01. He Wanna Be Paid
[Intro]
Tech N9ne in this bitch (Tech N9ne, Tech N9ne)
Bout to make em dance once again baby (once again baby)
But this time, I'ma talk about one of my friends baby
(yeah) yo it's been long overdue baby (that's right)
Long Overdue (how we do it)
But you asked for it
So now I gotta give it to you, (give it to you)
Get Paid
(Verse 1)
Let me tell you a little story about this nigga I know
From the M and the O
A chemical nigga who says I got criminal flows
I'ma set the record straight for a second
Everybody knows this nigga is hot-headed
And due for a mic checkin.
You drew first blood in '94
Trickin with my baby momma
You know the one you called a ho
I'ma let you know
That if you take it back to the past
When I was squeezing hella ass and playin hookie
You can ask my bro, He will let you know
Back then I shared my pussy.
You was using music as a form of pursuing
Pussy sneakin in her bed and beggin for a screwin
Who the fuck is you foolin?
I can still make her make you put yo muthafuckin mic down
Straight interrupt yo show
And serve yo ass in her nightgown
Right now
Fuck the rappin, we can fight now
Tight style, Sell for miles
Change the name Vell to Vall
Call him Dame or Gal
Cause the way he came was foul
Nigga that's bitch shit
Tech N9ne you dissed it
But they missed it
Told me that you sold 200,000 with pride
But you lied, I don't mean to hurt yo feelings inside
But you sold 5,000 Nationwide
You a clown man
You niggaz think I jokin, go check the SoundScan
All I wanna know is.
[Chorus]
Why this nigga steadily savin his flows for me?
(He wanna get paid)
And why this nigga basin his whole life on challenging me?
(He wanna get paid)
Fuckin with 56 Villain get you shot up
Midwest side will chase em down with a choppa
Motherfucker thinking Teccanina gonna chop up
Something wrong with his medullah oblongota.
(Verse 2)
Yo
This nigga struggling to be the better man
Why fuck around with a tech milla meter
When you know the nigga is a clever brand
Naw, I ain't never ever seen the niggaz video
Cause It never ran
And you got the audacity to say Tech N9ne ain't a veteran?
Nigga, I wrote my first rhyme in '85 right
'86, '87, '88, name me Tech N9ne right
'89, '90, I was rippin hella shows, don't you even try cat
'90 through '99 equals 15 years and I done rapped with some of the best
Motherfucker can you buy that?
We recognize you wanna be the best rapper in Kansas City
That's small time
That's why yo shit will never be in the hands of many
My shit is clean and packs a punch pal
And yeah you right, yo shit's a sloppy hurl and drunk style
This nigga is failin in the biz
Bets step behind this
Don't know where his mind is
That's why the Nina's bout to tell it like it is
Tech Tech N9ne is
Kansas City's Finest
All I wanna know is.
[Chorus]
Why this nigga steadily savin his flows for me?
(He wanna get paid)
And why this nigga basin his whole life on challenging me?
(He wanna get paid)
Fuckin with 56 Villain get you shot up
Midwest side will chase em down with a choppa
Motherfucker thinking Teccanina gonna chop up
Something wrong with his medullah oblongota.
Yo, the fact is we both ain't makin no real money
And I'm blastin a nigga which makes the situation real funny
I'm beginning to see real deals, real scrill and real honeys
And you don't wanna get with a nigga that's sick makes you a real dummy
He said I worship satan and he worship god that's why we can't work
Nigga that's a cop out, bout to make yo eyes pop out when I whip my cock out
And say I seen you comin out of Roc house
This is the third round knockout
When you die and all ya piss, cum, and feces drop out
Tellin motherfuckers we bit (Let's Get Fucked Up)
From yo just locally hit (Bounce, Bounce, Bounce, Bounce)
Knowin the shit that we spit (Make bitches wanna fuck)
And make niggaz get on they grit (And yo shit don't)
We officially bumped heads at the Lou Ou
Niggaz are through now
Who growled at the Holy Temple Bandits Crew style
Niggaz are too foul
Sole and Tech, and you can bet you'll never see em wet
You sound like Chuck Rock, with a little bit of DMX
Now I'ma end this by sayin Regime Life and 56 Vil
Said Tech rappin on his shit payin for him and his kids meals
I feel bad for the nigga, so I'ma let it out
A gift from me to you, Ex-Cousin, Retalliate and go get breaded out...
