Tech N9ne

[fox69]

"Clueless"
(feat. Larone Burnette & Solé)

"Clueless"
(feat. Larone Burnette & Solé)



I can't believe you did this to me after all I did for you
Cause you made me so mad and there's nothing you can do
You and I were clueless, but you were the most
And I guess you just got lost
Baby you were just clueless
So clueless

What did I do to deserve this kind of pain?
Out of all the fights, this was the main
You said to give it a chance
But I saw you at the dance
We tried to work it out
But I still had a doubt

(Clueless)

I just can't take the risk of getting hurt again
And you're way worse than other men
I used to think you had a brain
But now I know that you're way insane
You tried to steal my heart away
And you'll pay for that someday

(Clueless)

I can't believe you did this to me after all I did for you
Cause you made me so mad and there's nothing you can do
You and I were clueless, but you were the most
And I guess you just got lost
Baby you were just clueless

(So clueless)

I cant believe I let you play me for a fool
N' wt you did was so totally uncool
I had no clue it would end this way
And I don't really care of what you have to say
I'll never forgive you for what you did
Gosh, I was such a kid

(So clueless)

But now that I'm grown and mature
I realize that I was blind and unsure
It ain't gonna happen no more tho {no mo}
And it's obviously the end of us, yo
Now I just wanna scream and shout
Cause you don't even know what our relationship was about

(So Clueless)

Should've told me the truth in the first place
Now I'm gonna have to pick up the pace
Boo if you loved me so
Then you wouldn't be this low
But now that I figured out your cheating ways
It's just too damn late

(For us to ever be togetha again!!)
And you won't get away with anything else these days
(this I promise you... Yeah...)

I can't believe you did this to me after all I did for you
Cause you made me so mad and there's nothing you can do
You and I were clueless, but you were the most
And I guess you just got lost
Baby you were just clueless
Clueless..
Clueless!!!!

(You should've told me before... should've trusted our love
Should've thought about that before you went on and broke my heart..
But its ok because in the end I'm better off without you
And its just too bad that I cant say the same about you! you're so clueless)

 

[fox69]

"Colorado"
(feat. B.o.B., Ces Cru, Krizz Kaliko, ¡Mayday!, Rittz & Stevie Stone)

"Colorado"
(feat. B.o.B., Ces Cru, Krizz Kaliko, ¡Mayday!, Rittz & Stevie Stone)



[B.o.B]
Yeah, uh-huh, uh-oh, no, damn

[Tech N9ne]
It-it-it-it-it-it that good Colora-do

[Hook: B.o.B]
Toke, toke, toke, toke, you know it's that fire, I can't get no higher!
Toke, toke, toke, toke, I came to turn the night up, now watch me as I light up

[Tech N9ne]
Hey, I smoke in Amsterdam, in Denmark, Christiana!
Canada, then Germany, now everybody in this twist ganja
Now I wanna go to my second home big Tech is prone to conjure
Some of that new legal purple good Colorado-marijuana

[Stevie Stone]
Break it down, curl it up, fire it up, pass it ‘round
Got that dope, eighth and a dream and cuddle with a purp when I'm in a town
Nobody fucks with regular, on my shit spectacular
Hit it for the low shit gotta be real loud, and this wild next to ya
Rhino rolling in the most, hydro mixed with indigo
Blaze that shit, really can't get no high, but niggas still feel me though
Shoakin' dough, blazin' fire, roll 'em up, mile high
Lovin' Colorado strawberry kush open wide

[Tech N9ne]
Put you lighters up in the sky when the nigga do it
For the homeboy Pakelika, Restin' in Reffa!
Smoking that good Keisha
Through a vaporizor with a feature
Tech N9ne, I'mma kick it everytime
When I ease my mind, I hit my bottle
But they legalized it in my second home
When I go I'mma hit that good Colora-do

[Hook x2]

[Godemis]
You already know what it is, tappin' bottles, chippin' lips
Rollin' up another thumper, then we on the way to kill another gig
Info, Frizz, Stevie, Tech, Ubi and Picasso too
Joggin', I'll get it open, talkin' smoke so loud that I can't hear you
Look at me walkin' sideways, wavy but I'm not sloppy
And I'm burnin' down the bush, with the chief the spirits have got me
Better roll up you know I'm cold as fuck, going nuts iffin' I'm up in your place
Takin' a hit of the purp I'mma hold it in and blow it in your face!

