtic
Why they trippin’ with me? ‘Cause now I’m dipping with she
And I’m gonna give her what she need, pelvis

[Hook: Bizzy]
Walk right up in the room like fuck er’body but me (er’body but me)
Lookin’ like it’s all good but fuck er’body but me (er’body but me)
And I really wish a nigga would say fuck er’body but me (er’body but me)
And you could be just like me say fuck er’body
Er’body but me
Er’body but me
Er’body but me
Finna go up
Er’body but me
Er’body but me
Bout to go up
Er’body but me
Er’body but me
Finna go up
Er’body but me
Say fuck er’body
Okay

Tech N9ne – I Get It Now (feat. Krizz Kaliko) (The Storm Deluxe Edition Album)

[Intro]
Industry does not, feel you
I’m sick of this shit
Blind bitches wish
N9ne’s wickedness away

[Verse 1]
Motherfuckin’ killer B
There’s about to become a distillery
The majority don’t really feel a G
With the paint and a dark soliloquy
Music, they said killed the fee
Me, Krizz, and Makzilla free
So I’m gonna have to keep it real with me
Fuck them straight with agility
They callin’ me crazy
Don’t wanna play me
So I make the music that will target their babies
And open ’em up to wicked shit
They wanna know how hip is this
This never been no hipster shit
So the fakers see me and dis the ‘fit
I ain’t cool like the late great Biggie Smalls, the illest
So I went the route of a killer clown comin’ to pillage a village
Steady tryin’ to get ’em all to feel it
But I learned you can’t please everybody
When my mother was livin’ they used to say "your son is scary Maudie"
I don’t give a flyin’, dyin’
Spy inside of al-Qaeda, they lyin’
When tryin’ to diss Tech N9ne
And when they all shall buy us
I don’t fit the part for main stream cause I’m rougher
Only time they wanna look like me is Halloween motherfucker
I realize I’m not inviting

[Hook: Tech N9ne & Krizz Kaliko]
You ain’t with it
Sit it down
I’m a vicious
Wicked clown
And I’m livid when the critics give us frowns
Trippin’ with this nigga’s sound
Yup, I get it now
Get it, me and you, we are not the same
We unequal and the people is to blame, get it?
I get it now
I guess I got the wrong pants on
And I don’t really make no dance songs, get it?
I get it now

[Interlude]
Y’all can’t tell I’m fuckin’ myself up more and more on purpose?
I love scarin’ the hell out of y’all, haha

[Verse 2]
Stick the masses, whack it off in the casket
Sound like they wrist broken like put the fuckin’ lotion in the basket
How is he livin’ lavish when he rap really fast and he mask it?
They don’t get it when I gas it
They laugh at it, mad it ain’t ratchet
They wanna wear clothes just like A$AP Rocky, like Yeezy and Drake
That’s what they identify with, not with a nigga with the clown paint on his face
I get it that I’m wicked
When I spit it they be comin’ to get ’em a ticket
Talk a lot of shit at the gate and they got to zip it
When I’m bustin’, they open up to somethin’ different and dig it
I get it, I never looked like the average black dude
Track shoes, gold teeth, and covered in tattoos
Yak, booze, reeking and chiefing the sack through
Speakin’ about reaching them hardened hat screws
Jack move
Yes I’ve become a big boss
But I’ll never be cool as Rick Ross
That’s okay, N9ne’s been rhyming
And now he’s shining
Perfect timing

[Hook: Tech N9ne & Krizz Kaliko]
You ain’t with it
Sit it down
I’m a vicious
Wicked clown
And I’m livid when the critics give us frowns
Trippin’ with this nigga’s sound
Yup, I get it now
Get it, me and you, we are not the same
We unequal and the people is to blame, get it?
I get it now
I guess I got the wrong pants on
And I don’t really make no dance songs, get it?
I get it now

[Outro: Tech N9ne & Woman Speaking in Reverse]
So what I’ve come to realize is I will never fit in
So it’s my duty to make sure that I stand the fuck out
Meht etinu lliw eh esuac’ ,meht sthgif reven eh yhw s’taht ,meht ekil gnihton s’eH
If this thing does not kill you
Grind back to back tracks
Find racks on racks
N9ne’s stacking that all day

Tech N9ne – Starting To Turn (feat. Jonathan Davis) (The Storm Deluxe Edition Album)

[Intro x4]
Turning

[Verse 1: Tech N9ne]
Alright
I don’t wanna do this anymore, stop
Tellin’ me that we can make it in a hell where it’s gonna be many more shocks
Use to be I needed love now I need about 3 or 4 shots
With another round just to hit it now yes I’m messier than any gore plot
I am doing what the sick does
Takin anything to get buzzed
‘Stead of eatin wit the family I rather get my dinner in a strip club
Not a evil that can rival me becoming even darker than a crip slug comin to clip bloods,
Took the gentleman and put him underground like in Dig Dug
So long every day shit there’s no hope for we
Repetition kept us glitchin’, your folks bore me
I’m turning into what my lady provoked for she never really knew inside of my brain having ho soaked orgies, constantly

[Hook: Jonathan Davis]
Do you really wanna see this thing that’s turning in me?
Turning in me? NO!
I am, I am, I am liberating me, starting to turn
I didn’t do it, got something to stir it up
I am, I am, I am liberating me, starting to turn
I couldn’t see it but hatred is feeding it

[Verse 2: Tech N9ne]
Migraine, I’m bane, ain’t nobody feelin my pain
Stupid women I blame so goodbye sane imma fry my brain! Drugs I’ma try aim to deny shame and defy thy rain
Look into my eye mane I wanna fly gettin really high and die strange
How do I describe, you and I entropy, inside of me an entity
Turning me into to the portion of idenitity
That you’ll never know there, till my anger make a slow tear
Any beef wanna grow, I swear I eat it so rare, baby oh yeah
That off your bitchness that hate oh so it’s just
Turning me into the insane, playing all kind of sin games
Taking it in like a ganja hit, you’re the reason why the bomb was lit
Got me thinking "murder everything in sight", monster shit!

[Hook: Jonathan Davis]
Do you really wanna see this thing that’s turning in me?
Turning in me? NO!
I am, I am, I am liberating me, starting to turn
I didn’t do it, got something to stir it up
I am, I am, I am liberating me, starting to turn
I couldn’t see it but hatred is feeding it
I am, I am, I am liberating me, starting to turn
I didn’t do it, got something to stir it up
I am, I am, I am liberating me, starting to turn
I couldn’t see it but hatred is feeding it

[Outro: Tech N9ne & Jonathan Davis]
No!
Wait for it, wait for it!
Driving me crazy when you lie to me baby
You’re driving me crazy when you lie to me baby
Driving me crazy when you lie to me baby
Well that’s real shady, you might die if you play me!

Tech N9ne – Poisoning The Well (The Storm Deluxe Edition Album)

[Hook: Athena Pasutti]
Poisoning the well
Y’all gon’ hear me, oh yeah
You’re on me, final days have only been going through Hell
So drink it up with no filter
I give you my drummer
So if you don’t get it, don’t get it
Well then you can’t live it, I’m livin’
See, I’m an old man as funky as my last, ’cause
Don’t blame my gifts, just fill your glass up

[Verse 1: Tech N9ne]
Sincerely
Man I love this music thing severely
But it seems some don’t wanna feel me clearly
I’m the L in salmon, they can’t hear me
So I had to work up to not giving a fuck
But the people thought I was evil
I was brought up at the steeple but they trust it not
But turn and tell a killa that he must kick rocks
When he bust it lots
And you will get a couple in ya muffin top
Me popping will be they D-day
‘Cause they can’t say the shit he say
Everyone don’t have a tongue like a gun
They not trying to be running no relay
Sat in hell for a whole lot of years
Bread and tales I got a whole lot of cheers
Sold out shows, so bout those, foes doubt flows but bros oughta hear
Change in the making
Deep in the midwest something insane been a-baking
They claiming a nation with brain innovation
Surrounding everyone with the Strange integration