[Chorus]
Why this nigga steadily savin his flows for me?
(He wanna get paid)
And why this nigga basin his whole life on challenging me?
(He wanna get paid)
Fuckin with 56 Villain get you shot up
Midwest Side will chase him down with a choppa
Motherfucker thinking Teccanina gonna chop up
Something wrong with his medullah oblongota
Fuckin with 56 Villain get you shot up
Midwest side will chase him down with a choppa
Motherfucker thinking Teccanina gonna chop up
Something wrong with his medullah oblongota
(Outro)
NIGGA
A gift from me to you, this what you wanted, retalliate and go get yo bread
(blows kiss)
02. Call Girlz
(Fuck all the bullshit convo with the bitch and tech if you want it you write it down)
(Verse 1)
4 days straight chilling with some bitch's
On the way to cali trying to maintain our music and rich's
??? What counts make her switch to the other side
Get them all like they cloths can I (Go inside)
Lets take a ride and were sure to get wet
Rubbers and KY ??? what you expect
My nigger tech see's some hoes nigger who’s that trick
(Hey yo my nigger don Juan, what’s up, I want that bitch)
having just the opposite of a house wife nagging
Cool attitude than jump in the pool calm with the dick grabbing
??? she was screaming it costs 600 to hit
but ima give it to you for free tech cause I like your shit
??? she telling me tails about a Caucasian trick she fucks with rubber strap on shit
And when I’m laughing about the way that home girls making a grip
She started ??? sucking tech n9nes dick
So many hoes know about the house
5 thousand 6 hundred 16 ways that we can all fuck
We rouge dogs so it's 57 nuts to bust
Bitch's body full of lust so baby
(Tell me what’s up)
(Hook)
Call Girlz and we fuck for days
All about the cash just to get Y'all paid
Techa ninna and Juan niggers Y'all the shit
Don't stop nigger please cause we
cause want some dick
(Verse 2)
She makes my money but it's far from prostitution
Making it simple and plain it's pussy for distribution
Find your solution While you niggers be losing
While were cursing shift my stick and won't you
(Suck my dick)
So many legs should be serving me like a customer
Riding down a highway commence to fucking her
While you loving her I'm plugging her your paging and bugging her
Won't you quit I'm here to tell you that your (hoe ain't shit)
Do your friends wanna extend virgin to tech nin
the raggedy nuff nappy head frim grim comer
With prophylactics I flat chicks with thin summer
Stinging them like a bee like I was ???
Throwing Bo Lows in the bed po go’s in the head
Hoe go when the bread mo doe when the hoe sail mo broke get ahead
They don’t wanna let go they know the reason we meet so
they can be some ballers instead of a (Pro-Spec Hoe)
We can make mo money mo money mo
(Can’t have a stank good for nothing no money hoe)
We talking plus shit they keep it on the hush shit
(Off in the Kutt but for now)
Lay back relax and let us
(Bust this nut)
(Hook)
Call Girlz and we fuck for days
All about the cash just to get Y'all paid
Techa ninna and Juan niggers Y'all the shit
Don't stop nigger please cause we
cause want some dick
(Shit load of talking that i don't give a flying fuck about, Someone else can write it down if they want it)
03. Be Warned
TECH N9NE - BE WARNED
Yo, Mega... The End... Check It Out... Check It Out...
[Tech N9ne]
Anybody wanna go to war with a nigga like "Tech Neezle"
He be killing them evil people...
Anybody thinking evil is feasible need to go...
Everybody that's bane fall... I'ma kill em with a chainsaw...
