Tech Everybody wana get in the of mu life Wanna about the nina, the women, and my wife Hell of rumors I get enough of the you can bet they gona do it till I die What I do up in the crilla for is my right Get the women up and it then stick it, it's my night Everybody at me like I'm a killer, but never lookin' tech up in the eye
zing zing, and a one, two, three Why the negative energy gotta come me (me me) Teccanina doin' this, he doin' that, stingin' the women a bumble bee (bee bee) Don't believe you hearin' up in the streets, capiche? Don't ever your brain (brain brain) Tech N9ne, Lyrycyst well if the gift lifts to this, we're break them chains
What you talkin' about this stop it, drop it Cause prosper, profit, mark us But you cannot us or lock us in shackles with We are no can't contain us We will rock cause we rap so futuristic like we were by spacely sprockets you got it Anybody wana this, I'm restless I'll eat ya'll, for breakfast No weapons, music in my presence No peasants, you rappers touch this, I'm badder And I'm tellin' all your chadders, I'm not your average Your lack of, innovation, your music a displacement To the way rappers so how can you talk offensive Your a product for the jingles, a hot wheel I'm a diesel Get some musical talent before you of ma people
Cause lyricist has broke the chains, I'm out I broke the Teccanina's broke the chains, I'm out I the chains Lyricist has broke the chains, I'm out I broke the Teccanina's broke the chains, I'm out I the chains !!
keep on livin' I need no more opinion This is my time, I was given, and I wish people would just Cuase I feel Michael Jackson and just wana be left alone you standin' on ma garden, just step back and let it grow Lyricist never be tamed, gota maintain, and bring my reign So no matter what they say, entertain until I drain And this name is a gift, I was with the tip refrain, and dont drift, they will praise lyricist When I come, stepping to the of my drums Deep down, there's a sound, it's growin' and ready to come out Bow down, to an being molded from the hands of god Me and Tech(2X Echo), N9ne(2X Echo), will make this rock!! Common!!
Cause lyricist has the chains, I'm out I broke the chains Teccanina's broke the chains, I'm out I broke the Lyricist has broke the chains, I'm out I the chains Teccanina's the chains, I'm out I broke the chains !!
N9ne: Hey everybody, hey Why I gotta lay everybody, spray A.K to the body, may everybody I don't get away it, buddy, say don't they know I'm way naughty the lame and break the chains Don't hate the player, but the game Ama the frame I will ever take the shame Everybody body wanna create the Tech N9ne, Lyricist, how rhyme give us this He say she say, we say he gay, but they dyin' to hear us I go, everywhere I flow It seems to be all around me I show, people in my bia, but see I disregard demons who down me,