Aight I got as close as I can get with these lyrics. I didn't do the chorus mainly cause I can't really understand it with my crappy headphones. If anyone has any corrections, please let me know, I want these to be as accurate as possible.
(Chorus)
(Verse 1)
Don't nobobody wanna deal with a nigga that
Got it together for real
And even think his own thoughts (Jeah)
Everybody wanna do what everybody else doin,
To copycat is what they been taught (Jeah)
I'ma get in the brain of the lame, I contain pain
And I'ma give it to the rap game (Jeah)
The way you're doin it, the way you're pursuin it
You're gonna ruin it villain it's a goddam shame (Jeah)
Are you ready for the real, here we go now (Jeah)
Most on the radio can't flow now (Jeah)
Everyday I gotta cut the radio down (Jeah)
Sound like another Pac or an O-Town (Jeah)
You can't have a contest or a showdown (Jeah)
When two cats got the same kind of flow sound (Jeah)
Tecca Nina I'm comin to put the MO down (Jeah)
Run up in the record label with a 4-lb.
Am I too versatile, cursed to drown
In the bowels of the earth
Man I'll be first to growl and burst out the vowels
Of the original murderous verse out the mouth
Big Tech N9ne's gonna be the one runnin the race
That's real, I'm speakin to everyone in the place
I can deal witcha don't like the drum and the bass
If you can deal with a muthafuckin gun in ya face
I can't get with it (Jeah)
Record labels in the industry are sick wit it (Jeah)
P. Deezle really don't know a hit for shit
Kick the bitch, if you dis my hit
You might get pistol whipped (Jeah)
Catch him in the hall (Jeah)
Hit him in the jaw (Jeah)
Give it to the fans, they can get it all (Jeah)
Cause the industry is punks
Tech, I'm ready to get crunk
I come in and straight dump with a pump
(Chorus)
(Verse 2)
How many Tupacs and Jay-Z's and Master P's can they conceive (Jeah)
Cause they know a few glocks, 3 AT's, and master keys
Will make em bleed (Jeah)
How you gonna say black people won't listen to this
And don't listen to that
Like sayin a fool can slang 'caine
A fool can gangbang
But never will get hit with a gat
Ya betta (Jeah) get your story straight (Jeah)
Cause I aint no devil for real (Jeah)
I'm a rebel for real
That Tech N9ne is on some other level for real (Jeah)
You a pebble to real niggas
Songs like "Psycho Bitch" and "Real Killa"
"Einstein" nigga that's a mill steala
The idiots say black folks won't feel us
What, you think we done? (Jeah)
Do we all gotta run when the heat come? (Jeah)
Showin original tongue, it'll be fun
But the mothafuckas with the bums and the weak ones (Jeah)
Shuge Knight punked the industry quick
That's because most the industry's bitch
Nigga I'm a man I don't be runnin from nobody
We deal with the niggas who trippin and givin us shit (Jeah)
Radio won't play the ong-say
Thought they wanted rap to advance but they on't-day
When I die I'ma aunt-hay
Every industry racket who givin money to a unk-pay
Tech and Tekneko
Get people involved from KC to Mexico
Strapped with that fat Desert Eagle
Run up on the industry and let the heat go
(Chorus)
(Verse 3)
You can look into my E-Y-E's
And you can see why these
Muthafuckas don't wanna see my sti's
Cause I'm a killa wtih lyricals coming down like miracles
And I come from the kingdom of jungle drums
And hums become rumbles
I'm the one that begun the gun tongue, get sprung
Got everyone comin in bundles (Jeah)
Act like a bitch (Jeah)
Treated like a bitch (Jeah)
Act like a chump (Jeah)
Treated like a chump (Jeah)
When the funk jumps (Jeah)
What you gonna want (Jeah)
Aint gon' want nothin (Jeah)
Industry punks (Jeah)
You can run but you can't hide from the ride (Jeah)
You can say that it's dope but I won't buy (Jeah)
You can think Tech N9ne really won't fly (Jeah)
But I got a killer ear and a killer eye (Jeah)
Def Jam take chances
In my opinion (Jeah)
They give advances
To the niggas that's really on (Jeah)
Universal, Loud, LaFace
That's some of my favorites
But the ones who call the shots
Most of em on some hater shit
That other shit
Boy, your mother, sis, or your brother bitch
Not no lover lick
Packin black and fat blubber shit
Yeah the radio dead (Jeah)
Cause the industry is punks (Punks)
Put the double barrel to his forehead!