I'ma damage and mangle, the devilish death by an angel, change y'all...
Fuck a nigga, buck a nigga...
When he wanna get a piece of a native amerikilla,
For realla guerilla like me... A motherfucker might see or might not see...
That I'm bout me promptly, you can't lock with me...
In a cell with a Nazi whiter than Oxy, and he wouldn't wanna box me...
When I'm finished, the mind is diminished...
He coming out blacker than a Charkly...
(Number Nine...) What... Complete... The heat...
Release... The beast... Who meet defeat...
Irregular... Secular... Right next to ya...
Watching the beat have sex with ya... Midwesterner...
Shaking hella hands and kissing babies...
Spitting that shit that'll make em all go crazy...
And the war is on...
If you repeat the words be warned three times...
All your fear and stress will no longer exist...
"Denraweb..." "Denraweb..." Denraweb..."
Weak motherfuckers, this is lyrical warfare!
Everybody with a Tech-9 better bust back like a motherfucker... (Oh Yeah!)
Anybody wanna diss "Tecca Nina..."
You know you motherfuckers going nowhere...
Eleven eight seventy O-N-E born, these punk motherfuckers better be warned,
I write the scripture that flip ya... "No Costa" got ya...
When I ripped ya, lyrics bit ya like "Nosferatu..."
When I lit ya, when I spit ya... Right before I shot you...
Olé-Qua-Se-Lambracma-Tualatwat-Batagotu... (What!)
Feeling my heart hates my brain... (Brain! Brain!)
Cause my brain makes me do thangs that causes my heart pain...
(Who's To Blame?) Never will the "Nina" name any names...
(Name! Names!) But a... Motherfucker wanting "Nina" to sell his soul,
For the price of fame... Fuck that with a big dick! Never will I get...
With a motherfucker trying to get the millimeter twisted...
Bow to me... Six, six, triple eight, forty-six, ninety-nine, three...
Well... Be-Ware... On top of the world...
It's mine, look ma I made it, Satan delayed it...
But a higher power okayed it, so I sprayed it...
Nigga... Nigga... Warfare...
Everybody with a Tech-9 better bust back like a motherfucker...
(Oh Yeah!) Anybody wanna diss "Tecca Nina..."
You know that you motherfuckers going nowhere...
Eleven eight seventy O-N-E born...
The punk motherfuckers better be warned...
04. Boss Doggs
(Hook)
Gun in my hand,
Hot til I land,
Boss Doggs! (x4)
(Hook)
Boy this I'm tied
rebellin on the corners of Highland
and if I die in this violence rest me
Gun in my hand, hot til I land, boss doggs!
but if I live past these sirens
niggas best beware of this tyrant
cuz I got some true mid-westsiders with me
Gun in my hand, hot til I land, boss doggs!
