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Tech N9ne – Pull Out ft. Head Da Don Lyrics

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Fire dat shit up Goodro
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Hook: Head Da Don
This knot so big off in my pocket, make it hard to pull out
Different foreigns in my garages, which one I’ma pull out?
Baby tryna hit the lottery, tellin’ me, “Don’t pull out”
I know they plottin’, but they dyin’ if I ever pull out
They hatin’ and you got ‘em pissy, I say, “Fuck it, pull out”
They gon’ try you, don’t be slippin’, yeah, you gotta pull out
Don’t let that little thotty get you, you gon’ have to pull out
Stack your papers till it’s too silly for you to pull out
Verse 1: Tech N9ne
Voila, blunt in my hand is dwamn
Ain’t got no plans, illicit brand got me slammed in the land of la, la
Hate and you scam, I can’t understand whatchu sayin’ la, la, la, la
They said, “Tech N9na washed up,” I gotta tell ‘em, “Pull out the facts”
Lot of ‘еm stuck on planet rock like I can’t pull out some plaquеs
What I scripted make me tickets, now I pull out the stacks
‘Cause I brought Independence, Overland Park and every hood out for rap
Ain’t no enemies touch us, so it ain’t finna be ruckus
They just scaldin’ ‘cause we ballin’ like the Flenory brothers
Listening, to the classic tunes of This Ring
In my brand new Benz, I pulled out and believe it’s still pristine
But I ain’t bootsy or lame, try and juke me, I aim
Flyin’ screw is fryin’ food like I am Lutfi, I flame
If you fakin’, this surely gonna get you hatin’
Wish you Nathan, but goodness when I pull out of your situation right?

Hook: Head Da Don
This knot so big off in my pocket, make it hard to pull out
Different foreigns in my garages, which one I’ma pull out?
Baby tryna hit the lottery, tellin’ me, “Don’t pull out”
I know they plottin’, but they dyin’ if I ever pull out
They hatin’ and you got ‘em pissy, I say, “Fuck it, pull out”
They gon’ try you, don’t be slippin’, yeah, you gotta pull out
Don’t let that little thotty get you, you gon’ have to pull out
Stack your papers till it’s too silly for you to pull out
Verse 2: Tech N9ne
If you ain’t bangin’ this, you deaf
You pullin’ out on Tech, in other words, you left
I ain’t lose no sleep ‘cause they still on me like I’m Hugh Hef
‘Cause Goodro pulled this one out, and it’s slow enough to two step
Devil accusations, constant hatin’ ‘cause I stood out
My darkness taken round the nation made the hood doubt
With the conversation, they not basing, or chasin’ music that I’m making
Negatin’, I’m ahead of the race, I still ain’t pulled out
But niggas pull out the grief when a hood got released
Talkin’ all that crazy mess when you just could mouth ya peace
If indeed we did some dirt our way, they would route the beef
All of that fake news you put in the city, all we gotta do is pull out receipts
So just let bygones be bygones, got them lies gone
So why moan? Like a pie slide on my bone
Pulled out the truth you can rely on
No fly zone, you suckas can pull out, but KC is my home

Hook: Head Da Don
This knot so big off in my pocket, make it hard to pull out
Different foreigns in my garages, which one I’ma pull out?
Baby tryna hit the lottery, tellin’ me, “Don’t pull out”
I know they plottin’, but they dyin’ if I ever pull out
They hatin’ and you got ‘em pissy, I say, “Fuck it, pull out”
They gon’ try you, don’t be slippin’, yeah, you gotta pull out
Don’t let that little thotty get you, you gon’ have to pull out
Stack your papers till it’s too silly for you to pull out
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Tech N9ne, Joey Cool, King Iso & Dwayne Johnson – Face Off

Face Off Lyrics
Tech N9ne, Joey Cool, King Iso & Dwayne Johnson – Face Off Lyrics