[Hook: Athena Pasutti]
Poisoning the well
Y’all gon’ hear me, oh yeah
You’re on me, final days have only been going through Hell
So drink it up with no filter
I give you my drummer
So if you don’t get it, don’t get it
Well then you can’t live it, I’m livin’
See, I’m an old man as funky as my last, ’cause
Don’t blame my gifts, just fill your glass up

[Verse 2: Tech N9ne]
Something strange in the agua
When everybody sound like blah-blah
Put the KOD in the pot and he nod
But the God no more rides well Tecca Nina saga
Someway the killa is getting twisted into the mainstream
Gangrene sick of hits again
I can flip from the rip come and sip the sin
That’s my dirty water worser than Flint, Michigan
They don’t wanna see my progress
But you can’t stop or tell it that’s God blessed
Over the years I showed ’em with my I guest
To a handsome mansion and from the projects
Wayne Minor, insane kinda, in the brain I’m a strange rhymer
Always been a change the game grinder
Poison the well
You can tell that, this boy’s been in Hell
I’ma joy when inhaled
I’m the reason why everybody cheesin’
I got ’em even making noise in the jail
If everybody had to do what I do
They’d have flows coming out the wazoo
And let the god spew
Alaikumsalam warahmatullahi wabarakatuh

[Hook: Athena Pasutti]
Poisoning the well
Y’all gon’ hear me, oh yeah
You’re on me, final days have only been going through Hell
So drink it up with no filter
I give you my drummer
So if you don’t get it, don’t get it
Well then you can’t live it, I’m livin’
See, I’m an old man as funky as my last, ’cause
Don’t blame my gifts, just fill your glass up

Tech N9ne – Buss Serves (feat. Big Scoob & Young Devi D) (The Storm Deluxe Edition Album)

[Intro]
Started with the blow and went to flows
Listen to me tell my gutter story and it goes

[Verse 1: Tech N9ne]
When I was 19
I went to go live with my auntie and noticed she had nice things
The furniture and
All of her clothes quite clean
To never be working a 9 to 5, she ran a ice cream, team
She put me on
And my witness Simone
Stay remarkably grown
That’s why my pockets be long
Ducked some feds, dumped packs, and then got custom threads
From serving boofas in KC we say let’s buss some heads, nigga
In French village, I went till, it got the rent bill, it got so heavy I no longer benched skrilla was a cinch still I had to Vince Neil it
Yell in a microphone and write them songs they like it’s on
I let go they life worth of pipe is blown to flowing ignite my home I used to
Buss serves
Now I, buss words
Either way slanging or sanging whatever life Imma just splurge
We had the spot though until it really got hot so
Escape I did like El Chapo
But nuevas still get faded, vato

[Hook: Young Devi D and Tech N9ne]
I pull up, pull up
Bussin serves
I pull up, pull up
Bussin serves
(Young nigga chasing it back)
I pull up bussin serves
Young nigga pull up, pull up
Bussin serves, commas
Either way I’mma be stacking it
On my, mama
Making my milli from rapping it or
Bussin serves, commas
Either way Imma be stacking it
On my, mama
Making my milli from rapping it or
Bussin serves

[Verse 2: Big Scoob]
On my mama nigga
Pull up, I’m bussin serves
But you won’t find me nickel and diming, man I’m off the curb
Prolly find me somewhere rhyming man this flow’s absurd
Or maybe find me on my grinding where the pot is stirred
Either way I’m bout my pay I’m tryna stack up my dollars
Ripping the chowder, stomping the powder, dumping it louder, soldier for louder
Necked it to a vato
Hefe head honcho
El Chapo with the hot flows
Still logged in with the block though
Hit a thang and make the knot grow
Push a nigga push it all bro
Pussy pills to that Pablo
In dark or night nigga I glow
Old nigga with the bag bro
Silly nigga with the mag though
Be careful what he bust his ass for
I’m airing out one of you assholes
Real shit, but the paper quit when the violence hit, nigga beep it bool
Shit bricks and quick licks turned meal ticks, nigga beep it bool
Out here hungry chasing food
All in, refuse to lose
Bussin serves or bussin words, ask about me, I’m that dude

[Hook: Young Devi D and Tech N9ne]
I pull up, pull up
Bussin serves
I pull up, pull up
Bussin serves
(Young nigga chasing it back)
I pull up bussin serves
Young nigga pull up, pull up
Bussin serves, commas
Either way I’mma be stacking it
On my, mama
Making my milli from rapping it or
Bussin serves, commas
Either way Imma be stacking it
On my, mama
Making my milli from rapping it or
Bussin serves

[Verse 3: Young Devi D]
I got my mind on my money, money on my mind
It’s just something about [hundreds], when you thumbing through them signs
I quit fucking with them niggas, cause they ain’t wan’ shine
And that’s all I’m tryna do, it’s why I grit, it’s why I grind
I pull up bussin serves nigga all at the trailer parks
I talk money fluent, they ain’t teach it in language arts
Damn that nigga street smart, reflex razor sharp
Don’t fall in love with me baby, I’m just gon’ break your heart
Smash through the sheet, like the fucking Transporter
I got film of your bitch, on my camcorder
Had to show it to my homies, this right here my life mane
Hit a lick for 30, lost 20 in the dice game
Fuck it man it’s nothing, I swear to God it’s nothing
I tried to down that sucker but I paralyzed his cousin
Oops fuck it, oops fuck it
That come with the pop-off
You my son’s son lil nigga, call me papa

[Hook: Young Devi D and Tech N9ne]
I pull up, pull up
Bussin serves
I pull up, pull up
Bussin serves
(Young nigga chasing it back)
I pull up bussin serves
Young nigga pull up, pull up
Bussin serves, commas
Either way I’mma be stacking it
On my, mama
Making my milli from rapping it or
Bussin serves, commas
Either way Imma be stacking it
On my, mama
Making my milli from rapping it or
Bussin serves

Tech N9ne – No Runnin To Ya Mama (The Storm Deluxe Edition Album)

Yeah, you must be throw’d
You gon’ make them thangs come up out that load
You ain’t built like that but you talk so cold
Yeah, we know

Hurts now, purps found cause a nigga squirt rounds
Acting like ya wore a purse on turf grounds
Like how his homies didn’t tell him to pull his skirt down
Now look at’cha
Loud mouth we found a round to match ya
Bound to smack ya, not a ground to catch ya
Cause you frowned at the hounds and you found disaster
He talking hella shady
How I get it on the daily
They jelly bout my gravy but they crazy cause they think I won’t be banging like the 80s
Your homie was a movie
So we [?] him with the tooly
Got his family sick and woozy giving him the finger [?] and Joe Cooley
They hot around the collar
Cause I got a lot of shotters
So don’t nobody bother, if they try to then we stoppin’ they medulla oblongata
So be careful when you saucing
You could end up in the coffin
You better take precaution when you see real niggas crossing, shut the fuck up when we talking
If you get my killers heated
You’ll be curled up like a fetus
All them words, you’re gonna eat it
Every fist and all the feet is never ceasing when you pleaded
So I think you better comma
Or get lit up with the llama
KC all the way to Ghana, when you grown and start the drama, ain’t no running to yo mama, nigga

x2
No running to yo mama
When you caught up in the drama
No running to yo mama when you caught up in the drama cause you did nobody honor

We the boss players
In this, industry and not SEGA
Nigga we are stop haters
We take ’em to the end and then it’s viva las vegas
If you tripping, y’all nuts
Cause we sick and all bust
So get the motherfucking pineapple, the rum and the coconut and mix it all up
We coming from the ghetto
And we keep the heavy metal
So you suckers better settle cause we turn a wolf and devil to a woman in stilettos
Cause they didn’t really want it
They was only in the moment
Hella talking, never on it
Had they’re chance and now they blown it cause the king was their opponent
He bit the hand that fed him
Run you over if you let him
All the homies wanna get him, heard the words when he said them now I know that he regret them
Cause we be getting money
And he be looking bummy
So keep the coward from me, when you see me don’t be chummy
Muh’fucking dumby
I know you can’t stand me
But you know that we go hammy
Have you sleeping like a xanny, hit them with a super whammy when I cut them from the family
We in every nook and cranny
Hit you when you’re in your jammies, when you’re in your manny panties
See me and my brother Sammy, ain’t no yelling for your granny and no running to your mammy nigga

x2
No running to yo mama
When you caught up in the drama
No running to yo mama when you caught up in the drama cause you did nobody honor