(Verse 1 Big Scoob)
Rogue dog, rogue dog 57th street
bout a craft from the past that was excused by my peeps
the same gang but a new game, no more cocaine
rap thang we maintain, hot like propane
up and here we pumpin that fear, lend me your ear
the tightest shit you'll ever hear, at least this year
all my lyrics is simple and clear, and sincere
full of that beery, rockin them shows, and fuckin them hoes
like we suppose we dealin with foes, leave em exposed
that's what you chose for fuckin with Rogues, now you know
we bout to explode, now here we go, all my Rogues
grab your scratch it's time to scrap, rear it rap
you take a nap and that's a fact, all my hogs
who got my back, where you at, bring the pain
to damage the brain, who's to blame, it's my gang
we full of them flames I wont explain, it's in your veins
(Verse 2 Bakarii)
King of the hill, countin my skrill, protecting my grill
gun on my hip, tryin to conceal, this killa shit
that nigga Bakarii runnin that game, hold me back
I'll break them chains, slap yo face, with this strap
more than a rap nigga we hogs, down the brawl
take yo bitch, make her scream, for them dogs
murderers you can't touch my style, too complicated
camaflouged in the bushes, now I'm waitin
ready to get off in yo shit, feel my vengeance
soon as you slip I'll make the hit, no repentance
tryin to be rich and I can't be broke, I'm so relentless
ask me if it was potent dope, I'm offended
should've seen me comin nigga, them killa traits
couldn't detect this boss's greed, that's yo fate
under-seed smokin leafs, that killa fog
can't be tweak, so you sleep, on these doggs
(Hook)
Gun in my hand,
Hot til I land,
Boss Doggs! (x4)
(Verse 3 Short Nitty)
Criminal play, all day, give me relish
you going to war in all ways, max to devilish
remember when niggas seen me flow, on them corners
wantin to be like shorty chrome, never done
hittin em up with 56's, dookie browners
kickin it with them wicked bitches, all around us
give me my money with blood on it, cuz I'm wicked
and if the game with love on it, til I'm lifted
Nitty would never be without, my three 80
given a chance to up and dump, he must be crazy
ready to roll no matter the fault, if he's seeded
tell him to meet me at my show, fully fleeted
hearing shots pop pop pop, at my enemy
it's better than seein that nigga drop, yall aint feelin me
making my verse my worst then first, are yall with me
diggin my dirt for what it's worth, it's on me
(Verse 4 Tech N9ne)
Crumple this page, welcome mitch bade, hold my genitals
we in a rage, if we don't get paid, nothing but criminals
put in the gun, nigga let's come, from the shoulders
here come the fun, watching em run, from these soldeirs
Who be the doggs? Who be the hogs? Niggas on Highland
doing the broad, doing it for, straight out stylin
used to be down, look at me now, makin them heaters
niggas they frown, when they hear the sound, of nine millimeter
flowin in fog, who do you call? Donny Quest's in
haters with yall, nigga they all, learn they lesson
bianca zone, at my home, think I made it
all on my phone, cuz it was on, Gang Related
seeing my face in magazines, up in the source man
do we plan on makin that green? Well of course man
mid-westside, give me the track, and I will attack her
Scoobie do wild, check yo style, and flip it backwards
I'm off on Highland, smoking that bud, drinkin that bud
that Tecca Nina, be up in your fuzz, up in the club
I lost yall, but imma return, do you recall?
I'm killin em all, nigga we raw, boss doggs
(Hook)
Gun in my hand,
Hot til I land,
Boss Doggs! (x4)
(Hook)
Boy this I'm tied
rebellin on the corners of Highland
and if I die in this violence rest me
Gun in my hand, hot til I land, boss doggs!
but if I live past these sirens
niggas best beware of this tyrant
cuz I got some true mid-westsiders with me
Gun in my hand, hot til I land, boss doggs!
10. We Dem Boyz
(Verse 1)
(We dem boyz)
That what to see that thong come on girl and get your freak on
(We dem boyz)
That like it any time of morning, Girl I ain’t gone stop till you yarning
(We dem boyz)
That like it on the floor
(We dem boyz)
That like it on a boat
(We dem boyz)
Butt naked in a ??? yelling YE HA giddy up getting it on the ocean
(We dem boyz)
That like them chains
(We dem boyz)
That like them ring
(We dem boyz)
Bout 20 inch dub’s on the rims even TV centre watching football games
(We dem boyz)
That love to fight and kill
(We dem boyz)
That love them tight wheels
(We dem boyz)
That be gone of a Motorola pill got your bitch and the telly and get it going for real
(We dem boyz)
That run trains
(We dem boyz)
That run game
(We dem boyz)
That have done things
(We dem boyz)
Make your bitchs Holla my name
(We dem boyz)
Back yard platinum statis
(We dem boyz)