[Info Gates]
[Cough] Info Gates [Cough] bitch don't hate
I showed up at the studio bars official
Cause I'm on trees like carved initials
I got that Candy Maldonado but I've been KC, not Colorado
So if a cop finds this avocado
I got in this medicine bottle I gotta get

[Ubiquitous]
Be hittin' the indica strain when it get in my brain
That it isn't the same, I'm twistin the flame
Light up, the Ces is definitely beneficial for the pain
That medical Jane never synthetic you know photosynthesis gettin' the blame
Blowin' legit if you switchin' the state, uh, blow the piff and I'm driftin' away
When I'm out in the Springs with a mountain to king
I'm countin the ounces they bring, they offer that kush (Kush)
They burnin' the bush, they 'bout it no doubt it's a thing
I'm jackin' the cyph, then I'm coming for Colorado for over half of my life
I came from about it back in the day, got a habit for packin' the sack in the pipe
I blowin' that it in

[Hook x2]

[Bernz]
Been an outlaw for minute though, smokin' out with no shame
Blowin' loud out of my sun roof back in the Sunshine State
But then boys offered that cake so it's a cat and mouse type chase
So I growin' eyes on my back and droppin' brains over my face
I need a high estate, elevate, gotta get back up to that Denver stage
Where the fans are Strange and the air is thin
But I smoke is thick I just can't explain
Sparkin', puffin', passin', ease your pain and all these forms of fashion
I think it's only right to celebrate it, just get

[Wrekonize]
Up-up high, get 'em up-up high
Stuck in the sky, we gotta lust let's fly
And I just met my angel dangled
With a halo and a bud supply
Went over limits and you heard the tale
About my freaked out tweaked out weed dungeon
But I forget about that when I'm in the do
See I be all up on them Green Funyuns
Took another trip out to the CO
Where they be telling me the liberty is legal
So that's no piss test for your PO
We go to free load and debo Doritos
Showing love to Metropolis
And the brother with the funk on the side of the curb
Green cross in a seson of moss
When they all breed crops and they dying to serve

[Rittz]
Fort Collins to Boulder we smoke the air
We just feel wicked we on that Jodi Arias
Rollin' and jokin' these folks just stare at us
Trippin' for no reason when it's so hilarious
You high or something, you stared but you scared to puff
You wanna fly with me yeah have fans with lust
Just be careful when you hit it, I got admit it
I been known for sprinkle these orange hairs with dust
Forgot where we was, tried to order a quarter pounder
From a Taco Bell drive through high so we drove off
On the road lost blinded from the smoke fog
Made it to the crib I hit the door and then I dozed off
Broke off my homies a couple buds
And ever since the day I did it I got a bunch of phone calls
Ask me how much do an O' cost
In Atlanta got 'em smokin' on that dope dog yup-ya-uh-yeah

[Krizz Kaliko]
When I'm in another land I smoke that fire-iah-iah
I don't really hit to choke but tonight I'm gonna try-iah-iah
Take some weed, mixin' with tobacco leafs
Actually and breathe and I lose my faculties, naturally
(Okay) Worldwide now, following Tech Nina
Take another hit if you got that reefer
Bring me a little bit of that sativa
Baby tokes is my anxiety
Don't like when I put up inside of me
I go back to the bottle, when I take a hit of that Colora-do

 

[fox69]

"Come Gangsta"

"Come Gangsta"