Intro: Krizz Kaliko
Rumble
They gon’ take yo’ face off

Verse 1: Tech N9ne
Spirit of a lion, describes my soul
Give it up to Zion then my fire grows
Wishing of a riot inside my lobe
Am I trippin’? Is the highest when I fright my foes?
Bip I’ma hit ‘em with this, you ‘bout to get yo’ ass kicked
My technique is so sick, I’m ‘bout to make the hit quick
Whole lotta muscle, you don’t wanna be in a tussle
Better than me? That’s rubble, you want trouble, what’s up though
Feelings hot to kill a top guerilla, drop and kneel to pops, I grilled the opp
For real, ya clock it yield and stop, ya will is shot, the deal was knock ya ‘til ya plop
I got the hell comin’ yo way, you softer than a thing of Yoplait
Nevеr competitive with the bеtter kid I go cray
Gonna be deaded, because I fed it to the mo’ graves
When you wake up in that wet blood, ain’t no way you ‘bout to get up
How you know that I taxed yo’ ass ‘cause you got the motherfuckin’ check, stub
Always gonna have to pay cost, when you steppin’ in my way boss
When I build steel and you stay soft, you gonna punk out when we face off

Chorus: Krizz Kaliko
Rumble
They gon’ take your face off
They gon’ rumble
They gon’ take your face off
They gon’ rumble
They gon’ take yo’ face off
They gon’ rumble
They gon’ take yo’ face off
They gon’—
Verse 2: Joey Cool
Rumble there, young man, they rumble
Run up get a combo quickly help you understand, but stay humble
Don’t nobody wanna talk about the way of the world, the weight of the world’ll make ‘em all crumble and I might stumble
But I pick myself up brush myself off my thoughts of a goddamn boss
I am at they neck like I’m Malcolm X, like I’m Dr. King, like I’m Cornell West
Like I’m Huey P., like I’m Booker T., like I’m Rosa Parks, I’ma need my rest
Niggas know what I’m ‘bout I’ll run up in yo’ house, feet up all on your couch sock you right in your mouth
I ain’t after no clout, it could really go south, I’m prepared to go to battle whenever there is a ‘bout
I am Muhammad
Ali I’m payin’ the homage, policy is to be honest
I take it beyond it though, I can relate to ebonics and really I hate to be ominous
All of your hate is too obvious, I am the hustle the muscle, I play for the audience
I am a gangster with knowledge, if you wanna enter the ring, I would hate to be opposite
Jab with the right, jab with the left, jab with the right, now you got ‘em all staggerin’
He gon’ come back with the right, back with the left, that’s when you step to the side now dagger
You gon’ be damned if you do damned if you don’t bastard I’m like Cassius my swagger
It really don’t matter pardon, I’m hardened lawless the Martian Kickin’ that jargon

Chorus: Krizz Kaliko
Rumble
They gon’ take yo’ face off
They gon’ rumble
They gon’ take yo’ face off
They gon’ rumble
They gon’ take yo’ face off
They gon’ rumble
They gon’ take yo’ face off
They gon’—
Verse 3: King Iso
Barber cape off how I’m giving the fade
Based off the description I gave
Cut the game off, I’m a Street Fighter, beat breaks off like the whip on the stage
Hand out ass whippings, my plate haters ate off, yeah, get Hitler a steak
It’a be Chaos like emerald chase, when I face off in a Nicolas – Cage
Yeah, I’m living in rage, punch a pussy niggas, like I’m fisting his babe
I was sitting in the ‘spital, going mental doc had told me they’ll forget me, but they didn’t, I remember them days
And I don’t wanna be Batman, nigga, I’m Bane
Literally how the venom enters my veins
Since a little one, Killa really been sick in the brain and the more I think about it my life was Twisted, wait
Reminiscing on when mom and dad would wonder why they couldn’t reach me like they didn’t have my number
Fighting for my sanity, I never had it hunger, put a nigga underground quick that’s a bunker
Shock ‘em like I’m Master’s brother, better pick your battles busters halfway under
Hit more times than acupuncture, when it comes to rumbling I’m Afro thunder
Really it be funny when I kick it to you dummies, how I’m grippin’ on this iron when I’m rhyming on the mic
Because it really will get bloody, like I’m kicking it with buddies when I beat a nigga up like I was Iron nigga Mike
I tell ‘em, they don’t wanna tussle when I’m at ‘em they gon’ drop
Bet you that he stumble when I jab ‘em then I cross
Leave a nigga Humble, like Damn when Kenny dropped ‘cause really we can rumble like Jackie in the Bronx
We gon’—