(Chorus)
(Chorus)
(Verse 1)
Don't nobobody wanna deal with a nigga that
Got it together for real
And even think his own thoughts (Jeah)
Everybody wanna do what everybody else doin,
To copycat is what they been taught (Jeah)
I'ma get in the brain of the lame, I contain pain
And I'ma give it to the rap game (Jeah)
The way you're doin it, the way you're pursuin it
You're gonna ruin it villain it's a goddam shame (Jeah)
Are you ready for the real, here we go now (Jeah)
Most on the radio can't flow now (Jeah)
Everyday I gotta cut the radio down (Jeah)
Sound like another Pac or an O-Town (Jeah)
You can't have a contest or a showdown (Jeah)
When two cats got the same kind of flow sound (Jeah)
Tecca Nina I'm comin to put the MO down (Jeah)
Run up in the record label with a 4-lb.
Am I too versatile, cursed to drown
In the bowels of the earth
Man I'll be first to growl and burst out the vowels
Of the original murderous verse out the mouth
Big Tech N9ne's gonna be the one runnin the race
That's real, I'm speakin to everyone in the place
I can deal witcha don't like the drum and the bass
If you can deal with a muthafuckin gun in ya face
I can't get with it (Jeah)
Record labels in the industry are sick wit it (Jeah)
P. Deezle really don't know a hit for shit
Kick the bitch, if you dis my hit
You might get pistol whipped (Jeah)
Catch him in the hall (Jeah)
Hit him in the jaw (Jeah)
Give it to the fans, they can get it all (Jeah)
Cause the industry is punks
Tech, I'm ready to get crunk
I come in and straight dump with a pump
(Chorus)
(Verse 2)
How many Tupacs and Jay-Z's and Master P's can they conceive (Jeah)
Cause they know a few glocks, 3 AT's, and master keys
Will make em bleed (Jeah)
How you gonna say black people won't listen to this
And don't listen to that
Like sayin a fool can slang 'caine
A fool can gangbang
But never will get hit with a gat
Ya betta (Jeah) get your story straight (Jeah)
Cause I aint no devil for real (Jeah)
I'm a rebel for real
That Tech N9ne is on some other level for real (Jeah)
You a pebble to real niggas
Songs like "Psycho Bitch" and "Real Killa"
"Einstein" nigga that's a mill steala
The idiots say black folks won't feel us
What, you think we done? (Jeah)
Do we all gotta run when the heat come? (Jeah)
Showin original tongue, it'll be fun
But the mothafuckas with the bums and the weak ones (Jeah)
Shuge Knight punked the industry quick
That's because most the industry's bitch
Nigga I'm a man I don't be runnin from nobody
We deal with the niggas who trippin and givin us shit (Jeah)
Radio won't play the ong-say
Thought they wanted rap to advance but they on't-day
When I die I'ma aunt-hay
Every industry racket who givin money to a unk-pay
Tech and Tekneko
Get people involved from KC to Mexico
Strapped with that fat Desert Eagle
Run up on the industry and let the heat go
(Chorus)
(Verse 3)
You can look into my E-Y-E's
And you can see why these
Muthafuckas don't wanna see my sti's
Cause I'm a killa wtih lyricals coming down like miracles
And I come from the kingdom of jungle drums
And hums become rumbles
I'm the one that begun the gun tongue, get sprung
Got everyone comin in bundles (Jeah)
Act like a bitch (Jeah)
Treated like a bitch (Jeah)
Act like a chump (Jeah)
Treated like a chump (Jeah)
When the funk jumps (Jeah)
What you gonna want (Jeah)
Aint gon' want nothin (Jeah)
Industry punks (Jeah)
You can run but you can't hide from the ride (Jeah)
You can say that it's dope but I won't buy (Jeah)
You can think Tech N9ne really won't fly (Jeah)
But I got a killer ear and a killer eye (Jeah)
Def Jam take chances
In my opinion (Jeah)
They give advances
To the niggas that's really on (Jeah)
Universal, Loud, LaFace
That's some of my favorites
But the ones who call the shots
Most of em on some hater shit
That other shit
Boy, your mother, sis, or your brother bitch
Not no lover lick
Packin black and fat blubber shit
Yeah the radio dead (Jeah)
Cause the industry is punks (Punks)
Put the double barrel to his forehead!
(Chorus)