[Intro: Some guys talking]
The spiked red hair...and the..and the, paint on his face
Whow, hold on man, Tech is losein' it man
He's not as grounded as he used to be
Tech was a devil worshiper
You know you see a black dude with red hair
And a long beard, I mean look he look scary to me too
Yeah that nigga Tech man he sellin' out man
That..that's he's doin' that for the white folks
That white shit he doin' man

[Verse 1: Tech N9ne]
I've been writing for
Nineteen years for sure
Haters in these times
Niggas don't wanna see me shine
Stop me, and then try and tell me (Come gangster)
And then compare me to Nelly (What ya bang bra)
So this songs is gonna tell me so called gangster Niggas, who the fuck has always been the bigger G?
Hey, I've been bustin'
And fizz knuckin' bitches
It tizz nothin' for years puffin'
I've been clutchin' riches from his muffin'
Heres fuck you niggas this is toughin' I
(Don't know what the fuck you thinkin' telling me this shit is hella fake)
Say, since way back in the days rappin'
The blaze happen
I raised raves craves days would blade packin'
And stage saggin'
They're wackin' Nina stays laid backin' I
(Rap at niggas constantly they never know the money Nina makes)
Hey, this is amazin' how niggas formulate they hatin'
You fuckin' fornicate your mistakin'
We can never correlate cause you fakin', huh
Who's bringin' in through the bacon, huh
Who's keepin' this shakin', huh
(Got any questions Sinister Tech and Tecca Nina niggas know the rest)
Gay, is all you punks and mitch bades this in your trunk won't get played on the radio
Too gangster for an old lady bro
Gangster niggas don't hate me no
Wanks niggas won't face me though
(Talkin' shit and books my people tellin' me that I really need a vest)
OK

[Bridge 1: Tech N9ne]
I rep the town harder than any of you niggas
Where ever I stand my bills the same punk
And you got the nerve to tell me

[Hook: Tech N9ne]
Come gangster
Throw your rags in the air
And know that nobody there
Will compare to your gangster
Saggin' pants to the floor
Every womens a bitch or a whore
When your gangster
Pack ya guns in the club
If they shrug to them thugs mean mug ya come gangster
Is what they sayin' to me

[Verse 2: Tech N9ne]
I should've been done come wit a gun
For the ones who bump they gums who the one
Said a nigga wasn't gonna make another record said I was wack and washed up done
Said a nigga might scare little' ones
He's a fuckin' nightmare, here he comes
Really red hair and my face painted
They said (Gangster)
Messy Marvin Coleone is so (Gangster)
But I really ain't (Gangster)
I need to come a little (Gangster)
Scratch the scratch the nigga fat tone is so (Gangster)
You need a bit of that (Gangster)
You need to hang wit a (Gangster)
Mr. Stinky vigilante so (Gangster)
Brother Lynch is (Gangster)
The Bigger Figga is (Gangster)
57 RD Vs are so (Gangster)
The nigga fifty is so (Gangster)
They say
When you in them streets, creep creep
Cause some gangsters want a head blast
Cause I run with the red rags
And try make the feds flash
Try to swipe my bread stash
(That's that bullshit I'm gonna' skip and try to go get the money grip)
OK, you niggas kill me in Nosferatu vampire bit my shit
Cause you niggas fill me surprised that I got you right here with my shit
So you gotta be thankful to who?
By the way homie what's gangster to you?
(Money, dope and alcohol and plenty bitches all up on your dick)
I got that
How can C-Bo be wrong?
How can Yukmouth be wrong?
How can Lynch be wrong?
How can 2Pac be wrong? Bitch!