Packing automatics
(We dem boyz)
Blowing stacks of cabbage
(We dem boyz)
Very far from average
(We dem boyz)
That love some rings and tattoos If that ass is fat I’m at you
(We dem boyz)
That got nothing to prove bitch my dick stay hard like statues
(We dem boyz)
That want to see you sweet
(We dem boyz)
That want to get it wet
(We dem boyz)
That classified the best
(We dem boyz)
That put a hole it your chest
(We dem boyz)
(Hook)
Ha ha ha ha What what what
(We dem boyz)
Ha ha ha ha What what what
Give it to me Give it to me
Give it to me Give it to me
Give it to me Give it to me
Give it to me Give it to me
Give it to me Give it to me
Give it to me Give it to me
Give it to me Give it to me
Give it to me (x2)
(Verse 2)
(We dem boyz)
That loves them strip clubs
(We dem boyz)
That loves to hit her
(We dem boyz)
That loves to grip snug shoot at enemy’s and buck it
(We dem boyz)
That got a foot in the door now we arise in the shows coming in mo doors
(We dem boyz)
That don’t trust no hoe keep making feddy music till it up on dance floors
(We dem boyz)
That like it in the pool
(We dem boyz)
That like it in the school
(We dem boyz)
Gone off of the cribu lo wit 10 freaky bitchs and they all want you
(We dem boyz)
That love them girls
(We dem boyz)
That want to rule the world
(We dem boyz)
That get so drunk we hurl than it’s back to the store cause I needed it oh yea
(We dem boyz)
That’ll keep it on the hush, Every fuck isn’t much you don’t tell cause my women will fuss
(We dem boyz)
That’ll trust no much just bust on a nigger if he diss’s with us
(We dem boyz)
That want some meals
(We dem boyz)
That want a deals
(We dem boyz)
That do appeal to all women searching for real
(We dem boyz)
Ha ha ha ha What what what
(We dem boyz)
That won’t won’t won’t won’t but but but
(We dem boyz)
That’ll make your women get face in her legs at my place eating dick like a steak
(We dem boyz)
That’ll run up in your place with the cage just to show y’all niggers that we don’t play
(Hook)
Ha ha ha ha What what what
(We dem boyz)
Ha ha ha ha What what what
Give it to me Give it to me
Give it to me Give it to me
Give it to me Give it to me
Give it to me Give it to me
Give it to me Give it to me
Give it to me Give it to me
Give it to me Give it to me
Give it to me (Repeats till song ends)
11. Blue Streak
Got my back up against the wall
Blue streak x8
[Tech N9ne]
[Verse 1]
Untame
I run with a gang
no time for the fame
I proclaim my name with a shame
is insane
my brain for the pain
such strain in the game
to maintain my jews
but i came with no shame
Hella rich's i aim to gain
its in my veins
I changed from cotton to rugged
to rage stain bane
my frame would get this samham
shackled in chains
situation crazy deranged!
Anything goes
My life choose
Was money n' women had no intentions
Of gettin froes
Blows hard hits to the nose
Used to be like my bros
But those foes got me behind those
Case closed
Three in a row
Doin it get back on my toes
Yo
This ones gotta go
No amateur but a pro
Lettin ya know im back and im after the doe
Ever with the petal to the flow (Gotta get it)
[Chorus]
Fine blue streets (Gotta get it)
Time to eat (Gotta get it)
Prime to thief (Gotta get it)
Fine blue streak (Gotta get it)
[Verse 2]
Can't TRUST
No one betta BUST
Everybody's CORRUPT
for the BUCK
I get em STUCK
With a MUCK
So imma DUCK
undercover IMBUCK
Anybody who touches any benicide can DUCK
no fool for the MUTTS
no cristyle for the GUTS
no ice for the SLUTS PLUS
no souls for satan to SUCK
I CLUTCH enough to live
PLUS rocks of SUCH in a
run right after retrieveing a tough LUCK
Killer generation is my BREED
Now im involved in a high SPEED
Hard rock double M's I FEED
If any of the halves of the pie LEAVES
THESE brought to your PEAS
black hearts full of GREED
who NEED D-I-A-M-O-N-D's
converted to CHEESE
Lord help ME PLEASE
GEEZ and MELEES
Lost and never found in the SEAS
[Chorus]
Fine blue streets (Gotta get it)
Time to eat (Gotta get it)
Prime to theif (Gotta get it)
Fine blue streak (Gotta get it)
[Verse 3]
No SCRATCH, no STACKS, no kick BACK
no hittin the back of the Escalade CADILLAC
straight darkness tryin to find where my shadows AT
If I found it deep in the vison I can paddle BACK
undercover BLOWN
my riches all GONE
identity PRONE
Til I come up and break in your HOME
with a CHROME
OWN ONE
everybody loves my TONE
GONE DONE
no more lethal killers to RUN FROM
THESE, converted to something you wont BELIEVE
never GRIEVE homie handed over the blue STREAK
with EASE
no more CRIME or loave when I DINE
no more SWINE of being solitary CONFINE
LEAVE any place like a Florida KEYS
with a BREEZE where you can do
No shoes and short SLEEVES
Badabing my ladies in g-strings blue SKIES
watchin the blue streak glisten in my EYES!