Chorus: Krizz Kaliko & Dwayne
Rumble
They gon’ take yo’ face off
They gon’ rumble
They gon’ take yo’ face off
They gon’ rumble
They gon’ take yo’ face off
They gon’ rumble
They gon’ take yo’ face off
(Chyeah)
Verse 4: Dwayne Johnson & Tech N9ne
It’s about tribe, it’s about power
We stay hungry, we devour
Put in the work, put in the hours and take what’s ours
Black and Samoan in my veins, my culture bangin’ with Strange
I change the game so what’s my motherfuckin’ name (Rock)
(What they gonna get though?)
Desecration, defamation, if you wanna bring it to the masses
Face to face now we escalatin’ when I have to put boots to asses
Mean on ya’ like a dream when I’m rumblin’, you’re gonna scream, “Mama”
So bring drama to the king Brahma (Then what?), comin’ at ya’ with extreme mana (Ahoo, ahoo, ahoo)

Outro: Dwayne Johnson
Thank you brother Tech N9ne
Thank you Teremana
One take, that’s a wrap
Face-off

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Tech N9ne – Bro So Mo (Lemony Snicket’s) Lyrics

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Intro
The stories you are about to hear are true
Names have been changed to protect the ignorant
This is “Bro So Mo”
(Lemony Snicket’s!)

Verse 1: Tech N9ne as Bro, Mo & Partner
phone ringing
-Boy!
-Ay, yo, Mo, I got this song that I want you to end
It’ll be suitable for your flow
It’s called WWC
Kill everybody on it, even me
When you close it, make the globe trip
That’ll know that you’re frontal lobe sick
(A few years later)
phone ringing
-Yo, Mo, it’s me again!
-Yeah!
-Strange Music, T-E-C-H-N-9-N-E again!
-What up?
-That last one you did was no joke
You spit at the opposite of a slowpoke
But this timе I want you to do a full verse
On my brand new song I call “So Dopе”
-Yeah that!
-And then I’m ‘bout to be on TV
For the first time, lot of people gonna see me
But they can see we rockin’ so dope
With the the blokes for the folks and the hoes gonna be skeet
-Bool, Blood, I’ma finally meet ya
Thank you for the feature but what about your little funny **?
Really try’na peep her, tell me, did anybody beep her?
-Nah, she a good one, a keeper
(One week later)
*phone ringing
-Yo, Mo!
-What’s up?
-We rocked the spot, bro!
-Yeah we did
-Hold up, Mo, it’s my partner
-Hello?
-What the fuck?
-What happened?
-Your boy Mo got drunk after the fucking show
And treated our execs’ wives like hoes
-No…
Chorus: Tech N9ne
Some people you try to help but there’s no way to remedy sickness
A series of unfortunate events, I call ‘em Lemony Snicket’s
Wicked
We up so they look small as Jiminy Cricket
A series of unfortunate events, I call ‘em Lemony Snicket’s
Niggas

