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Hillsong Worship – Look To The Son (Lyric Video)

Oh we look to the Son
Set our eyes on our Saviour
See the image of love
Sing His praises forever
Oh we look to the Son
Oh we look to the Son
Salvation
Tearing through the dead of night
See the kingdom burst into colour
At the speed of light
Freedom
Shaking up the atmosphere
As the shadows fade into nothing
As the day appears
Beyond the skies above
Love reaching out for us
The Everlasting One
Jesus our God
Oh we look to the Son
Set our eyes on our Saviour
See the image of love
Sing His praises forever
Oh we look to the Son
Creation
Waking up to Kingdom come
See the hope of Heaven
Shining like the rising sun
Now forever
Lifted up from death to life
There’s no fear in love
And no darkness in His endless light (Jesus)
Beyond the skies above
Love reaching out for us
The Everlasting One
Jesus our God
Oh we look to the Son
Set our eyes on our Saviour
See the image of love
Sing His praises forever
Oh we look to the Son
Oh we look to the Son, yeah
Beyond the skies above
Love reaching out for us
The Everlasting One
Jesus our God
Beyond the skies above
Love reaching out for us
The Everlasting One
Jesus our God
Oh we look to the Son
Oh we look to the Son, yeah, yeah
Oh we look to the Son
Set our eyes on our Saviour
See the image of love
Sing His praises forever
Oh we look to the Son
Oh we look to the Son

Gucci Mane – Last Time (feat. Travis Scott) (On Jimmel Kimmel) (Live)

[Intro: Gucci Mane + Travis Scott]
(Zaytoven)
Haah, Wop, Trav, hah
Just took half of it, wooh
Just took half of
Wizzop, haah

[Verse 1: Gucci Mane]
I love when my bitch get drunk cause she talk greasy to me
Nigga with an attitude, this shit gettin’ easy to me
The last time I drunk some lean I was out of my mind
Trappin’ gave me 20 years and that’s a whole lotta time
A married woman divorce her husband to spend the weekend with me
He think it nasty when she squirt but that shit sexy to me
The last time I took some molly, took a gram and a half
Niggas think they know ’bout Gucci but they don’t know the half
See I’m an ex-X popper and online shopper
Niggas thought I was a clone, they heard me speak proper
Convicted felon worth 10 million, I’m a well known robber
Like Shawty Lo I got 10 children, yeah, Lo my partner
Wop
[Hook: Travis Scott]
Last time I took drugs I just took half of it (hah)
Cause last time I took pills I had to smash a bitch (geek)
And last time I smoked gas I almost crashed a whip (skrt)
Last time I took drugs I just took half of it (half)
Last time I took drugs I just took half of it (hah wow)
Last time I took drugs I just took half of it

[Verse 2: Travis Scott]
Last time we took drugs you just took half of it (it’s lit)
Stretchin’ out my jeans just to make cash fit in (yeah)
Wake up every morning to some ass and grits
Raw dog all my birds, I’m tryna have some chicks
Fi-fie-fie-fo (yeah) Zone 6 to the Mo
La Flame linked with La Flare, yeah, that’s heat and snow
Goin’ in all year, 300 plus days long (straight up)
Makin’ money all year, talking 52 weeks strong
Better back up, give me space (yeah)
I want ice cream on your face
Goin’ Pharrell Williams on the case (oh my God)
Ohhhh, then we skate-skate-skate away
720 with the grind, landed, landed all fine

[Hook: Travis Scott]
Last time I took drugs I just took half of it
Cause last time I took pills I had to smash a bitch
And last time I smoked gas I almost crashed a whip
Last time I took drugs I just took half of it
Last time I took drugs I just took half of it (hah)
Last time I took drugs I just took half of it (hah)

[Verse 3: Gucci Mane]
The last time I went to Onyx man I ordered a dub
Tried to leave with every big booty bitch in the club
I bought a Rolex and a Lambi’ when I went to Miami (vroom)
The last time I seen little mama she wasn’t wearin’ no panties
Last time I went to Vegas, spent 200k gamblin’
I’m just an east Atlanta nigga servin’ junkies in Chamblee
The last time I tricked out I brought 4 hoes to my place
They call me Gucci Mane Picasso cause I painted they face
Guwop

[Hook: Travis Scott]
Last time I took drugs I just took half of it (hah)
Cause last time I took pills I had to smash a bitch (geek)
And last time I smoked gas I almost crashed a whip (skrt)
Last time I took drugs I just took half of it (half)
Last time I took drugs I just took half of it (hah wow)
Last time I took drugs I just took half of it

[Outro]
Burrr, Trav, blaow, it’s Gucci
(Straight up)
Hah, burrr, wow, bling, burrr
(Yeah, oh my God!)