[Hook]
Fine blue streets
Time to eat
Prime to thief
Fine blue streak
[Chorus x2]
Fine blue streets (Gotta get it)
Time to eat (Gotta get it)
Prime to thief (Gotta get it)
Fine blue streak (Gotta get it)
[Hook x2]
Don Juan
Blue streak (Tech N9ne)
Blue streak (Sway and Tech)
Blue streak (Midwest Side)
Yeah!
13. Mizery
From the beginning nigga..
Its all Jesus..jeah..
Tech N9ne!! and my nigga Macc James...
Heh heh heh heh heh heh...
Straight bringin that mizery, mizery..
*Chorus*
Mizery when I see enemies, niggas be Kennedies (?)
Homicidal tendencies got mitch bade niggas on bended knees
Could it be that a nigga wanna bang cuz I'm runnin with the gang that'll give a nigga pain, me and Macc James givin these bitch niggas a taste of Mizery
Give em Mizery(ry) Bitches get with me (me) Got my nigga M-A-C (C) Gonna bring em mizery
(TECH)
I'm high, yall drunk..I love bud..bout to hit em with anotha hit up out of the Mizery nigga nigga what!
My murderous niggas heard of this verb that I serve in this ssssshit..I shits word into the curb with this isssh (haaaf)
Mystic, might be twisted but bitch we got the shit gifted,
Mizery nigga, so what you givin me nigga,
nothin but witchery nigga, millimeter's the killa,
bow down to a nigga right now for the sound, hold up,
nigga came to the club and he found us,
All behind a nigger back tryin to down us,
I don't want that nigga Vell up around us..
You the Holy Temple bandit, nigga I'm a killa on candy,
Tecca Nina Ima be the omega believe I''m that
bomb that landed on your set cuz you call me Satan,
when I look at you I see skull chips dipped in ranch dressing, lemon chicken with a side of intestines,
induced vomiting backwards digestion,
torn ligaments with Ragu, garlic salt's meshin,
enormous hole in the ozone to affect my complexion,
frontal lobes fried in Wesson, nigga like me sick no need for no medicine.. Bishop & Keen (What!)
You betta believe you gotta leave
before you get a couple in ya belly..
Keena better strip in a whole nother city,
Bishop keep doing songs with R. Kelly,
Mentally you niggas can't even get with me
I done lost everything but my killing spree
Macc and Tech we be hotter than hickory
Killin delivery, livin in Mizery..
*Chorus*
(MACC JAMES)
KC Mizery, leave unsolved mysteries
For fuckin round wit my cheddar cheese
betta leave these G's alone before me and my nigga tech nina
Hit ya home, split ya dome
With the 4 chrome, make a nigga face melt like the ozone
In the mind of a psycho, what goes on?