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Tech N9ne]
I've been nice to you rapper cats for a long time
I left Kansas City so them other cats can gonna' shine
But it seems these punks are confused because I'm my own kind
But I'm back on deck cause Kansas City is who's throne? Mine!
This ain't no punk shit
Nigga this is strength at it's finest
I made this shit so you all you sins can rewind it
Meaning, you pussys who says this Tech shit ain't hard for real
And try to disregard the real
You motherfuckers is hard to feel
I get your death threats cause I'm the king bitch
Money, groupies, drugs, alcohol and bling shit
But I stay a hella game
And you punks is so lame
Cause my mobbin' gangster track will demolish your whole tank
I've been with every rapper who's legendary
Underground to mainstream know that Tech is very hard
Cause I bring the heater
Love me cause I'm your leader
Bitches they suck my peter
While I drinkin' Margaritas
Niggas get laid down
Seven displayed sounds
N9ne the crayzed clown
Lines like sprayed rounds
This is for all you haters who don't pump my shit
If you say this ain't gangster then you can suck my dick!
I might look like a clown
But you niggas sound like a motherfuckin' circus
Fuck you motherfuckers!

[Outro: Yukmouth]
This nigga is the tightest nigga movin' man
I mean...Tech N9ne will demolish all you niggas
From the stage show, to rockin' the mic you name it
Thats why I roll wit him he my favorite rapper real talk
Tech N9ne

 

[fox69]

"Condolences (Skit)"

"Condolences (Skit)"


[Voicemail:]
N9na, this Water. What's up, fam?
Damn, uh, sorry to hear about your moms, man

Techalicious, this is Wendy Dae
I just heard about your mom
I'm so, so, so, so, so sorry

Hey this your brother Chris, man
Sorry to hear about you moms, man

Hey this is Cook right here
I heard about what happened
Lemme know if you need me to do anything
And gimme a call, lemme know something, okay?
I'll be waiting to hear from you

 

[fox69]

"Constantly Dirty"

"Constantly Dirty"


[Verse 1]
Ain't nobody ever gave me a thang in my lifetime
So I'm on my own standin' strong
Holdin' chrome, disrespect my villains
Get'em gone, early mone, on the cone
Getting' my hussle on

I stays dirty, chippin, choppin', flippin birdies
I'm pushin' 30, vision clear I'm neva blurry
Plot and plan strategic mission I'm on my toes
I stays wit fam my mans and shake these fuckin' foes

Lord knows, all the different situation trials and tribulation,
Aggravations that a nigga's facing
I get complacent, that's my ass I'm a memory
They spillin' liquor on the curb when they mention me

But ain't no fear in me, get it how you live
That's if you hearin' me, then dug down and dig.
Lace yo boots, man prepare for this struggle
Stay in them trenches hella dirty, grit and hussle.

[Chorus]
Ain't nobody ever gave me nothing
I'm on my own, I was down and dirty when I was young
But now I'm grown and I continue to struggle you heard me
Me and my niggas in the coarse and we constantly dirty
[Repeat 2x]

[Verse 2]
Nigga, I gotta pocket full g's I'm constantly
Serving my Nina knock'em to they knees I'm constantly dirty

Supervillian check my powers I get the early worm
Chop with hoppers loose the kopper's with just a single turn

True to life through the mic they got me telling stories
With the fame and the lights I feed my territory

Gutter living with precision them busters know they phoney
Flipp my profit keep on rockin' it for my dead homies

They wanna follow my shadow and waddle in mudd
It's the infallible cannibal with the dirty gloves
Absolute with this power they call me realistic
Savage with cabbage still coming up off that Vill living

Giving my life to the night on the dirty
All my might when it's right then we strike on'em early

Twisted life living dirty, super savage I'm out to get that bread
Gutter living that's my habit until they rest my head

[Chorus]
[Repeat 2x]

[Verse 3]
Which one of ya'll can I holla at when it's time for me to pay rent
And who you think gone lone me money once my last is spent

I got a even shorter list of people to call on when I'm in a pinch
So I might just walk around with my jaws clinched like the Grench

I'm headed for trouble cause I can't sit here and struggle
How can I bubble if I don't get out and hustle?