Grace VanderWaal – Light The Sky (Lyric Video)

Stars, they got nothing on us
I don’t think you understand

Let’s go out and do something we’d never do
Cause I feel like I can do anything when
My head is spinning and my feet off the ground
When I can’t stop dancing like no one’s around
And yeah, I think we were born to shine

Cause the stars are dull when they’re compared to you and I
And if people don’t like it then they can close their eyes
Cause’ we’re not the same and we don’t have to try
We’re brighter than fireflies, we’re gonna light the sky

Ooh, oh, oh
Ooh, oh, oh oh
Ooh, oh, oh
Ooh, oh, oh oh

Light the sky
You and me, me and you
We will shine through
You and me, me and you
We will shine

Cause my head is spinning
And my feet off the ground
And I can’t stop dancing
Like no one’s around
And yeah I think we were born to shine

Cause the stars are dull when they’re compared to you and I
And if people don’t like it then they can close their eyes
Cause’ we’re not the same and we don’t have to try
We’re brighter than fireflies, we’re gonna light the sky

Ooh, oh, oh
Ooh, oh, oh oh
Ooh, oh, oh
Ooh, oh, oh oh
Light the sky

dodie – Sick Of Losing Soulmates

[Verse 1]
What a strange being you are, God knows where I’d be
If you hadn’t found me, sitting all alone in the dark
A dumb screenshot of youth
Watch how a cold broken teen
Will desperately lean upon a superglued human of proof

[Pre-Chorus]
What the hell would I be without you? (what the hell would I be?)
Brave face talk so lightly, hide the truth (hide the truth)

[Chorus]
Cause I’m sick of losing soulmates
So where do we begin?
I can finally see, you’re as fucked up as me
So how do we win?
Yeah, I’m sick of losing soulmates
Won’t be alone again
I can finally see, you’re as fucked up as me
So how do we win?

[Verse 2]
We will grow old as friends, I’ve promised that before
So what’s one more?
In our grey-haired circle, waiting for the end
Time and hearts will wear us thin
So which path will you take, cause we both know a break
Does exactly what it says on the tin

[Pre-Chorus]
What the hell would I be without you? (what the hell would I be?)
Brave face talk so lightly, hide the truth (hide the truth)

[Chorus]
Cause I’m sick of losing soulmates
So where do we begin?
I can finally see, you’re as fucked up as me
So how do we win?
Yeah, I’m sick of losing soulmates
Won’t be alone again
I can finally see, you’re as fucked up as me
So how do we win?

[Bridge]
I won’t take no for an answer (I won’t take no for an answer)
I won’t take no for an answer (I won’t take no for an answer)
I won’t take no (I won’t take no)
No, I won’t take no (I won’t take no)

[Chorus]
Cause I’m sick of losing soulmates
So where do we begin?
I can finally see, you’re as fucked up as me
So how do we win?
Yeah, I’m sick of losing soulmates
Won’t be alone again
I can finally see, you’re as fucked up as me
So how do we win?

Coheed And Cambria – Colors

[Verse 1]
I walk so tired so opaque
These words too many
I can’t share our culture’s casualty
Can’t see the forest from the trees
We laughed at a time that came and went
Colors boast from the east sky resting
Over nostalgia we retract
The now is ours but the then we can’t get back

[Chorus]
And when the world comes crashing down
Don’t make a move don’t make a sound
Just watch it fall, watch it come down and feel it as it goes
Does it feel good to let go?

[Verse 2]
I lost myself along the way
Restless nights mixed with purposeless days
Counting forward, taking steps
To a better man, the one you can live with

[Chorus]
And when the world comes crashing down
Don’t make a move don’t make a sound
Just watch it fall, watch it come down and feel it as it goes
Does it feel good to let go?