Verse 2: Tech N9ne as Bro, Mo & Partner
(Two years later)
phone ringing
-Bro!
-Ay yo, Rittz told me that you got two spitters on your team
Named So, and young BO I know
-Yeah they bool
-Next time when you hop up in the city in a minute, let’s shine
‘cause I wanna meet the little homie So and check rhyme
And I hear the people sayin’ he’s the new Tech N9ne
-Yeah, a’ight!
-I’ma holler!
phone ringing
phone ringing
-Hello?
-Yeah, Partner, my bad, I missed your call
-It’s no problem at all, just wanna know
What you thinkin’ for support on the next tour?
-Oh, Mo and his clique, for sure!
-You mean, that drunk fuck? That…
-Yeah, man, but the fans feel him
And I’ve seen that he can kill ‘em
Heard he gets ‘em and his stans feel him
-Send me his digits!
-Okay, it’s gotta say “Lemony Snicket’s”, ‘cause he funny
I’m ‘bout to call him and let him know you’re about to hit him up, and tell him we’re about to get money
(Ten minutes later)
phone ringing
-What’s up, Partner?
-Fuckin’ Mo already posted on our tour he’s gonna go!
-And you ain’t called him yet?
-No. Neh’mind…
phone ringing
-Bro!
-You jumped the gun, Mo, take that post down
Now I gotta frown, ‘cause the tour is done fo’
-Oh…
Chorus
Some people you try to help but there’s no way to remedy sickness
A series of unfortunate events, I call ‘em Lemony Snicket’s
Wicked
We up so they look small as Jiminy Cricket
A series of unfortunate events, I call ‘em Lemony Snicket’s
Niggas

Verse 3: Tech N9ne as Bro, Mo & So
(One year later)
phone ringing
-What’s up?
-Mo?
-Yeah?
-Since we got us a few in the can
I wanna send one to your man So!
-Yeah that’s bool
-Okay!
phone ringing
-Bro, I’m really try’na get it in with you with the flow!
-It’s called “Bad Juju”, comin’ now, my nig, here we go!
(Two weeks later)
phone ringing
-So, they postin’ jealousy
phone ringing
-So, the whole crew is embellishing
Saying you jumped ship over a song, no?
-It’s on, bro!
-What you mean?
-He owe me 3K for my beats but he just sent me 187
And that shit is threatenin’!
-Okay, I’ma call him right now for the check-in
phone ringing
-Yep?
-Why you trippin’?
-Blood, that nigga talkin’ hella loud on Facebook
I just wanna fight!
-I won’t let him meet you for the fade
‘cause I can’t trust a single word that you say, plus…
-What?
-You sent him 187 when he’s tourin’ with us?
Now we gotta ban you, Mo, from the tourin’ and such
When the lil’ homie end up touched, it’s up!
Outro: Tech N9ne
I was done with this
But lately he got his fans threatenin’ us, talkin’
Guns and shit over music
Got a wonderful life and I won’t lose it
To people so stupid ‘cause I’m makin’ bops
They can have the title “quicker with the chop”
While I’m at the top, I’m too up to shoot
I’d like to think this truth will make the bullshit STOP!
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Tech N9ne – They Know Meh (ft. The Popper) Lyrics

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Hook: Tech N9ne
They know meh everywhere I go
They know, they know, they know, they know
They know meh everywhere I go
They know, they know meh everywhere I go

Verse 1: Tech N9ne & The Popper, both
Aye, thought I can go to Istanbul
And not be noticed, turns out everybody know this damn tool
I go to visit folks are wit’ it ‘cause I can spit and drool
I’m so committed, bro the lid is I’ma just twist and pull
Even at the old folk’s home (they know meh)
Stopped through to show some love
They know those songs, ay (they know meh)
They got my logos on
Granny ?
They want some stab wounds
So they try to follow me to the bathroom (fast pyune!)
Goddamn, everywhere they know meh
They show me, love, ladies want my cream filling like cannoli
In the west I tell her that I’m KC and not a Cali rapper
But it really don’t matter, she want that batter outta my tally wacker, my zowy zapper
Off top they know meh like they got my DNA (ay!)
Bathroom attendants know meh when I’m on my va-cay
Player like Kobe, that thing she wanna throw meh
Your girl she beg to blow me, homie
They know meh
Chorus: Tech N9ne
When I think I’m creeping on the low
(They know meh everywhere I go)
Soon as I step on the door
(They know meh everywhere I go)
You don’t like fame if you want to roll
(They know meh everywhere I go)
Even the po’
(They know, they know me everywhere I go)

Bridge: The Popper
We sho’, see we strutting with this Glock
(They know meh everywhere I go)
I know my shoes you never seen the grass grow
(They know, they know, they know, they know)
The streets and at the club, the radio
(They know meh everywhere I go)
Up in the MO, yeah
(They know, they know)

