You know the deal...I was fucked up and bored...
EhHeHeHeHeHe.
Hello Again.
Its Me.
Welcome back baby.…Its Me.
Tech NEne…Tech N9ne.
Scriptures.
And the enemy said, “May He Be Deceased,
May He Rest In Pain With No Peace”.
Then the lord said, “Let There Be Tech
The Resurrected , The Resurrector
God Reflects”.
I’ve been through hell mother fuckers.
Satan sentenced me life in four days,
I made bail mother fuckers.
So when you sleep and here the ruckus,
Get to calling you reverend,
Tell them I just seen the ghost of Tech N9ne.
Unless I’m tripping.
Reverend said “kcuf
I just heard him on the wake up show ripping”
And Reverend called Jimmy Jam and Terry Lewis,
And Terry said “Jimmy damn, how did we lose it? The Tech Nina.”
Jim and Terry blamed Sharon and kept stepping.
Resurrection of a concealed weapon.
Went from Satan to Nathan.
And you got to respect it.
In eight seconds.
Here’s the story in a nutshell, Check it.
He was a rapper wit a record deal,
Back then and too about to make a mil,
But he could never make a big amount of paper,
Cuz he knew it then it was never real,
He break up wit the crew,
Another blow and Jimmy Jam and Terry Lewis had to let him go,
And then he had a funeral,
And everybody’s heard he coming back up and killing haters to the finish.
And now I’m back with a vengeance of vendetta.
They thought it was a Beretta,
But never the Tech,
It severs whatever.
They thought I wouldn’t prevail,
I’d fail.
Tell you cronies.
I’m back in to sending mother fuckers to hell.
Because….
Sometimes….
They come back to haunt ya.
Taunt ya.
Test you don’t want to come to blows,
Wit Tech N9ne.
Hell of.
Murder.
For the bunch of ya's.
Sometimes…..
Sometimes. Sometimes.
Telling you that they will come back.
Sometimes. Sometimes.
Jea. What. What.
I rotted, rested in torment,
Then I got it.
Satan didn’t want me to see the life,
But I spotted it.
So I got out of it.
Wrote raps in a deep dark pit.
The more that I flip shit,
With rip libs,
The doper I get.
Reincarnation,
Turned me into something,
Obviously something that you’re wanting.
A nigga to get into somebody’s ass when they fronting.
Then save your best to prepare those ho’s.
I’m the shadow in the field,
Eating away at the scarecrow’s.
I’m back for blood.
I’m back for guts.
And if you ain’t part of that, look
You gots to duck.
Blame is hateward for the way I come.
Bullshit, I take none.
Fuck Skinhorn Management.
I roll with Black and DaJuan Cayson.
I remember Ruff House, Tommy Boy, and MJJ said it wasn’t right.
Now it’s a mother fucker hearing Tecca Nina going bump in the night.
Exorcism,
Is out of the question.
I’m never gently flowing.
I went from a bum nigga,
to breaking bread with Quincy Jones nigga.
Sometimes….
They come back to haunt ya.
Taunt ya.
Test you don’t want to come to blows,
Wit Tech N9ne.
Hell of.
Murder.
For the bunch of ya's.
Sometimes…..
Sometimes. Sometimes.
Telling you that they will come back.
Sometimes. Sometimes.
Check it. Check it. Yo.
I’ve seen a lot of things.
To even things.
Listen to the ruckus this heathen brings.
This evening.
I’m back in this,
And since so happy,
I can dance or even sing.
Nah, I just take a title from Stephen King.
To let you know,
Ain’t no holding us,
Foes get arachnophobia.
Bow down when I flow to you.
Ya’ll nigga really don’t want to bang.
Especially when it’s Sutter Cane.
Ain’t Nothing but a thing.
When I’m whooping haters ass like Clever Lane.
Fuck 103.
When I blow up dog, don’t be touching on me.
Fuck Myron D.
And I’m cool with Tony G.
And Sean nigga.
We got a bond nigga.
With the N9ne milla.
We can’t go wood.
We going platinum.
Fat stacks,
Because I’m capping them.
Hail to my niggas in jail.
Cameron.
Moberly.
El Dorado.
Will you niggas pray for,
My hefty payroll?
So I can pay your asses,
When you get done,
With your classes.
We can rip shows.
Dropping elbows.
With the masses.
Thank God that I’m back.
When I explode ya’ll.
I’ma show ya’ll this.
Ain’t no tombstone.
Ain’t no six foot ditch.
Been dead for four years,
Buried in acropolis.
But it must be Easter Sunday,
Because I’m right back up in this bitch.
Because….
Sometimes….
They come back to haunt ya.
Taunt ya.
Test you don’t want to come to blows,
Wit Tech N9ne.
Hell of.
Murder.
For the bunch of ya's.
Sometimes…..
He shall believe when he bust.
He shall appease us.
On the knees of we,
Because we were,
Creepers.
Sometimes…..
Sometimes. Sometimes.
Welcome back Tech.
Telling you that they will come back.
Sometimes. Sometimes.