[Bridge]
Full of color
All she’s made of
Melancholy waits to count her scars

[Chorus]
And when the world comes crashing down
Don’t make a move don’t make a sound
Just watch it fall, watch it come down and feel it as it goes
Does it feel good to let go?

Ab-Soul – Raw (Backwards)

[Intro: Ab-Soul]
Raw backwards on all you rappers
Raw backwards on all you rappers
Raw backwards on all you rappers
Raw backwards on all you rappers
Raw backwards on all you rappers
Raw backwards on all you rappers
Raw backwards on all you rappers

[Verse 1: Ab-Soul]
What’s happenin’? Another baptism by Pastor Black Lip
I’m mashin’ across the masses, my movement massive
I’m low-key, like a locksmith workin’ on both knees
You nosy, wire tap vans, got fur where my toes be
I’m cosy, act like you know me
Wicked as Aleister Crowley, I just might OD
Overly dedicated, just like my homie
Second to none in the first place, I need a trophy
Doing whatever I please, it’s like, "Fuck your feelings!"
Man, I got so many flows, them shits come with ceilings
What’s my name? They call me Ab-Soul, the Abstract Asshole
I’m levitatin’, way too crazy
Way too wavy for your sandcastle

[Hook: Ab-Soul]
Aye, man, what’s happenin’?
Another baptism by Pastor Black Lip
I’m mashin’ across the masses
My movement massive
The Backwoods with the gas in it
You roll the raw, I spell it backwards
Throw that wack shit up in the trash can

[Post-Hook: Zacari]
We don’t wanna hear that wack shit no more
No more
No more, no more
No more, no more

[Verse 2: Ab-Soul]
I’m goin’ loco, this nigga Soulo back in this ho though
Oh no, you watchin’ Hulu, I run the show though
Is it music? Voodoo? I don’t know
But don’t confuse me with D’Angelo
I’m the angel of, spooky, hope your army got lots of armor
‘Cause we don’t die, we just multiply, divide and conquer
Remember when the battle mongers called me a reject
‘Til I had all this heart and honor, demand my respect
Now I walk through C-A-R-son like I’m a hero
Steps ahead and stackin’ bread up, speakin’ of heroes
4-7, shit, fuck it, fly to the Beast Coast
Just to sag down Troy Ave. quotin’ King Steelo
Pass the pot, let me skillet!
The temperature is scaldin’, the novices make me nauseous
I was like a swami of Jay Electronica until he figured
Dizzle wouldn’t admit that he would body him for a milli
I told Kenny keep quiet, I’ma get him
We don’t need dirt on your hands gettin’ the key to the city
You feel me? Hurts when your OG
Who is supposed to be a G-O-D
Is standin’ next to King Kunta feelin’ like Toby
Yeah, Moos, what I gotta do, boy?
I’m just waitin’ on your cue to take him to school, boy
Yeah, but fuck all this wordplay
Top, tell these fuckin’ stooges I’m dangerous, keep away!
Mayday

[Bridge: Ab-Soul]
Raw backwards on all you rappers
Raw backwards on all you rappers
Raw backwards on all you rappers
Raw backwards on all you rappers (Soul!)
Raw backwards on all you rappers
Raw backwards on all you rappers
Raw backwards on all you rappers
Raw backwards on all you rappers

[Hook: Ab-Soul]
Ay man what’s happenin’?
Another baptism by Pastor Black Lip
I’m mashin’ across the masses
My movement massive
The Backwoods with the gas in it
You roll the raw, I spell it backwards
Throw that wack shit up in the trash can

[Post-Hook: Zacari]
We don’t wanna hear that wack shit no more
No more
No more, no more
No more, no more

[Verse 3: Ab-Soul]
I’m Wiccan like a wicked witch I need Alia Zin
To read Genesis, yeah
‘Cause this one for my fellow Thelemites about that fuckin’ life
You fuckin’ right, I need to stand up for my fuckin’ rights
Out of sight, out of mind, still leave insight in your brain
Got your synapses doin’ jumping jacks and all kind of thangs
I mean check my subject range
Agartha, Dopamine, choppers, stick talk, Benihana, PF Chang’s
Revelations reiterated this revolutionary
Shit you bump that gives you goosebumps
‘Cause the truth is scary
(Do What Thou Wilt), I’m not talented, I’m skilled
(I’m the darkest knight) with the shiniest shield
Would’ve attended to university, but it was silly to me
Because the whole universe is just a city to me