Tech N9ne – Buddha (feat. Boyz II Men & Adrian Truth) (The Storm Deluxe Edition Album)

[Intro: Boyz II Men & Krizz Kaliko]
1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9
Inhale it, baby

[Hook]
Bud-dha
I’m so high (so high, I’m so high)
Bud-dha
I’m so high (so high)

[Bridge 1: Tech N9ne]
I ain’t talking about no meditation, just medication

[Verse 1: Tech N9ne]
You got your vape, you got your brownies, you got your taffy
You got that shuttle to blast me the grassy zipped tight in a baggie
Then we’ll try it be the highest man I quit now cannabis and I is reunited
Be delighted we going to see the itis if you wanna chop away the deficit legalize it
KC good with that, we hit the sack
That don’t mean sleeping the [?]
Talking ’bout kief in the pack
Or having the heavenly hellish heap of the hashish
Then attract [?]
Weed cheesing ’cause we in the act
With a couple of beautiful b-zies spin a rack
And I’m dancing at the krilla with the chronic leaf in the bag
If you got it, you gotta let one more soul invade your camp
It’s a pot of gold and you gotta know
I’m gonna score them pesos, champ
I’m so peaceful, the haters wanna come throw doors
And they so can’t
Puffing on Buddha, that’s my numb your hoe
And dick your chick

[Hook]
Bud-dha
I’m so high (so high, I’m so high)
Bud-dha
I’m so high (so high)
X2

[Bridge 1: Tech N9ne]
I ain’t talking about no meditation, just medication

[Verse 2: Tech N9ne]
Had a party at the krilla, my brother Mackzilla got a big group of [schillas] that’re ready to heal us and about to feel us cause they digging for millas and admire the skrilla
But of course I’m gonna get the bowed the one that got up the courage to wanna roll one
She chipping and chopping like she’s a shogun
It’s twisted, it’s loaded, then we blow some
I’m tripping, she tripping, I make a decision
To run to the kitchen with a cottonmouth mission
Got a hazy condition this lady’s position
Was pay me for the spliff and then maybe submission
Too high to try and turn crazy on
The way she came off it was shady, wrong
I got many people that gave me zongs
Told that Bianca "away, begone"
Leave us, we keep bud and nobody gotta see her
Coming cheaper than a Totino’s pizza
That sound good when I’m puffing on the reefer
After working, I be choking in my leisure
Something about it make the Nina wanna please a, diva
Looking for something to come and ease ya
You can bet on the killer cannabis sativa
Buddha

[Hook]
Bud-dha
I’m so high (so high, I’m so high)
Bud-dha
I’m so high (so high)

[Bridge 2:]
Pass it among us, dab-dab if you wanna blast
Pass it among us, dab if you wanna
Pass-pass it among us, dab-dab like you really should
Yeah you know my Buddha stash keep me feeling good

[Hook]
Bu, dah
I’m so high (so high, I’m so high)
Bu, dah
I’m so high (so high)
X2

Tech N9ne – No Gun Control (feat. Gary Clark Jr. & Krizz Kaliko) (The Storm Deluxe Edition Album)

[Intro: Big Scoob]
You motherfuckers keep talking about gun control
First of all I’m tired of being controlled
I’m tired of you motherfuckers trying to control me and mine
You better get your motherfucking weapon
Cuz motherfucker I got mine
And I’m not scared to use it, they’re not scared to use it
So motherfucker get prepared
Cuz it’s ’bout that time to prove it
We’re trapped off in these fucked up gutters
Everyday preparing for war
So motherfucker get ready for it
It’s about that time to even the score

[Verse 1: Tech N9ne]
We on, if you ever test us we swarm
So the devilish best be warned
Reform these Don peons
Who keep a lot of artillery
They take all of the hate, apply it to race
Then innocents get a taste
So take a bullet to liberate, off in the trigger state
We stock up, to be with the free locked up
To these pop up, when they try’na penetrate it; we boss up
Don’t wanna have to do it but indeed shot you
How many people gonna fall from this evil?
And it’ll never stop cuz we don’t care if it’s illegal
But the weapons charges violent fecal
When the demon is coming after you
With a plan to deceive you

[Hook: Krizz Kaliko]
Just because we’re carrying guns
Don’t mean we wanna use them
People abuse ’em, yeah we all losin’
Look at (you!) Cuz they all shooting
Uhh, hey, yeah everybody shooting
Uhh, and you should be scared of us
Ahh, they scared of us
Cuz we out of control
We ain’t got no gun control

[Verse 2: Krizz Kaliko]
Feeling nervous got a little trouble on my mind
I can turn ’em right and around and turn death fear to it
Not damn thing doing
Think it’s exposed, just cuz I’m sagging my clothes
And tagging my toes
And beating the peace out of peaceful nigga
Thanks for yanking the breaks off a gangster hate officers
Got a lot of mo’, I got a lot of mo’
I see Trump’s got a lot of vote
America is a salad bowl
And you can put the dressing chop it up
And fool a lot of folks if it’s coming my way after trunk
Cuz the Trumpers get carried away
And I’m thumpin’ my thumper
Cuz gum bumpin’ don’t mean nothing
If people is out of control

[Hook: Krizz Kaliko]
Just because we’re carrying guns
Don’t mean we wanna use them
People abuse ’em, yeah we all losin’
Look at (you!) Cuz they all shooting
Uhh, hey, yeah everybody shooting
Uhh, and you should be scared of us
Ahh, they scared of us
Cuz we out of control
We ain’t got no gun control

[Guitar Solo: Gary Clark Jr.]

Tech N9ne – What If It Was Me (feat. Krizz Kaliko) (The Storm Deluxe Edition Album)

[Intro: Tech N9ne]
Free your mind, and remember
Winners are not people who never fail
But people who never quit
All I ever wanted was to sell
Records to the people make a lot of mil’, yessir
Rap to me, it was the holy grail
I’m gonna go and do it, I’m never gonna fail
Yeah, but first I gotta make it out of Hell

[Verse 1: Tech N9ne]
Wake up and I see crime
All of us we on it’s eat time
My homies love me yelling "Peace N9ne"
At the same time, throwing B signs
Throwing em back and repping the street, I’m
Doing music and I’m writing beast rhymes
But my V-Slimes, had no weak minds
Got with the music, started a group and we shine
Music gave us hella hope
Made it up out of the bangin’ and sellin’ dope
We were stronger than a bottle of Yoke
Till one of our members found a kid to grope
Then your honor gave the peddy the rope
Losing a man, the band began to slope
Never did think a plan was damned to croak
So doing it solo-dolo stands the G.O.A.T
Started making hella LP’s
2000, all the way to five, felt free
Because of the hand the label dealt me
But in ‘06 Fontana helped us melt cheese
Number one independent gonna be spending a ton of funds, in a minute
That’s when the government want the sums, then I send it
In a couple of months I’m done and replenished

[Bridge: Tech N9ne]
Everywhere I go, I’m selling out the show
Around the world I kill em and everybody know
Whenever we hit the studio and Tecca Nina drop, hot
Even though I will go toe to toe if somebody bang on me
But I’m rolling in the dough and I’m really respected and protected
Chances of me getting shot, not

[Verse 2: Tech N9ne]
Everyone loving the Tech
Publishin’, I get a check
Loving the cities that with me, the people that call me the best
I don’t have any regret, but it’s a bit of neglect
Missing my babies I love em and none of ’em leaving me yet
Feeling good like a villain should
In a mansion, but I’m still in hoods
Not like Trayvon, J’s on
Khaki shorts with a red tee like I will and could
I can conceal it my permits say
If evil happens to swerve this way
Hope nobody deserves quick spray
I feel an angelic surge this day
They feeling my songs
Been doing it long
They want me to sell ’em my CD right outta my home
Cos I’m in the zone
I’m putting em on in front of the store when a couple of police won’t leave me alone
Why they tripping?
I fit the description
It’s two of them rushing me I’m on a solo mission
To get people to listen, but they pushing and kicking me
I’m on the ground when they telling me, "Cause of a gun suspicion"
It was in my pocket, ain’t trying pop it
When they scared of a brother with a gun no one can stop it
Then one of em lost it, and then I was shot quick
Officers took me to heaven, I’m dead and with multiple rockets
Didn’t matter I was good and living inside a mansion next to ball players
‘Cause of the move he made was drastic now I lay in a casket carried by my pallbearers
Fears what I see, making em kill a G
Rotten apple in the batch; don’t tell the rest to flee
This happened in Baton, R-O-U-G-E, even I fit the description
What if it was me?