Verse 2: The Popper
Turkey Leg Hut, go ask Lynn (They know meh)
Called one them Wells up on the phone and they said “that’s him!” (They know meh)
The Popper push them t-shirts like they cocaine (They know meh)
88816 and 913 my domain (They know meh)
Ask Team Pump my hustle is relentless (They know meh)
Reppin 60 block plus Countryview to friendship (They know meh)
In the, in the A wit Zay and K Digga (They know meh)
DJ Funky TicTac I rocks with ya (They know meh)
I’m always known to keep it 1 hun (They know meh)
Hello Edwin relatives in London (They know meh)
When I, when I go abroad and I’m on tour (They know meh)
When I go to France and they say “bonjour!” (They know meh)
I got active wit yo main and seen her head drop (They know meh)
When I, when I’m out in Denver up in Red Rock (They know meh)
Gritted plentah with alot of solid hustlers (They know meh)
IMKC would like to thank a loyal customers (They know meh)
They know meh!
Chorus: Tech N9ne
When I think I’m creeping on the low
(They know meh everywhere I go)
Soon as I step on the door
(They know meh everywhere I go)
You don’t like fame if you want to roll
(They know meh everywhere I go)
Even the po’
(They know, they know me everywhere I go)

Bridge: The Popper
We sho’, see we strutting with this Glock
(They know meh everywhere I go)
I know my shoes you never seen the grass grow
(They know, they know, they know, they know)
The streets and at the club, the radio
(They know meh everywhere I go)
Up in the MO, yeah
(They know, they know)
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Tech N9ne – Badge Of Honor Lyrics

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Disclaimer
I realized I couldn’t change how people look at me
But it gets lamer becomin a rich stranger
But some people minimize it until you get angered

My life myself never (had the drama)
Since I arrived from the (vag of mama)
You can move mountains share your things
And still won’t receive a
Badge of honor!
I never needed a (badge of honor)
But the people receiving a (badge of honor)
Homicidal, genocidal if you really want em
Believin ya (grab the llama)
You can move mountains share your things
And still won’t receive a
Badge of honor!

I grew up in the projects (ninth street) Payless tennis shoes on my feet
He came up in the middle class where it’s (quite neat) rockin the nice clothes and fly sneaks
I started rappin nobody can bar this passion pushin and goin so hard it happened
He started trappin target ass so he started talkin to women in a harlot fashion
I’m on the block like wow, rhyme god class and I aim to spit styles
I was broke and I’m happy entertainin crowds he was in the game sellin cane where shit’s foul
I was thinkin strange and I gained a pen pal solidified a name made a claim that sit proud
On my neck it hang and swang and gets loud he was in a lane fulla pain joined a gang and tripped out
I’m knowing I was gonna be so great biggest fuckin artist in the MO state
Many peeps know Yates gonna eat yo face when I open the coffin I’m gonna need Colgate
He’s really goin at it D-Bo rate with the weapon he steppin and got the negro hate
Why are we so late she shot a brother I shot a video and he got the B.O.H

My life myself never (had the drama)
Since I arrived from the (vag of mama)
You can move mountains share your things
And still won’t receive a
Badge of honor!
I never needed a (badge of honor)
But the people receiving a (badge of honor)
Homicidal, genocidal if you really want em
Believin ya (grab the llama)
You can move mountains share your things
And still won’t receive a
Badge of honor!

I had a contact to Universal two through rehearsal and it led to a contract
He wanted combat never knowin where the calm at putin a lotta killin upon blacks
I got really good on the flow no doubt tourin around the globe and the shows sold out
He fa sho goes south in a low low’s mouth ran a train on a woman in the remote dope house
I won awards he ran the whores crime is really somethin he can afford
But I’m deep in the Forbes eatin fa sure while he up in the city tryin to even the score
I was runnin guap up sellin records and I know that nobody can stop us
He was runnin gunnin somebody done got touched
I was feelin freedom his energy got bruh locked up
I made the millis and I gave an opportunity to homies in the city got em paid off a unity
But he was in prison the killas they brought the lunacy
He’s the victorious one and they got the eulogy
I am the number one independent since
Forever he got an extended pen sentence
But I (have to comma) and wonder why the great is so hated but he got out and got the badge of honor

My life myself never (had the drama)
Since I arrived from the (vag of mama)
You can move mountains share your things
And still won’t receive a
Badge of honor!
I never needed a (badge of honor)
But the people receiving a (badge of honor)
Homicidal, genocidal if you really want em
Believin ya (grab the llama)
You can move mountains share your things
And still won’t receive a
Badge of honor!