I'm in the wind put the spud on the muzzle
Put on my hood and grab my gloves and my shovel

Tie up my boots because the mud gets thick
Then hit a lick so quick they think I love this shit

Real life gutter living nigga coming straight from the brain
Some handle the stress others break from the pain

It's been fifteen of the damdest and ain't nothing changed but the weather
Times are still getting harder and niggas can't stick together

All thru my teens, twenty's seven when I'm thirty
Txx Will a be gritty, grimey, constantly dirty

[Chorus]
[Repeat 2x]

[Verse 4]
Ain't nobody gave me nothin' but God
He gave me talent these civilians
Perpetrating a fraud, that point is valid
Got niggas sayin' they made me
The only thing that was maybe was music
Cause nobody ever properly paid me

Don't get it twisted that little money was appreciated
It got me out there again glad that's alleviated
But the nigga that say I didn't have a following before Mitchell Bade
Hit the streets must be inebriated

Soon as Mitch hit it hit because we some talented
Mutha fuckers but they still talk shit
Keep that shit low black, that shit be getting' back
2 a nigga that will fight 4 you at the drop of a hat

I tried to tell'em let me do this here
They talkin' like they don't want Nina getting' thru this year
I'm still strugglin' hard, how can niggas disregard I'm 30
Watch what you say when you speak to little birdies
I'm constantly dirty

[Chorus]
[Repeat 4x]

 

[fox69]

"Cotton Soldier"

"Cotton Soldier"



What up Haver male? how you doin'? I got the flu
But I'm still movin', spokane that would be my town
This is where the juggalos are born and crowned
We give 'em the mike, they start rippin'

Dead body flashes, I'm still limpen, give me the mike
And I'll be pimpen that's the lines everyones sayin' rage, twelve gage
This is my religion juggalism, prism sit on my lap
I'm Santa Claws and I am back

One mo claw in yo ma fucken rack chitty chat
Stop talkin' like you black, fact if you fuck wit me personally
Get yo dome split my name is set and I personally don't like you trick
Tick tock, there goes the clock, it's twelve at dot, where my pot
My weed at that rat a tat tat

Get me back get at me dog, I hop in my hog
I got a twelve gage pump in the trunk along wit some egg nog
I'm looken for this nigga, I know, he snatch my weed
Once I find him, I know he'll beg and plead
He don't really want to see me

Cotton soldier, I told ya
Who is it? The cotton soldier
Cotton soldier, I told ya
Who is it? The cotton soldier

So I'm headin' down felony flats, I'm on gardener
Everyone in the world I lost my partner, this is where I'm from
Though I don't have to be scared to scream out juggalo but
I'm steel lookin' for that fool who jacked me for my weed
I have to be cruel 'cause I lost all my weed

I gotta take this punk down, curb, stomp next this is my town
Enable to have sex, I'll chop off his shit, then he says, what next?
Damn, this fool must be Rex, invincible in every type of way
Convinsible, I personally think he's gay, it's all over now
I got my weed back time to get blazed and get back home

Woop woop, what up Haver male? It's 2006 and I'm blazed as fuck
And any body who reads this ad on to the song
If you can so I can check up on my shit and see
If anybody got this message, peace out

 

[fox69]

"Countdown (Skit)"

"Countdown (Skit)"



10
9
8
7
6
5
4
3
2
1

 

[fox69]

"Creepin'"

"Creepin'"




[INTRO: (spoken)]
Areola, that shirt came off, that bra came off and...so crazy
What a day. What a motha fuckin' day. I tell ya.
Baby, I'm home! Hey, baby!
What's that smell? Smell like..like my baby's pussy.
What the fuck?! (Oh, shit! Sorry! Shit!)

[CHORUS]
What do you do when you're workin, come home, and I'm creepin' out the back door
Pants on the floor and you're lookin' at her sayin' "Whatcha doin' that for?"