[Verse 3: Krizz Kaliko]
What if it was me
What if I never got the one chance to be
Everything and everywhere I go, I wouldn’t see
If by your hand you took that from me
But what if it were me?
Laying right there
I’ll never get up again, it’s so unfair
My babies cry out
You never cared
Things that we do make each other so scared
So what if it was you there?
(Should I just) Take your life
(Should I bust) Make your wife widowed, withered, hugging the pillow
The scent of you still on her
Spirit she feels on her
The whole world weeps
Blood we all spill on her
And I know, it’s ill will; the pill’s hard to swallow
How should I feel when I’m being followed (followed)
By the words that you say to me? (Crazy)
And you saved my life, take my life

[Outro: Krizz Kaliko & *Tech N9ne*]
I gotta fight, all of the night with cops, crips, bloods with sore fists
I gotta fight, all of the night with cops, crips, bloods with sore fists
I gotta fight, all of the night with cops, crips, bloods with sore fists
*I gotta fight, all of the night with cops, crips, bloods with sore fists and them Nazis*

Tech N9ne – Til I’m Gone (feat. Kiddo A.I.) (The Storm Deluxe Edition Album)

[Intro: Tech N9ne]
I made a mistake
Now you can choose to stay and live with that mistake
Or you can beat me over the head with it over and over
Til I’m gone

[Hook: Kiddo A.I.]
Beat it til it’s broke and closed
Til I’m gone, til I’m gone
Decided just to fall in ruins
So I’m gone, so I’m gone
You know you’re my highlight
Fell into the limelight
Break me, I’ll be all right
Know that I’ll be all right
You know you’re my highlight
Fell into the limelight
Break me, I’ll be all right
Know that I’ll be all right

[Verse 1: Tech N9ne]
If you’re blinded by the limelight that shines bright
On this individual’s residuals fond switch
Your mind might rip up the mess to design fights
To cry heif, destined to plummet in hindsight
If you feel you in my shadow and females’ll get you rattled
With every tale they tattle, you raise hell in battle
Let us jail and hassle when the Queendom fails the castle
She unveils the shackles trying to bail is natural
You still here but complaints they stick
‘Cause my life is too complicated and ain’t basic
So the saint may split
Stay after that hiccup, you can’t play vict
No you can’t say sh…

[Hook: Kiddo A.I.]
Beat it til it’s broke and closed
Til I’m gone, til I’m gone
Decided just to fall in ruins
So I’m gone, so I’m gone
You know you’re my highlight
Fell into the limelight
Break me, I’ll be all right
Know that I’ll be all right
You know you’re my highlight
Fell into the limelight
Break me, I’ll be all right
Know that I’ll be all right

[Verse 2: Tech N9ne]
You chose to ride on this carousel
Anything petty I para-sail over
You stay where there is hell
I’m drowning in Seroquel
Embarrassed this resembles marriage under a terror spell
Running free even though the cerebel isn’t parallel
I do something you think is shady and you stay
Says you agree with us moving forward and we like okay
But a year later that means you can’t take us back to that day
If so, better watch what you say ’cause it’ll have us in disarray
Ay, so beat it til it’s broke and closed
Break me down it won’t be smooth like lotioned bows
Chosen souls meet the love potion flows
But when the oceans froze that’s when we get ghost and rogue
Baby

[Hook: Kiddo A.I.]
Beat it til it’s broke and closed
Til I’m gone, til I’m gone
Decided just to fall in ruins
So I’m gone, so I’m gone
You know you’re my highlight
Fell into the limelight
Break me, I’ll be all right
Know that I’ll be all right
You know you’re my highlight
Fell into the limelight
Break me, I’ll be all right
Know that I’ll be all right

[Bridge: Kiddo A.I]
Break me, I’ll be on my own
Back home, I’ll be good
Break me, I’ll be on my own
Back home, I’ll be good

[Outro: Tech N9ne]
Don’t do it
Move forward
You keep nagging me over and over
Till I’m Gone

Tech N9ne – The Long Way (feat. Krizz Kaliko) (The Storm Deluxe Edition Album)

[Intro: Tech N9ne]
Tech Nina, lets get it
Mama told me get it and I did
Make a beautiful livin’ for my kids
Man, I’m really in love with my gig
Wasn’t always known I couldn’t take the throne ’till I raced for home and I slid
For my [?] where I lived
But the Yates was growin’ in my biz
And I couldn’t even afford Reebok’s
It was Payless shoes and holy socks
Then I started to earn G-knots, screamin’ F-T-I on TV spots
Livin’ the lovely life we chose
Still I’m livin’ it by street codes
Pain and poverty put these flows in Beast Mode
Here we go

[Verse 1: Tech N9ne]
The road to my success from here was not a block away
On the coast they told me I’ma part with Travis, not today
We just wanted what’s hot to play
But they gave me no slot to slay
Even though I’m not Lecrae, every day Tecca Nina would drop to pray
On my knees in a cot
There was multiple beds in my spot
So let the champagne pop, everybody feelin’ my gang, gang lots
Took a lot of hard work to get guap, when you comin’ from a scarred turf, could be stopped
From the hurtful dirt to the top
Yeah we gonna celebrate today cause we got

[Hook: Tech N9ne]
Let the song play (We got it)
‘Cause we done came a long way (We got it)
They know we get that grown pay (We got it)
Now they mess with me the long way (We got it)
The long way
Let the song play (We got it)
‘Cause we done came a long way (We got it)
They know we get that grown pay (We got it)
Now they mess with me the long way (We got it)
The long way

[Verse 2: Krizz Kaliko]
Too big and too ugly, would you ever love me?
Every city we visit, we get it, but people they look at us funny
I feel like I’m way too fat, but what I’m packin’ is making them kitties get after ’em
They hearing me flippin’ and rip the back up out the track, then they trackin’ a pack of ’em
Applause, applause, now we sell it enough to get our house and our cars up
Gotta get them bars up to be part of the upper echelon and hit the stars up
And we did it
Me and Nina stay committed to our art, we always doin’ our part
We get it
And we knew we gettin’ the cheese or we siezin’ our G’s up, Jesus
Only breaking from making ’em rock
The pushin’ manuever been making the block
Indusin’, I’m cool when I’m oozin’
I’m cruisin’ the planet, they think I’m faking a lot
I gotta get to the money, gotta get to the money, and they think I’m making a lot
I’m keepin’ a millimeter pilly under the tummy for dummies, if they wanna plot
New money, I ain’t trying to save, cause I just made it
Look at my royalty state, thank God for the ones who gave it
Lots of props for the ones who made it
Cause this road ain’t paved
Sippin’ till I’m elevated
We made it, so we gon’

[Hook: Tech N9ne]
Let the song play (We got it)
‘Cause we done came a long way (We got it)
They know we get that grown pay (We got it)
Now they mess with me the long way (We got it)
The long way
Let the song play (We got it)
‘Cause we done came a long way (We got it)
They know we get that grown pay (We got it)
Now they mess with me the long way (We got it)
The long way

[Verse 3: Tech N9ne]
Yeah, we started this Strange Music in Trav’s basement
Now we gonna have our fifth Strange building because we had patience
And I got all these mass payments with a mad cadence
Kill it when I rip it up, I’m makin’ ’em listen, not pickin’ me up, and I never have a cash craving
We appreciate this, so we create hits
See me lay this, inebriated
And we be faded, indeed we stay lit
From the oddest, to people listen, and look at me Godish
Not a time for Nina to be modest
People celebrate with me ’cause we got it

[Hook: Tech N9ne]
Let the song play (We got it)
‘Cause we done came a long way (We got it)
They know we get that grown pay (We got it)
Now they mess with me the long way (We got it)
The long way
Let the song play (We got it)
‘Cause we done came a long way (We got it)
They know we get that grown pay (We got it)
Now they mess with me the long way (We got it)
The long way

Tech N9ne – Fuh What (The Storm Deluxe Edition Album)

[Intro:]
Blah, blah, blah, bitch
Using bid’ness just to sit up on my dick
How I know is cause she asking for my Addie, Addie
When we at work, she hopin’ that we both be chatty patties
Yeah?

