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Tech N9ne Collabos

Genres: Hip-Hop

The Answer [explicit] Lyrics - Tech N9ne Collabos

Yeah, I think they got me fucked up 

Everybody better hold up 

Cause they don't be feeling you like they feelin' me 

And I think I'm the answer 

 

I really had to break it down 

I really had to keep it simple 

I had to run up and down the court watching y'all like the league official 

I never had to keep a pistol 

If I did shoot, I'd shoot to kill 

Talk is talk and that's cheap to me 

But nobody really know what I do for real 

I am what I always been, white kid with the rapping skill 

Maintain that I'm self-sustained 

Still CES came as a package deal 

Run shit like in track and field 

I'll pass baton in decathlon 

Search around and go find a verse where I came soft and I was slackin' on 

Puff puff and I'll pass it on 

My team strong and we here to win 

Repping hard for the underground, I'm an emcee and a lyricist 

Many men tried to mirror this 

They was scheming on me like a pyramid 

But they theory is full of bullet holes 

Period point blank I shoulda known 

 

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Yeah, I think they got me fucked up 

Everybody better hold up 

Cause they don't be feeling you like they feelin' me 

And I think I'm the answer 

 

I rap until my tongues tired 

I spit it like it's gun fire 

Anybody tellin me I'm not the best it gotta be I wear a mask like an umpire 

Sayin I should hang it up in music you're a plum liar 

A dumb guy or you're a bum sire tellin me I'm inadequate knowing it's not anyone higher 

(UP) 

That is where I am bitch 

Up in the clouds eating a industry sandwich look it I can spit cutting em up 

And is fuck it I'm feelin funny bout fair weather fan shit 

Kansas, City King has landed 

Anything remotely close to nope when I quote you're choked with a velvet rope, Janet 

Is he crazy? Sho Lia wicked like Fangoria 

Fool is hatin cause he don't understand my communication, Nokia 

Tecca N9na spit it so clear like Ho sheer 

When I get to rippin this flow here 

All the women go ta grabbin their crotch they all screamin OH DEAR! 

 

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Yeah, I think they got me fucked up 

Everybody better hold up 

Cause they don't be feeling you like they feelin' me 

And I think I'm the answer 

 

Armed and dangerous 

Kali baby, y'all can never hang with us 

Y'all slaves to us 

Y'all niggas be gambling or rambling, counting all the money, chump change to us, I'm joking 

If I'm N9ne I keep that pistol smoking 

By design to find your prime time if their eyes open 

Son of the times ain't dependent on the rhymes 

Quoted rockabye to smoking on the pipe but doing lines of cocaine 

I don't rock that shit 

I'ma drop that dime like they committed to crime on divine lines that I've spoken 

Soak it up if you can get the picture, don't lurch if the shoe fits ya 

I really can't stay on my time zone 

I ain't user friendly word to iPhone 

A different creature, every feature I get on is my song 

 

Well I, Well I know you got me fucked up 

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, better hold up 

See they don't be feeling you like they feeling me 

And I know I'm that answer 

 

Too old for this bullshit 

Zoned out, turned up 

Your gross must pass through fire and that's why 

I'm burned up 

Hell all in my head, peace (Got a) 

Gapin' hole in my heart too (But I) 

Won't pray to no savior (Why?) 

These days I'm too smart to 

I ain't came up for no area 

I put dough down on a fare back 

Niggas hood rich, I ain't there yet 

But I got holes like a clarinet 

And I jug lean and I pop pills 

And they hating 'cause I got skills 

If these pussies don't shoot me, you can bet that the punk cops will 

I give two shits about who's with you 

Laugh loud when that boom hit you 

On the role, like I'm too cripple 

Getting twisted like two nipples 

My soul's darker than nightride but no night light, I write all day 

I get fancy with them blades in, and leave blood stains in the hallway 

 

Yeah, I think they got me fucked up 

Everybody better hold up 

Cause they don't be feeling you like they feelin' me 

And I think I'm the answer 

 

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