[VERSE 1]
This is how it goes when you're hard at work (hard at work)
I'm with ya lady and I'm all up in her skirt (all up in her skirt)
She chose a rapper 'cause this rapper know how to tap her
Strap her down and attack her while you sneak in, watch pornos and jerk (watch pornos and jerk)
And ya can't be mad at me 'cause your thick bitch wanna ravage me
Got my big dick in her cavities then it's spit spit I'm in anatomy
And ya can't come badgin' me 'cause she sick wanna insert half of me
Straight addicted to the master he whips the sticks up without batteries
Poetry in motion
I make her water 'cause I'm a scholar I father her twat and bother her I got her
She'll eat anything I want her to eat, she'll swallow anything I want her to swaller
she'll go down & chew on my dog, doin' anything that'll make me holler.
And you the victim don't even know whats ya comin' home to, I'm bangin it out & she's screamin like we doin kungfu.
Im feelin' right cuz you the one she do the wrong to.
Now that you know your lady is creepin' - whatcha goin' do??

[CHORUS]
What do you do when you're workin, come home, and I'm creepin' out the back door
Pants on the floor and you're lookin' at her sayin' "Whatcha doin' that for?"

[VERSE 2]
But it aint no need though, cuz I'm a G tho.. I find em, then fuck em, feed em & I let him repo.
I understand you're punchin that clock, but while you're punchin man, Im punchin that twat - gonna get that overtime
BG Bullet does step over the line, gotta key to the crib, this pussy's suppose to be da line,
this bitch too old to be lying, she done told her husband things suppose to be fine,
you da bigger man, and I'm her clover leaf now, what about the clothes that he found:
did you tell him you love him, did you tell him you wit it,
did you tell him you this love his dick every time that you get it - I don't think so,
so Ima keep things low, keep pullin these strings close that pop that El Nino - (yes!)
Cuz Im the best at it, your lady's sex addict - all in the spot when ur not, getting my head patted.
But Ima keep this thing respectable homie, I'm using condoms in your festival homie, no need to killa nigga!

[CHORUS]
What do you do when you're workin, come home, and I'm creepin' out the back door
Pants on the floor and you're lookin' at her sayin' "Whatcha doin' that for?"

[VERSE 3]
What would you do if your boo crept on you-with me, new tattoo with the letter "P" - all over her humps like the letter "B".
Trip if you want to, scared nigger - never me: your girl has been land-marked,
that means that I marked her - that means that I skidded sperm all over her twat fur:
that means that I got her, where you never had her- sex game critical, now she is a master.
You never got ur dick licked, mine is getting tongue-kissed, she could suck a orange thru a straw - call her Sunkist:
Man, she a cold chick, yeah I know you miss that: bank account access- ya- you know I did that.
Put it where her ribs at, then I let her slip on it -if ya like it then ya shoulda put a ring on it.
Cuz Paul Mussan had that pussy with a sling on it. And I aint even poppin' E homie, but the question is:

[CHORUS]
What do you do when you're workin, come home, and I'm creepin' out the back door
Pants on the floor and you're lookin' at her sayin' "Whatcha doin' that for?"

 

[fox69]

"Crybaby"

"Crybaby"


I was born in 71' in Kansas City, MO
my momma was a heavenly one, so the fam was pretty slow
when it came to rap and R&B and plenty more
check it, if it wasn't on gospel or apostle
or written in the Bible, then it go
So when they tell the baby don't do something then I end up doing it anyway
like, don't listen to rap, it's the evil music of today
but, I really fell in love with the sound that was coming out form the East Coast
So we got it and twisted it up a bit, now the industry's having a heatstroke
Some say that rap is dead, but when I get the white, black, and red
and jump on the tour bus through 58 shows, then I'm back with a big black sack of bread
Can't believe that that was said, cause Im here with a stack of fed
and I got it from rap/hip-hop or whatever and I did not have to beg
So, here I stand, the mic in hand with my rap attire
and I like my fans spending grands cause we got the fire
our merchandise, like 5 G's every half an hour
and you cry like a baby so your mic must be your pacifier