[Hook]
Fuh what?
They want your number so they can call you
Fuh what?
Just to come over to cook for all you
Fuh what?
Thought she was thirsty and it was all true
Only business she want is hopin’ you let her fall through
Fuh what?
They want your number so they can call you
Fuh what?
Just to come over to cook for all you
Fuh what?
Thought she was thirsty and it was all true
Only business she want is hopin’ you let her fall through
Fuh what?

[Verse 1]
Givin’ y’all the shout of the day
We celebrating, we no longer selling powder for pay
Though the ladies really wanna question without a delay
They beat around the bush instead of gettin’ it out of the way
Come to my success, we yelling "Prost" (Prost!)
I can never blame the bitches wanting to get close
Cause this independent game, we make the most
That’s why all the ladies asking me "Can we get ghost?"
(Ghost!)
Then these ladies wanna fuck down
But they want us all to hush now
Instead of saying she wants her guts pounded, she think of everything to cut ’round it
I’ma just tell you to cut to the chase
You want the D, and you up for the taste
Lie and run away, got lots of people
They rushing for our way like fucking seagulls
Wanna see you after hours, to cut
But instead of steppin’, like a coward, you stuck
Wanna come and make me chowder? drink some Amaretto Sours?
Play that Absolute Power louder to fu-fu..

[Hook]
Fuh what?
They want your number so they can call you
Fuh what?
Just to come over to cook for all you
Fuh what?
Thought she was thirsty and it was all true
Only business she want is hopin’ you let her fall through
Fuh what?
They want your number so they can call you
Fuh what?
Just to come over to cook for all you
Fuh what?
Thought she was thirsty and it was all true
Only business she want is hopin’ you let her fall through
Fuh what?

[Verse 2]
I ain’t with that phony shit
Stop acting like we got bid’ness when you wanted to only sit on thee dick
See me and passin’ you, wanna see you wag your tail
Worse that can happen is me telling you "Take this bag of L’s"
Hate you had to fail, cause really it was on groom-watch
Havin’ visions of you when I was livin’ up in the Boondocks
Bringin’ children up in the building, try’na consume shots
Blood-sucking bitches be the reason I keep my room locked
So keep a square bid’ness
The thing you really want from Tech Nina ain’t near bid’ness
They really quick to run up and offer you their digits
They got millionaire wishes
They want you to bare witness, to share kisses

[Hook]
Fuh what?
They want your number so they can call you
Fuh what?
Just to come over to cook for all you
Fuh what?
Thought she was thirsty and it was all true
Only business she want is hopin’ you let her fall through
Fuh what?
They want your number so they can call you
Fuh what?
Just to come over to cook for all you
Fuh what?
Thought she was thirsty and it was all true
Only business she want is hopin’ you let her fall through
Fuh what?

[Bridge]
Ringin’ my phone
Real late at night when my bitch is at home
I can’t believe it, this got me heated
How you gon’ hit me this late ’bout a song

[Verse 3]
Bitch, watch your lip quick
Let us be realistic
If you come in fraudulent, you’ll never sit on this dick
She look at my Rollie
Barely even know me, wanna cook me some Bertolli
Question is: fuh what?
Answer is: to fuck!

[Outro:]
*laughing*
Keep it real baby bubble
Burning bridges being a bitch
Watch out!
Tech N9ne!
And she’s on call, fuh what?
They want your number so they can call you
Just to come over to cook for all you
Thought she was thirsty and it was all true
Only business she want is hopin’ you let her fall through

J.L. – Own Thang (The Storm Deluxe Edition Album)

[Intro:]
Nodding like the stereotypist, man

[Hook:]
Shades on, tattoos
Lookin’ like I’m bad news
All black, as uzh
Baby we don’t have roofs
Gold teeth, gold chain
Like I’m in the dope gang
So heat, so flame
Bitch I do my own thang
(Bitch I do my own thang)

[Verse 1:]
Mobbed out lookin’ like a G
See me comin’, make you wanna cross the street
Crooks lookin’ odd by the police
Throw peace, buddy, probably gold teeth
All red, I’m yelling "Go Chiefs"
Cross that, all black, no priest
I can tell you ain’t had no ass, like cold seats
Uptight, so sleek, no sheep
For all this ink I got in my skin, I see you hatin’
Tryin’ to read it to see if it’s gang related
Must be linked in, questionin’ me "Where Mary J at?"
Oh you need it? I probably can navigate it
That’s beside the point, I’m with the team, nigga we made it
Pop the bottle, they wanna know where we play at
That ain’t [?], like what I see and hate to say it
Is you with it, the shit, or you need a payment?
Got my..

[Hook:]
Shades on, tattoos
Lookin’ like I’m bad news
All black, as uzh
Baby we don’t have roofs
Gold teeth, gold chain
Like I’m in the dope gang
So heat, so flame
Bitch I do my own thang
Bitch I do my own thang (Bitch)
Bitch I do my own thang (Bitch)
Bitch I do my own thang

[Verse 2:]
Mobbed out, fifty peeps deep
From 25th and 56th Street
Now with J’s on, bitches get deep
Tell homie don’t bring a chick he can’t keep
Got my shades on in the town low-key
Fuckin’ dope, you fuck around and OD
Oh your name gone? Don’t look around and blame me
I be coolin’ [in the RDV?]
Offend your or something? You hatin’ as if I got a beef
The image assumption you made, I take a label, you see
Woah now, slow down, Joe Brown, Judge Judy
Take your top off if you not a cop off duty
I-I-I’m a wanted man, I’m a wanted man
I am what I am, I do what I can
Guessin’ I’m a boss by the way I stand
Want a pic and a boss? I’ma get a thang

[Hook:]
Shades on, tattoos
Lookin’ like I’m bad news
All black, as uzh
Baby we don’t have roofs
Gold teeth, gold chain
Like I’m in the dope gang
So heat, so flame
Bitch I do my own thang
Bitch I do my own thang (Bitch)
Bitch I do my own thang (Bitch)
Shades on, tattoos
Lookin’ like I’m bad news
All black, as uzh
Baby we don’t have roofs
Gold teeth, gold chain
Like I’m in the dope gang
So heat, so flame
Bitch I do my own thang
Bitch I do my own thang (Bitch)
Bitch I do my own thang (Bitch)
Bitch I do my own thang

Tech N9ne – Choosin (feat. Brandoshis) (The Storm Deluxe Edition Album)

Had a shindig everybody in mi casa
When I was approached by a lady trying to blend me proper
When she asked if I really was the king of the choppers
Bitch, I’m Mufasa

Let me know if you rolling
Let me know if you down
‘Cause I see you choosing
You know I hold it down
Even though I came a long way from the blocks
Still wave my finger to the cops
I see you like what I got
So let me know if you rolling
Let me know if you down
I see you choosing