P.S. this some B.S.!
No matter how hard a brother gotta work he jerked by his people that treat em evil like he cursed the turf
Cause the verse went in reverse so he hurt the church they call you Illuminati when you spurt from dirt
Slave ass mentality when you lavish the pack will hit you on the media with a savage attack thinkin I’m a slave and say my lab is a trap they wouldn’t speak a fuckin word if Travis was black!

My life myself never (had the drama)
Since I arrived from the (vag of mama)
You can move mountains share your things
And still won’t receive a
Badge of honor!
I never needed a (badge of honor)
But the people receiving a (badge of honor)
Homicidal, genocidal if you really want em
Believin ya (grab the llama)
You can move mountains share your things
And still won’t receive a
Badge of honor!

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Tech N9ne – Drill Sergeant Lyrics

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Chorus
Death
Yo’ death nigh set
Yo’ death nigh
Death
Yo’ death nigh set
Yo’ death nigh

Verse 1
O.G
Nobody but the government control me
But to my followers I gotta keep it low key
To keep the image of a nigga that is so free
I approach he, without a father figure
I deliver guap and give a spot to parolees
Makin’ mo’ cheese, pushin’ rocks and regrow weak
Never no permittin’ “fuck the police”
I’m a cold piece
I get at ‘em at a young age
So I can have ‘em in a dumb rage
Really combative in a numb way
Static with my tongue say
Have a littlе fun with the gun spray
But never lеt the hood snipe you
And you gotta know whoever in the hood might sue
So let the good white through
The enemy I’m tellin’ you to murder gotta look like…
You
(Kill ‘em up)
Dreads with the gold teeth
Yeah, are fo’ sho’ thief
Fed with the lead is the motif
(Kill ‘em up)
Set you can show B
Head of the whole street
Cred put a dead nigga so deep
(Kill ‘em up)
Bread be the trophy
Bad to get your breed
Bled hella red for the groceries
(Kill ‘em up)
Never to show grief
Cheddar, get obese
Beg and you plead, give ‘em no peace
Now flip this to music
See, got a company and find the biggest to move it
Yeah, the lyrics are stupid but critics approve it
And people for the wicked will lose it
I take you real far and raise ya
Put out the ill tar and saved ya
Who makes to kill art enslave ya
I am the Drill Sergeant Major
Chorus
Death
Yo’ death nigh set
Yo’ death nigh
Death
(Drill sergeant got the real target
Make you feel hard and get the kill started)
Yo’ death nigh set
Yo’ death nigh
(Drill sergeant got the real target
Make you feel hard and get the kill started)

Verse 2
Take the energy to IG, Facebook, TikTok
Put your vibe on Twitter
Ain’t no limit, we can buy free made crook, hip hop
It puts the eyes on niggas
Lots of foes waitin’, shot yo’ rotation
To the top, opps and mo’ hatin
Lock and load nation, got the globe breakin’
Your block, so drop your location
Let ‘em know that you a real one, emotion you feel none
Anybody really want it, will come
When he do you, you gotta peel some
Never stoppin’ till the deal done
Nothin’ but a drill, son
Talk a lot is how we make this fame
The hate exchangin’ no face to face is lame
Gotta slide and try to take his chain, the safest thang
To keep livin’ you gotta bake his brains, nigga
(Kill ‘em up)
Called but the cops said
Talk outta pocket
Cross me, you offed in a hot set
(Kill ‘em up)
Walk and you’re not blessed
Lost in the projects
? the false should’a popped Tech
(Kill ‘em up)
When he comin’ nosy
Tell him you don’t know me
Tell him a lotta nothin’ really slowly
(Kill ‘em up)
Callin’ you the dobie
Never expose me
And your family won’t need a sad emoji
You can leave with a blown mind
Or confess to your own crimes
With the feds I’m in a wrong bind
That’ll put my ass away for a long time
So my job is to befriend the funksters
Get ‘em livin’ foul till they deep in the dumpster
Drill sergeant, I lead friends to under
Graves and penal system, I feed them the youngsters
Chorus
Death
Yo’ death nigh set
Yo’ death nigh
Death
(Drill sergeant got the real target
Make you feel hard and get the kill started)
Yo’ death nigh set
Yo’ death nigh
(Drill sergeant got the real target
Make you feel hard and get the kill started)