Colombian necktie with no clothes on
Murder show's on, in the K-Town
I'm the type of nigga that'll beat yo ass down
Shoot you in the face as soon as you hit the ground
Hit a nigga, split a nigga, then give you a pound
32 rounds, packin extendeds,
Crossin my niggas is not recommended,
Tempted to put you in a life long body cast
You best guard yo shit when the shotty blast
More straps than John Gotti had
So sick I sleep in a body bag,
Droppin bombs like Saudi
Had to get low in a Lac on faulty tags
Talkin trash'll get you took out
Four niggas posted just to look out
Get grips like fierce and have a cook out
Let me show you niggas what me and the crooks bout
Thievin, schemin, seein demons,
Smoke so much you kill yo semen,
Psychoactive human being
Eyes so low I look Korean,
Head steamin, funk bringin,
Old school rida gangsta leanin,
James & Tech N9ne tag teamin,
Leavin all you fags bleedin..
*Chorus*
14. Celcius
[Intro]
He is cold as ice, He is cold as ice (Celcius)
He is cold as ice, He is cold as ice (Celcius)
He is cold as ice, He is cold as ice (Celcius)
He is cold as ice, He is cold as ice (Celcius)
[Verse 1: Tech N9ne]
Underrated long awaited everybodoy feel me when i made it
They debated could'nt faded niggas even tried to imitate it
Do you really wanna make ninna hit 'cha with one of these killa flows
Everybody know i got the kinda scripts that'll make a demon catch a cold
Got the money got tha power
6 hooks wet up in tha shower
With the cleana Tecca Ninna
Cold when im bustin at tha cowards
When I finish droppin this freeze out send em to the acropolis
Hail to the pop in this when the villians mobbin is marvelous
When me lay me head in Les Misarables (Killa)
With the backwards this I be the god (Zilla)
My zero degrees makin 'em freeze with love of a millimeter gun
Servants in the back keep bringin me spoo d's with 151
Hella choices of women
Take 'em to the room drop the semen
Have the little one show 'em how to power bomb demons
My flow'll find the temper in ya, wimper in ya
I'm too cold so dont even botha takin my temperata, nigga
[Hook: Tech N9ne & Girl]
I am cold as ice
I am cold as ice (Celcius)
He is cold as ice
He is cold as ice (Celcius)
Freeze me with your (???)
Ice Ice baby
[Verse 2: Tech N9ne]
Yo the evils gonna get triple teamed
I freeze demons till they brittle ice cold lyrical prodigy
Your life is but a triple beam
Good and bad minions in the middle me and satans dicodomy obviously
Nonsmalable cromda lyricombolus, psych, thought i'd just speak another language
That Tech N9ne be the strangest
Mr. freezmizer before the fatality let finish my slushy like Budweiser you an apetizer
Flowin off yellin with a passion
Blastin no time to ration
Ever lastin cashin a vast stash colda then aspen askin'
Where the real mc's at
Were the competition leavin all the women soaked like
On a mission to get tha punanny wet then it freezes
Which means i'm free from diseases
No melting internal burning no fevers thanking Jesus memen celcius
57 56 never fessed never fold
Brown bandana on my head lookin like Eskamo when I roll
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[Bridge: Tech N9ne]
Ask my crew if you dont know
Tech will show you the crispy show
Can't fuck with this (Comin' straight from the abis)
Zero Celcius
[Verse 3: Tech N9ne]
I kicks ass for the cash and I get it, get it
Ain't nobody on the planet fuckin wit it, wit it
I heard you bust that weak ass flow when you did it need to quit it
Know that when the gat spit a rap its a blizzard don't forget it
I wear my sunglasses at night all hatas dont understand (What's that)
Cause when my gun blasts its bright cause I can, cause I can (That's right)
Demons tryin to show me whats sizzilin' think your heated leavin them froze with ninna flows
Leavin no need to repeat it
You can't unthaw this flawless
When we rollin with rogue dogs
When they saw we was ballas
Keepin' hatas locked in tha closet from all us
Back up off us
Me and Juan steppin' off in the night quick
Killin' evil with an icepick
To watch the worms crawl in the worms crawl out
In your stomach and out your mouth
Celcius
[Hook]