Aye
With this bimbo, hit this indo
Said she wanna give me hella vicious dingo
‘Bout to make the music crescendo
So don’t nobody hear me knock it out with the quickness Kimbo
So I had to get the bitch’s info
The top was mental, lovely ladies suck it, stay silento
Resemble monkey wrench though
I don’t need your credentials
We men though
Leave you in light and leave you in limbo
She chose
N9ne I’m impossible to figure and decode
She wanna really welcome me to the freak show
She fuck with the homies, Sav Siccness and Bleezo
She said that both of my homies they gave her the heave ho
But she never had me killin’ it befo’
So I gave her the meat and it was more than Rodigo
She coming to every blur party we throw
(Tim Tebow)
Fakers be oozing illusions
They said they banging, but they moving and grooving
That’s why the ladies want the dude with the fusion
Of indica oil and Keith who’d’n and coolin’
Stuffed and puffed like a Cuban
You trippin’, she left with us
You get bruised and contusions
Used and abused and fooled
‘Cause Tecca N9na, she choosin’

Let me know if you rolling
Let me know if you down
‘Cause I see you choosing
You know I hold it down
Even though I came a long way from the blocks
Still wave my finger to the cops
I see you like what I got
So let me know if you rolling
Let me know if you down
I see you choosing

Aye
Choosin’ me because I make her nod
Wanna eat my dick up like a brat
Ya niggas hope that Tecca N9na rot
They never close enough to get a shot
‘Cause I be chilling way up at the top
But we never too comfortable and thinking it won’t pop
You can bet that the heaters on my family stay cocked
And my governors ready for the petty who said he hot
‘Cause I beat, beat, beat, beat, beat her
With the d and not D Jeter
Then I found out she a queef skeeter
When I mixed OJ with the Beef-eater
Your girly’s punani it was a deep greeter
Coming at me you’ll be a hit by the peace bleeder
I’m a beast I beat beep and she’s cheater
She want me in her mouth, I will at least feed her
You know the rules of the game
Your bitch just chose me
We can handle this like we got some class or
Get into the gangster shit if you tripping low-key
Women is never nothing to steal
When you making hella bread and you go from here to Brazil
So you gotta know I’m the nigga that she wanna get to for big thrills for real

Let me know if you rolling
Let me know if you down
‘Cause I see you choosing
You know I hold it down
Even though I came a long way from the blocks
Still wave my finger to the cops
I see you like what I got
So let me know if you rolling
Let me know if you down
I see you choosing

Darrein Safron – Ignorance (The Storm Deluxe Edition Album)

[Verse 1]
Ain’t it crazy how we on now, used to scrape change for a dollar
Dad used to say, "No money no power no honor", given if you had no problems
Came from the struggle like Doc come from college
I put on for my city ’cause they need that
Opportunity, my city don’t see that
I look out from the look-outs
Give me that chance, I’mma flip that shit like a free pack
I don’t wanna work on that minimum wage
That shit was made to keep us in our place
Tell them I’m good on that figurative cage
So icy look like I figurative skate
I try to preach to the crowd like I’m Mase
Better watch out for your girl cause she feeling it
Ate up the fake and threw up some real in it
Hard when you come from a city of ignorance

[Pre-Hook]
They want me to sing about women cause that’s what the radio plays
But fuck it, don’t care if they feel it I’m doing this anyways
Got to put on for the city cause the homies still back at the crib

[Hook]
We used to talk that shit, now we live that shit, and we ain’t even supposed to be rich
We from that
Bottom
(Ignorance)
Bottom
(Ignorance, ignorance, ignorance)
Bottom
(Ignorance)
And we ain’t even supposed to be rich, we from that
Bottom
(Ignorance, Ignorance)
Bottom
(Ignorance, ignorance, ignorance)
Bottom

[Bridge]
And we flying now
And we flying now
And we flying now

[Verse 2]
Ain’t it crazy how we on now, pockets on strong now
Remember when we used to be out wylin’ saying
"We was the ones" like we should of been and "Why the fuck we out here in this long line" and
"Getting me to get a job Mom, stop trying"
Silver surfer out here looking for a silver lining
The signal [?] my city crying
But this is brilliant ignorance, yeah they know about us
I put it down where your mother at
Shout out to Swiff, where my brother at
Shout out to Basquiat, glad you got out of that
Shot you for nothing and we don’t want none of that
Boys’ said he ran from them, shots like a running back
And put my enemies in front of that
Throw up some real in it
Hard, when you come from a city of ignorance

[Pre-Hook]
They want me to sing about women cause that’s what the radio plays
But fuck it, don’t care if they feel it I’m doing this anyways
Got to put on for the city cause the homies still back at the crib

[Hook]
We used to talk that shit, now we live that shit, and we ain’t even supposed to be rich
We from that
Bottom
(Ignorance)
Bottom
(Ignorance, ignorance, ignorance)
Bottom
(Ignorance)
And we ain’t even supposed to be rich, we from that
Bottom
(Ignorance, ignorance)
Bottom
(Ignorance, ignorance, ignorance)
Bottom

[Outro]
And we flying now
And we flying now
And we flying now
And we flying now
Yeah we flying now
And we flying now

Mackenzie Nicole – Deleted (The Storm Deluxe Edition Album)

[Intro:] (x4)
Yeah (yeah)

[Verse 1:]
Say what you gotta say, yeah
Turn around and run the other way (other way), yeah
Read it, read it, yeah you said it
That’s the price I gotta pay
So keep doin’ what you’re doin’ if it feels right
Is that really what it takes to make you sleep at night? (Alright)
You didn’t have to look me up
Now I’m looking down to try

[Hook:]
You don’t like what you see? (Deleted)
I don’t know what you want me to be (Deleted)
And I came here to do me (Deleted)
And so if you don’t agree
Deleted

[Post-Hook:]
I could just keep it inside, you could ignore what I said
No, I got nothing to hide, plus you don’t know where I stand
It’s not about you, it’s about me
You Actin’ Like you Know, so you can go

[Bridge:]
Tear me down, tear me down, tear me down
Let me down, let me down

[Verse 2:]
Can you say it to my face?
Kinda hurts me, but it fades
I’m feeling kinda like "What’ev"
Keep on throwing shade
So keep doin’ what you’re doin’ if it feels right
Is that really what it takes to make you sleep at night? (Alright)
See I love it, love it, love it
The city’ll see, watch me rise above it

[Hook:]
You don’t like what you see? (Deleted)
I don’t know what you want me to be (Deleted)
And I came here to do me (Deleted)
And so if you don’t agree
Deleted

[Post-Hook:]
I could just keep it inside, you could ignore what I said
No, I got nothing to hide, plus you don’t know where I stand
It’s not about you, it’s about me
You Actin’ Like you Know, so you can go

[Bridge:]
Tear me down, tear me down, tear me down
Let me down, let me down easy
Tear me down, tear me down, tear me down
Let me down, let me down

[Hook:]
You don’t like what you see? (Deleted)
I don’t know what you want me to be (Deleted)
And I came here to do me (Deleted)
And so if you don’t agree
Deleted

[Post-Hook:]
I could just keep it inside, you could ignore what I said
No, I got nothing to hide, plus you don’t know where I stand
It’s not about you, it’s about me
You Actin’ Like you Know, so you can go

Ces Cru – Gridlock (The Storm Deluxe Edition Album)

[Intro: Ubiquitous] (x2)
You heard about it but, couldn’t believe it
That they would kill a man, just for breathin’
And you were thinking fat chance there’s a reason
Until you hear the BLAT BLAT then you see it

[Verse 1: Ubiquitous]
Well okay now they thinking that the gunplay
Was just an isolated thing from the one place
I tell ’em hell naw keep a celly cell on
And follow Philando, Alton and Delrawn
Out in Dallas they were caught up in the onslaught
Had a couple cop ducking from the pop pop
Body drop it was looking like he on top
Then they killed that motherfucker with the bomb bot
Now we cooking up the beef and the grill hot
You ain’t heard about the deal with the Chilcot
It’s a jagged little pill and the pill caught
In your throat and you wonder when it will stop
Greenpeace on the beach for the whale watch
Innocent still sittin’ in a cell block
Got you wishin’ on a tail of the Hale-Bopp
Lookin’ for the gold ticket in the mailbox
Got a broke down livin’ in my locale
Killa city block business you ain’t know about
Donald Trump on a ticket we don’t know how
Everybody lined up hopin’ that their vote count
Maybe for their kids sake, how do you dictate
The real winner when they runnin’ in a fixed race
Either which way, whoever you pick payed off by the rich motherfuckers in a big way
Gridlock on the government of this day, and everybody in the senate on a sick day
Lawmakers all caught up in the red tape, I read about it and I’m feeling like a headcase
Now they sayin’ that I might’ve made a mistake, and I probably shoulda put it on a mixtape
Instead I put it on my name is on a list tape
And if they kill me then my baby mama gets paid FUCK Y’ALL