Outro
You got big dreams?
You want fame?
Well, fame costs!
And right here is where you start payin’!
In sweat, and in death!
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Lyrics Tech N9ne – Things I Like

Lyrics Tech N9ne – Things I Like

Tech N9ne – Things I Like | Official Music Video Lyrics
(I like)
A really hot morn wakin’ up going at it so ruff get her top torn
I like feelin’ like I shot porn
I like buncha crunch inside of my salted and buttered popcorn
(Yeah I like that)
I like my people and crew
That know when it come ta me they never take no fecal in you
I like (here we go) Android over iPhone
But I’m thinkin’ of gettin’ one equaling two
I like the fans (chyeah) I feel like I’m y’all play brotha
Super elite and I be rippin’ it all day fuh ya
I like red wine black and all gray colors
And the ethnic aisle at Walmart it’s raw shea butter
I like to (live alone)
Issues and goin’ all petty rot in hell and you gets none
But I really like (creed cologne)
If you ain’t knowin’ already I ain’t tellin’ you which one
I like I’m a black king that’ll bomb first and shoot
I like fat strings in my converse and boots
And in my shell toes that I bought offa Melrose
Without jackers tryna kill me feel me like velcro
I like the high bro I’ve been when I go hidin’
I like ta micro dose chocolate psilocybin
Tech just showed out when I exit blowed route
I like grilled BBQ chicken at Texas Roadhouse

(I like)
Hey back then I used to daydream bout green and other things
(I like)
Hey but now I’m stepping way clean I’m king got everything
(I like)
Aye this ain’t to wake the fans brings me things know what I mean
(I like)
They way I’m spittin’ the way that I’m living aye
(I like the way)

(I like)
A lady not bringin’ torture to me
Lucky me I got that and really court her truly
I like Victoria’s Secret for her boobies
And because of my mother I like horror movies
What really (moves me though)
Is havin’ a get together with (who we know)
When they leave I clean up and I listen (to me flow)
In my all black Beats by Dre (studio) headphones
(Yeah I like that)
We got guap big cheese chunks
Cause my trio will not stop till we slump
I like makin’ the spot hop watchin’ me stunt
Then I listen to Yacht Rock or P. Funk
I like wit skill I can’t be handled
Write like I’m back in the ghetto rockin’ janky sandals
Like I’m still writing heaters off in a stanky bando
Now I’m in my house or hotel I like my Yankee Candles
I like to do it wit the lights on
When the N9na be gettin’ to it’s like a cyclone
Hit my home I rule it when I get that mic on
You know I’m really flowin’ fluid wit this I like song
I like to think my fans take the love in my music
And use that so they can shake the drug
Problem one thing I like if I stand fake ta mug
You look at me right ta my eye wit the handshakes or hugs mane

Yeah I like my plan to visit Africa
Uh huh! And I’d like to see Jamaica and be smokin’ that reefer
Yeah yeah or go to Greece ta straight release and I like when we go to Puerto Rico
Walkin la playa wit my mamacita

(I like)
Hey back then I used to daydream bout green and other things
(I like)
Hey but now I’m stepping way clean I’m king got everything
(I like)
Aye this ain’t to wake the fans brings me things know what I mean
(I like)
They way I’m spittin’ the way that I’m living aye
(I like the way)

(I like)
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