Sometimes.
EhHeHeHeHeHe.
Hello Again.
Its Me.
Welcome back baby.…Its Me.
Tech NEne…Tech N9ne.
Scriptures.
And the enemy said, “May He Be Deceased,
May He Rest In Pain With No Peace”.
Then the lord said, “Let There Be Tech
The Resurrected , The Resurrector
God Reflects”.
I’ve been through hell mother fuckers.
Satan sentenced me life in four days,
I made bail mother fuckers.
So when you sleep and here the ruckus,
Get to calling you reverend,
Tell them I just seen the ghost of Tech N9ne.
Unless I’m tripping.
Reverend said “kcuf
I just heard him on the wake up show ripping”
And Reverend called Jimmy Jam and Terry Lewis,
And Terry said “Jimmy damn, how did we lose it? The Tech Nina.”
Jim and Terry blamed Sharon and kept stepping.
Resurrection of a concealed weapon.
Went from Satan to Nathan.
And you got to respect it.
In eight seconds.
Here’s the story in a nutshell, Check it.
He was a rapper wit a record deal,
Back then and too about to make a mil,
But he could never make a big amount of paper,
Cuz he knew it then it was never real,
He break up wit the crew,
Another blow and Jimmy Jam and Terry Lewis had to let him go,
And then he had a funeral,
And everybody’s heard he coming back up and killing haters to the finish.
And now I’m back with a vengeance of vendetta.
They thought it was a Beretta,
But never the Tech,
It severs whatever.
They thought I wouldn’t prevail,
I’d fail.
Tell you cronies.
I’m back in to sending mother fuckers to hell.
Because….
Sometimes….
They come back to haunt ya.
Taunt ya.
Test you don’t want to come to blows,
Wit Tech N9ne.
Hell of.
Murder.
For the bunch of ya's.
Sometimes…..
Sometimes. Sometimes.
Telling you that they will come back.
Sometimes. Sometimes.
Jea. What. What.
I rotted, rested in torment,
Then I got it.
Satan didn’t want me to see the life,
But I spotted it.
So I got out of it.
Wrote raps in a deep dark pit.
The more that I flip shit,
With rip libs,
The doper I get.
Reincarnation,
Turned me into something,
Obviously something that you’re wanting.
A nigga to get into somebody’s ass when they fronting.
Then save your best to prepare those ho’s.
I’m the shadow in the field,
Eating away at the scarecrow’s.
I’m back for blood.
I’m back for guts.
And if you ain’t part of that, look
You gots to duck.
Blame is hateward for the way I come.
Bullshit, I take none.
Fuck Skinhorn Management.
I roll with Black and DaJuan Cayson.
I remember Ruff House, Tommy Boy, and MJJ said it wasn’t right.
Now it’s a mother fucker hearing Tecca Nina going bump in the night.
Exorcism,
Is out of the question.
I’m never gently flowing.
I went from a bum nigga,
to breaking bread with Quincy Jones nigga.
Sometimes….
They come back to haunt ya.
Taunt ya.
Test you don’t want to come to blows,
Wit Tech N9ne.
Hell of.
Murder.
For the bunch of ya's.
Sometimes…..
Sometimes. Sometimes.
Telling you that they will come back.
Sometimes. Sometimes.
Check it. Check it. Yo.
I’ve seen a lot of things.
To even things.
Listen to the ruckus this heathen brings.
This evening.
I’m back in this,
And since so happy,
I can dance or even sing.
Nah, I just take a title from Stephen King.
To let you know,
Ain’t no holding us,
Foes get arachnophobia.
Bow down when I flow to you.
Ya’ll nigga really don’t want to bang.
Especially when it’s Sutter Cane.
Ain’t Nothing but a thing.
When I’m whooping haters ass like Clever Lane.
Fuck 103.
When I blow up dog, don’t be touching on me.
Fuck Myron D.
And I’m cool with Tony G.
And Sean nigga.
We got a bond nigga.
With the N9ne milla.
We can’t go wood.
We going platinum.
Fat stacks,
Because I’m capping them.
Hail to my niggas in jail.
Cameron.
Moberly.
El Dorado.
Will you niggas pray for,
My hefty payroll?
So I can pay your asses,
When you get done,
With your classes.
We can rip shows.
Dropping elbows.
With the masses.
Thank God that I’m back.
When I explode ya’ll.
I’ma show ya’ll this.
Ain’t no tombstone.
Ain’t no six foot ditch.
Been dead for four years,
Buried in acropolis.
But it must be Easter Sunday,
Because I’m right back up in this bitch.
Because….
Sometimes….
They come back to haunt ya.
Taunt ya.
Test you don’t want to come to blows,
Wit Tech N9ne.
Hell of.
Murder.
For the bunch of ya's.
Sometimes…..
He shall believe when he bust.
He shall appease us.
On the knees of we,
Because we were,
Creepers.
Sometimes…..
Sometimes. Sometimes.
Welcome back Tech.
Telling you that they will come back.
Sometimes. Sometimes.
Sometimes.