[Hook]
We can pretend we don’t see it like our lids, locked
Look the government is all caught up in grid, lock
Read about it and you wonder when will it, stop
Gotta get mine before I got caught up and get, got
Grid, lock
Look the government is all caught up in grid, lock
Read about it and you wonder when will it, stop
Gotta get mine before I get caught up and get, got

[Verse 2: Godemis]
Everybody so uneducated on the problem, I don’t think I’ll live to see the day that people solve it
Killin’ unarmed individuals in cold blood, now if that ain’t murder what the fuck am I to call it?
They don’t even give a shit and everybody saw it, why would they, when they running around lawless
Acting like a ghetto celebrity, when they floss it, worst kept secret everybody who lost it
What’s the repercussion for puttin’ bodies in coffins
When you got a family member running for office
Moving in the circle of real killers and bosses, who the one to lose and they never take any losses
Anybody be gone yes pardon me but your honor, I don’t want to be conned, and I don’t want to be conquered
I don’t want to be caged, and I don’t want to be master
I don’t want to be instrumental in a disaster
Murdering them and after, gathering all the data
I can see what the media thinking don’t really matter
People do what they gotta do to make a move up the ladder
Sticking whoever long as their pockets are getting fatter
Mama’s are getting madder, daddy don’t give a damn
If people are in the street dedicating the jam, I’m looking at mother nature hollering no ma’am
Killing the little piggy literally going ham
And the fat cats acting like they know best
Live a carefree life feeling no stress
Will they ever pay for it never know I guess
But they don’t give a shit about a protest
I said the fat cats acting like they know best
Live a carefree life feeling no stress
Will they ever pay for it never know I guess
But they don’t give a shit about a protest

[Hook]
We can pretend we don’t see it like our lids, locked
Look the government is all caught up in grid, lock
Read about it and you wonder when will it, stop
Gotta get mine before I got caught up and get, got
Grid, lock
Look the government is all caught up in grid, lock
Read about it and you wonder when will it, stop
Gotta get mine before I get caught up and get, got

[Outro]
Grid, lock
Gotta get mine before I get caught up and- (Gunshots and screaming)

Wrekonize – Last Day Alive (The Storm Deluxe Edition Album)

[Verse 1]
5 o’clock moving like a rattlesnake in Venice
Shedding off my monkey suit well that’ll take a minute
Hold the door for me brothers and sisters it’s time to jettison
The world’s passing by I think it’s bout time that they let us in
My medicine is like better gin
Ice cold juiced sentiments
By all means I’m meddling
With a vibe to thrive like gentlemen
If I said I’m in i meant I’m in Cuz life’s short like seconds and
I don’t sleep I’m on bed of pins I’m trying to live in excellence
I feel my heart pumping blood pressure rising
Time is racing by me think a lot about my dying
I know it sounds morbid but my Scorpio is rising
And there’s final destinations all around me multiplying
I’m vying finding the Mayans to ask about my compliance
With living another life and buying up all the zions
They say this life is short but I got many more to give
Shit What would you wanna do if you had 24 to live?

[Hook]
Another day another plateau
Enjoying every place that i go
This may be just a tad taboo
But let’s get it like it’s running past due
Another night another chateau
Enjoying every place that I go
Just get it
Ya see cuz you never know
You never know
It could be your last day alive

[Verse 2]
And if it was my last day on this spinning shrub
I’d feel above cuz I lived it up
I’ve broke hearts i’ve been in love
I’ve got money i spent money
I’ve overfed and i been hungry
Ive moonlit and I been sunny
What more could they get from me
Been to Paris been to Rome
Been mobbed up and I been alone
Been a basket case on a simple throne
Masking tape on a sinful dome
Patches holding my right to fly
Strung up fast to the light an sky
If time runs this here fountain dry
Theres a few things i’d still like to try
Jump out of a plane and in 2 minutes feel relief
Cuz life is pretty sweet
When you’ve just fallen twenty thousand feet
I’d like to see the northern lights
I’d like to shoot around the sun
I’d like to see more of my wife
I’d like if we produced a son
This playing field is made to kill
But we survive what a crazy deal
If you want more time better pray for real
Cuz we all ain’t trained like navy seals
They say this life is short
But I got many more to give
Shit What would you wanna do if you had 24 to live?

[Hook]
Another day another plateau
Enjoying every place that i go
This may be just a tad taboo
But let’s get it like it’s running past due
Another night another chateau
Enjoying every place that I go
Just get it
Ya see cuz you never know
You never know
It could be your last day alive

[Verse 3]
Well what a life if i could hit that button twice
I’d stuff it like i want another strike
Trying to cut it like a butter knife
I seen things i wanna see more
Trying to cheat death on a detour
I wanna plant life Audrey’s store
Like come on feed me Seymour
What you doing if you ain’t living life like
To the top of cup and the light bright
You better get a ticket to the fight night
Cuz it’ll hit ya when you not up night night
I ain’t trying to leave quick
Trying to do the right thing Spike Lee shit
Better hold it down with a viking grip
Cuz the world moves quick with a lightning tip
I need to feel the breeze and the ease of ibiza
Soaking in all the features of being overachievers
I know i’ve said it before this life is truly caustic
So i refuse to be it’s hostage and that’s a promise
So gimme smiles and gimme fam
Gimme sights from another land
Gimme guile and gimme grand
Running miles for the modern man
They say this life is short but I got many more to give
So i’mma live it like i just had 24 to live

[Hook]
Another day another plateau
Enjoying every place that i go
This may be just a tad taboo
But let’s get it like it’s running past due
Another night another chateau
Enjoying every place that I go
Just get it
Ya see cuz you never know
You never know
It could be your last day alive

Tech N9ne – Kansas City (feat. The Popper & Rich The Factor) (The Storm Deluxe Edition Album)

[Intro: Tech N9ne]
People jeffin’ my checks be nice sums
By the way the way that I talk you can guess where I’m from

[Hook:]
Kansas City! Kansas City!
Kansas City, Kansas City, Kansas City

[Verse 1: Tech N9ne]
Hell yeah, I was born in Wayne Minor, projects
Most people carry them waistliner, objects
904 Michigan Imma grow kickin’ them rhymes and flow quick ‘n in time that’s what made N9ner progess
This is history Young Rich and Dun-deala team up with Mr. T
Even though none of our names are listed, we grew up with
Ollie, Ollie, Ollie, Ollie Gates and I got all my jolly and gaudiness from Maudie Yates
City staple like "Go Chicken Go" get dough, the most dickin’ flow
When I’m rollin’ all around the globe I be fo’ sure missin’ MO’
In my city man I really love the fitties though they gritty
How bad is talkin’ down like we itty-bitty, pretty
You better be, wrapped up when the weather freeze
Threat in the dead of summer, super sweat on your head degrees let it free
That is me on the home I put cheddar cheese
Tech’ll be reppin’ definitely I betcha I never leave…

[Hook:]
Kansas City! (Born) Kansas City! (Love)
Kansas City, Kansas City, Kansas City (Hell yeah)

[Verse 2: The Popper]
We bring the energy, the electricity to volts
We the Kansas City hearbeat, we Kansas City pulse
This past post day, Jordan got us crispy
Truce was a slave owner Google up that history
Kansas Citian’s out of town, root hearted
In Dallas at Wizards in Atlanta at U-Bar
In my blue car, rollin’ with that merch on me
I’m K.C. till I’m 6 in the dirt homie
Kansas City it’ll make you or break you
Shortcut through the hood 7-1 straight through
Stay true to the turf rep it like Shane Ray
Tatted on his back with the towel in his game day
Strange laid the foundation landmark major factor
Name’s raised sky high now they raise the rafters (Raise the rafters)
A victory for our hometown if they didn’t know me (Who’s The Popper?)
Now they know me

