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[Intro] Smoking weed, [bad word] indeed Sick emcees presented by Tecca Neez! Check it out [Verse] Ain't nobody busting like the [bad word] with a gun up in the middle of the west I be the killa with a Tec and I'm a villain with a vest I gotta fill 'em with effects then I get it out the way So I can say what I wanna say Right over the track singing like the father of Nona Gaye Let's get it on they love it when Tech spit a song [bad word] And check niggas on they [bad word] then death [bad word] on they buzzes That was just the intros for the family with sin souls But the Gandys with the fem flows Can't stand me like ten toes I rock it, making my female fans freaking faucets Putting me up against Hop is thoughtless Not supposed to press partners, stop it [bad word] compare crotches, [bad word] Taking Tech is too toxic, toss it! Never will the bosses take losses Study cautiousness off this [bad word] #33; Cause some fans are antagonistic, naggin' [bad word] Raggin' like a stabbin' happened When I'm havin' hits, get vast than sick [bad word] Like I ain't Vlad and vicious bad and twisted Keep it jabbing fisted, Trav insisted So I frown scarier when the clown buries a [bad word] down to the ground But the crown carrier get the hound out the mound and they’re bound Marry 'em all together is how we breaking the sound barrier I'm three-dimensional, we invincible You saying I'm over, you never see the principle My seed is meant to grow rapid, I'm the classical rap [bad word] on acid! [bad word] #33; (Hurl bars) Never will niggas be able to gimme the trash it, jack it (World star) How in the [bad word] am I ripping and reaching the masses? Asses, [bad word] too many back splashes Then a wack black chat hatches cause you napped at rap classes They making a mockery of my painted face But me, I resemble our ancestors And these niggas talking stuck at a fainted pace Still not realizing this man blessed ya I am so clever, my friends adore me they banging Yates Your rhyme is no measure to him, you bore me, [bad word] flaming fakes Find him more cheddar, my end's for me stay gaining great Cause I am forever like Em, 40, Jay, Wayne and Drake Pure art, I'm the [bad word] and [bad word] you're farts How they gonna challenge the Tecca Nina When your flow's softer than a Velour scarf Blowing this track into pieces, I'm leaving you fewer parts At this moment I am laying as dead as before my 2.0 tour starts Ain't packed [bad word] yet, this how your taint rap hits best Tecca Nina ain't plastic, my bank's drastic, you can't match his checks Lot of gore in the flow, and I’m born to go Got your [bad word] in the door, taking your chick Cause a [bad word] been up in the Forbes list now four in a row My religion is followed by little kids, college kids, metalheads, hip hop heads, the rips and soo-woos Your religion is tainted by money [bad word] funny hugging Chummy loving grown men that like to do youths So I stick with my technicians, no F's given, yeah This team is a mixture of a few groups This for my fans, [bad word] [bad word] everybody else If you loving this Tech N9ne give me three aooh's and two whoops