Masta Killa – Therapy (feat. Method Man & Redman)

[Masta Killa]
Yo, I gotta be around this music, it’s therapeutic
The first fresh [?] of the day is so clear
When I walk, in my head, there’s a voice that talks
In my ear I can hear so clear, you think I’m buggin’ right?
I’m just contemplating the silent [?]
Out to the Westside my killer Cali gangstas ride and get the head right
Yo son, I’m on the next flight in
Twist some [?] I’m guaranteed the right of his psalm before we reach
Throw the instrumental on it, watch [?] pattern of speech
[?] military arm ready to swarm, get your party on
Drinks on the house tonight, ladies lookin’ right
Atmosphere nice and warm, we backstage like a hundred thieves strong
Ghost want the red light on before we get on
An hour’s too short [?], we got a million songs

[Method Man]
Yo I gotta be around this music, it’s therapeutic
Like my first blunt of the day to start the movement
I’m sittin’ in the room with a view, there’s always room for improvement
So I grab my coat and go and prove it
Just me against the world, you can find me in the streets
She’ll spot me in the lobby, probably find me in the free
Cop a ‘Rari, the [?] in the lining of my seats
Tryna put me in a lineup til’ I wind up in the beast
That’s the belly, how dare they tryna tell me when to eat
With a plate of food barely in my reach
My team shoot dice, we used to shoot skelly in the streets
Wear the same Pelle-Pelle’s for a week
But now we livin’ life, and such a good life I wish that I could live it twice
I’d probably make [?] my wife
It’s Wu-Tang Clan, always collect cheddar
Proper education, always correct errors

[Redman]
Yo, bananas, Redman so gorilla
Chi-town know I’m pimping the mic, nigga
One hit, and chicks follow me like Twitter
Crack when I talk, I like the mic [?]
The fiends hit it, chicks swing wit’ it
I’ll box niggas in like Dom King did it
I get dough, [?] for the sick flow
My weed more greener than Lou Ferrigno
My right-hand man hand on the pistol
I crack these squares up like Nabisco
Oh, look at me, I’m lightweight
But with the heart to peel back your white meat
Yo wifey want me to make her wifey
Hit it, make the bitch hyphy at high speed
Doc

Little Simz – Picture Perfect

[Intro]
Welcome to Wonderland Simbi
Trust in your intuition

[Refrain]
What a wizard I am, bitch I’m the man
Don’t be scared give me your hand
Take you to Wonderland
Man this really ain’t in the plan, but fuck all your plans
Let’s go
Come here

[Verse 1]
Moves high where any arrows crossing, men will devour you in a second
Better mind how you walk through
Making it out alive is something to hope to
In my life there’s wonder and terror and beauty in nature
Independent hero, my own [?]
You cannot be on the phone so do me a favour
W-w-wait, slow down
Rabbit holes where it goes down
Do not interrupt the flow now
Look at me
Eyes peeled, know that you’re gonna be healed
I’ve been down in nitty-gritty and stayed in the hills
I’ve been all over the world now but never to chill
Been exposed to finer things and Italian meals
What a change

[Hook]
Wonderland is amazing, ain’t it? (Ain’t it?)
Been part of you for days on the same shit (Same shit)
Never mind who I came with
I never ever want to leave, let me stay lit
Let me stay

[Refrain]
What a wizard I am, bitch I’m the man
Don’t be scared give me your hand
Take you to Wonderland
Man this really ain’t in the plan, but fuck all your plans
Let’s go

[Hook]
Wonderland is amazing, ain’t it?
Never ever want to leave, let me stay lit
I’ve been part of you for days on the same shit
Never mind who I came with

[Verse 2]
Picture perfect, yeh picture perfect
Colours of the images are inverted
All for a purpose, I say this shit loud and clear for you all I know you heard it
I know you learning ways of displacing you show your concern
I understand how you feel, but fuck how you feel
You can only eat if you hunt and are you willing to kill
Mercy is never shown and damn it, it’s all I’ve known
Remember to pay your debts, this shit is some Game of Thrones
And I wanna know is right now is you with me?
Come fuck with me here there’s no love for you in the city
I can show you magic I swear this shit is so trippy
Only you can have it let’s make a deal quick
Some rel shit
All it takes is for you to hear and to feel this