[Hook:]
Kansas City! Kansas City!
Kansas City, Kansas City, Kansas City

[Verse 3: Rich The Factor]
K.C.’s the town, home of the go-getters
I’ve been stackin’ for years we gettin’ more skrilla
Chiefs on Sunday, we tailgate and root for em
I’m like a young Andy Reid that’s how I move on em
Coastin’ through town, stayin’ mostly through the town
Push a foreign through the turf I be floatin’ through the town
Yeah, when a deal go down I’m probably in on it
We like the Royals we hustle until we win
We need some goggles all these champagne bottles poppin’
Campaignin’ with Tech N9ne and the homie Popper
K.C. brims and shirts you know we stay reppin’
Peachtree or Niece’s for a big breakfast
Club Empire standin’ on the club sofas
Rockin’ fresh Force Ones like they some Gucci loafers
Blockstars and rockstars like the Doobie Brothers
Holla at our city come on go head and say it for us

[Hook:]
Kansas City! Kansas City!
Kansas City, Kansas City, Kansas City
Kansas City! Kansas City!
Kansas City, Kansas City, Kansas City
Kansas City! Kansas City!
Kansas City, Kansas City, Kansas City
Kansas City! Kansas City!
Kansas City, Kansas City, Kansas City

Tech N9ne – Wet (The Storm Deluxe Edition Album)

I ain’t spilling nothin’
And I’m really struttin’
This liquor feel all sudden
Eee-ia-ia-ia
Hit the floor like woah, ain’t no tellin’ what Bianca fo’ sho’ my go
Make hella doe like blow but it
Must be that vodka that’s making me hot as fuck

Look at me I’m sweating like I hit a sherm stick
Fishnet, hairnet to cover my perm bitch
That’s how I feel right now, I ain’t concerned with the germs
Here to kill right now
I come to termss with the lost of my swisher right when I passed it to a bad bitch
Maybe she’ll let me take home that ass, hit and casket it
Functional drunk and I masted it, fast with it
Asking if this chick wanna dip and dap and let me smash it a bit
Talkin’ bout wet? Gave her the woop wap she shoutin’ out "Tech"
Nina boppa seen the proper thing that brought the cream
I’m bout the jeans and I’m bout the zing zing leaders spot
And flee to the block and I free her like a stream
Whole team keep it’s hot grits, I do not spit shit if it is not lit
So much liquor mixing in here I might be toxic
Sweating like fire, and bombing fluids where I drop sticks

In this thang dripping like I’m on we-we-wet
Whole body on my face full of swe-swe-sweat
On my level everybody try’na ge-ge-get
I don’t get that stress when I rep that shit
In this thang dripping like I’m on we-we-wet
Whole body on my face full of swe-swe-sweat
On my level everybody try’na ge-ge-get
Must be that vodka that’s making me hot as fuck

Sweating like I took a dip in the pool
Mixing your liquors’ll hit ya, have you tripping a fool
My hitters’ll get ya, tryin’ flip, ain’t tryin’ to get to the tool
We ain’t boolies, when we bickin’ we bool, we on the couch we Tom Cruise
Spillin’ Bom booze on shoes
Anybody that test us, you gon’ lose
So let’s spark a blizzy, take a drizzy, pop a pizzy, get so dizzy
Grab a brizzy, then get busy, Kansas Cizzy in Missizi
Cause the way my bank account is set up, I can’t be the dad
But after 12 a.m. I can bread up, then it’s on
We’ll be gettin’ zoned to their moans
DTF ladies comin’ to make a poan, we record it with a drone

I ain’t spilling nutt’n
And I’m really struttin’
This liquor feel all sudden
Eee-ia-ia-ia
Hit the floor like woah, ain’t no tellin’ what Bianca fo’ sho’ my go
Make hella doe like blow but it
Must be that vodka, feel like I’m wearing Chewbacca

In this thang dripping like I’m on we-we-wet
Whole body on my face full of swe-swe-sweat
On my level everybody try’na ge-ge-get
I don’t get that stress when I rep that shit
In this thang dripping like I’m on we-we-wet
Whole body on my face full of swe-swe-sweat
On my level everybody try’na ge-ge-get
Must be that vodka that’s making me hot as fuck

Don’t ever try to be me, yeah
I know what you do when you see me
I’m makin’ it look so easy
But you don’t really wanna copy me
Don’t ever try to be me, yeah
Everybody just…
‘Cause when we hit the town, it’s goin’ down

In this thang dripping like I’m on we-we-wet
Whole body on my face full of swe-swe-sweat
On my level everybody try’na ge-ge-get
I don’t get that stress when I rep that shit
In this thang dripping like I’m on we-we-wet
Whole body on my face full of swe-swe-sweat
On my level everybody try’na ge-ge-get
Must be that…
Lovely wet…

Murs – Colossus (The Storm Deluxe Edition Album)

[Intro]
One time for the D-boys
Two times for the decoys
Three strikes never bring joy
Fourth time built to destroy
One time for the jail cell
Two times for crack sales
Three times for that West air
4-5 rest in peace, nigga free male

[Hook]
Hood nigga, hood nigga, I’m Colossus
(a hundred fifty grand in my Nike shoe boxes)
Hood nigga, hood nigga, I’m Colossus
(a hundred fifty grand in my Nike shoe boxes)
Hood nigga, hood nigga, I’m Colossus
(a hundred fifty grand in my Nike shoe boxes)
Hood nigga, hood nigga, I’m Colossus
(a hundred fifty grand in my Nike shoe boxes)

[Verse 1]
I’m 6’4" bench about five hundred
That’s how I make the block run exactly how I want it
I stay stuntin’ niggas hatin’ but it won’t stop
They hate to see a big nigga when he on top
Gucci flip-flops, bought it for some props
Couple racks ain’t shit but for them that’s a lot
They sucking cock for a bottle of Ciroc
Let the homies run through him then it’s back to the block
Niggas making drops in my momma mailbox
‘Cause I’m serving everything from the pills to the rocks
On the porch in my crocs so I look like a square
The neighbors like to talk shi- do you think that I care?
I’m a fucking millionaire and I do it all cash
Tellin’ Uncle Sam he can kiss my ass
They say "it won’t last" but I’m almost thirty
And I keep my Jays clean but my money stay dirty

[Hook]
Hood nigga, hood nigga, I’m Colossus
(a hundred fifty grand in my Nike shoe boxes)
Hood nigga, hood nigga, I’m Colossus
(a hundred fifty grand in my Nike shoe boxes)
Hood nigga, hood nigga, I’m Colossus
(a hundred fifty grand in my Nike shoe boxes)
Hood nigga, hood nigga, I’m Colossus
(a hundred fifty grand in my Nike shoe boxes)

[Verse 2]
Bunch of orange boxes filled up with bank rolls
Money bring a lot of jealousy and stank hoes
But when you on you gotta treat it like cologne
It’s the smell of success that you just can’t clone
Make your fans tap your phone
Make a bitch nigga wanna put one in your dome
Even when I’m home gotta stay with the chrome
If a nigga try to creep I can peep him on my phone
Got cameras on the outside, hammers with me outside
Homies get nervous when they standin’ with me outside
I understand I’m a fucking wanted man
Nigga pop me like I said that’s a cool hundred grand
Used to be hand and hand, had a five year plan
Selling dope, but it ain’t nothin’ but a pyramid scam
It’s only so long you can sit up at the top
So when I finally get shot, won’t nobody be shocked

[Hook]
Hood nigga, hood nigga, I’m Colossus
(a hundred fifty grand in my Nike shoe boxes)
Hood nigga, hood nigga, I’m Colossus
(a hundred fifty grand in my Nike shoe boxes)
Hood nigga, hood nigga, I’m Colossus
(a hundred fifty grand in my Nike shoe boxes)
Hood nigga, hood nigga, I’m Colossus
(a hundred fifty grand in my Nike shoe boxes)