[Refrain]
What a wizard I am, bitch I’m the man
Don’t be scared give me your hand
Take you to Wonderland
Man this really ain’t in the plan, but fuck all your plans
Let’s go

[Hook]
Wonderland is amazing, ain’t it?
Never ever want to leave, let me stay lit
I’ve been part of you for days on the same shit
Never mind, never mind who I came with
Eat, hunt, kill
Wonderland is amazing, ain’t it?
Never ever want to leave, let me stay lit
I’ve been part of you for days on the same shit
Never mind, never mind who I came with

KAMI – Right Now (feat. Vic Mensa)

[Hook: Vic Mensa]
Somebody tell me what’s good
Cause I been doing better right now
We roll our issues in them Backwoods
Bitches bigger than a nigga, niggas stressed out
But everybody got their own problems
I got mine I got mine I got mine
Everybody don’t know how to solve ’em
But I got mine I got mine I got mine

[Verse 1: Vic Mensa]
Yeah
I don’t like the club but I like to have a table
I don’t like TV but you see my ass on cable
This shit could change so quick man
Just a year ago, I was leaving momma’s house behind a Toyota steering wheel
Fast forward just two months got my own apartment
Fucking hoes with my girl at stake on some Joan of Arc shit
My girl so TNT you know she know the drama
I got baby momma problems with no baby mama
By brother Joey paying child support he love his daughter
My other brother momma own that rock but no Gibralter
His Granny lost the crib now he’s sleeping in them bandos
Police running in at 8am, he jumping out the window
I’m in LA buying Saint-Laurent of Venmo cash
Lease the whip and two cribs money for the rent go fast
I’m on a bender like Avatar, ecstasy addiction
Sometimes I wish I could pass away just to see my niggas
It’s been a minute since childhood, the hood don’t seem the same
They show no mercy to the meek inside this fearless game
You see what Drizzy did to Milly this shit ain’t a battle
I don’t wanna watch the murder rate but I can’t change the channel
Jealousy and desperation that shit is all around me
My brother Kami still selling grams you think I’m worried ’bout a Grammy
Old man asked me for change so he could buy a bottle
I’m tryna’ get drunk too nigga I got my own problems

[Hook: Vic Mensa]
Somebody tell me what’s good
Cause I been doing better right now
We roll our issues in them Backwoods
Bitch bigger than a nigga, niggas stressed out
But everybody got their own problems
I got mine I got mine I got mine
Everybody don’t know how to solve ’em
But I got mine I got mine I got mine

[Verse 2: KAMI]
I hate the way they talk on you when you ain’t around
Open they mouth revealing crooked smiles
These days I been feeling abandoned since my niggas got that crib in Los Angeles
To these hoes: heartbreaks in the form of friendly handshakes
I gotta go
I need a bad duet to pour moet to drown this pain
Just cause it’s champaign don’t mean that this shit a celebration
Pour some bubbly for my niggas that’s been on vacation
Pour some bubbles for our niggas that gon’ never make it
Self-medicated, overdosing I need respiration
I’m running out of time, I’m running out of time
Everybody got their own problems now I know this
We runnin’ out of time, they said the world was mine

[Bridge: KAMI]
They said the world was mine, they said the world was mine
They said the world was mine, they said the world was mine

[Verse 3: KAMI]
Thank you and yes I really believe it
The moment I heard them breathe it
When me and Joe made that season
We had to give y’all a reason
I had to keep the lights on
I need my on power on, Farrakhan
Something on my arm, skin tint just like Sherezade’s
And life’s been playing out like an opera
Just like that motherfuckin’ opera
I watched some fat lady sing, I gotten used to some things I held on things, they was close
Upgrade that Merc to a Ghost
It’s like you bound to see Ghosts, when you start living the most
I’m doing this my way, I drive i swerve just like Sinatra
I swerve in any lane that car so black it grew a conscience
Same niggas next to me, duck that fact just like we playing Contra
We still alive, we stay alive and then repeat that process
There’s no such thing, there’s no such thing as running out of options
There’s no such thing, there’s no such thing as running out of options
Take your time with it, take your time with it
Don’t get caught up tryna do this shit for right now

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