When I read the magazine, them rapper's sounding like
WAH WAH WAH (Crybaby)
When I see them on the TV, them rapper's sounding like
WAH WAH WAH (Whatcha crying bout?)
[x2]

If it's negative, I don't wanna hear it
eliminating player haters with their evil spirits

I hear em talkin, they mad at Smurf and Souljah Boy
They hating big in the magazine, and dont even know the boys
I know the ploy, washed up rappers wanna attack people
Run up to the car, pull out the mac lethal
Man thats a problem with the black people now
What ya need to know is that, in the world theres a lot of dough to stack
And the ones that wanna hold us back aint been outside they cul-de-sac
Every nigga I know is strapped, rip shows that'll blow ya back
But notice that, I can put it right down to where the shoulders at
Hating on the south? Why? Trippin off them chips they got
You don't like that it's screwed and chopped
but you wanna get off in they pot
Wanna be MC you talk a lot, up in the spot and you hot
Cause they 84's be poking out
What the hell is you cryin bout?
Everybody wanna be killa but not for reala
bout the method of making money you gotta get the milla
by doin it like I do it do the work and believe in it
when you do it to the fullest aint no problem achieving it
When I was broke, homie I went for mills
Got on the mic with the intent to kill
Stronger than ever, and you a gimp for real
I drink caribou lou, and you drink enfamil CHUMP

When I read the magazine, them rapper's sounding like
WAH WAH WAH (Crybaby)
When I see them on the TV, them rapper's sounding like
WAH WAH WAH (Whatcha crying bout?)
[x2]

You should be clapping when folk make it up outta the ghetto
or trailer park, it don't matter even if he black or if he guero
but, you don't know how to be male
instead of a Timberland, you probably in a stilletto
better yet in a baby shoe, jealous of maybe you
sick of me cause I'm making dinero
and you dont wanna get clapped at
you want a standing ovation? I thought not!
you say you better than rappers on radio, man that's false chop
try to run up on me, cause a benzo will never be in your car slot
try to step up on the scene, my infra-red beam's right at your soft spot
if you was on TV and balling you wouldn't grown and trip
he'd keep hatred, envy, and bloodshed on his lip
Tech got long cream with chrome things on his whip
?? with a chrome thing on his hip
but just know your hip will not stop the hop
cause when you look at the big picture, my block pops alot daily
so keep on thinking my clock stops the shots
and I can quickly bury you in your Osh Kosh B'Gosh, baby

When I read the magazine, them rapper's sounding like
WAH WAH WAH (Crybaby)
When I see them on the TV, them rapper's sounding like
WAH WAH WAH (Whatcha crying bout?)
[x2]

 

[fox69]

"Cult Leader"
(feat. Liz Suwandi)

"Cult Leader"
(feat. Liz Suwandi)



[Man]
Now with your loyal fan base and to the extent
that there dedicated to your music and your message
It has some people calling you a cult leader, how do you feel about that?
[Tech N9ne]
Cult Leader....eh hahaha
[Man]
Yeah, they're comparing you to, you know, like, Jim Jones or David Koresh.

[Tech N9ne]
You know that's real fucked up to um compare me to Jim Jones or uhh David Koresh.
You know what I mean because those were not people that were for the greater good
You know what I'm saying, there trying to say, that I'm gonna feed my fans electric kool aid
They got me fucked up...
In this house there is no room for envy, this is why we wear our uniform!
Racist, not welcome! Rapist, not welcome! Hatred, dreaded in this house!
Ready to fight hatred with love? Join us!

[Chorus]
If you come with me then I can show you
Where we'll take you where you dare not go to
Follow me and let my mind control you
We will rebuild this world that will destroy you

[Tech N9ne - Verse 1]
How many wanna go? How many wanna know?
How to fight demons when the planets gonna blow
A lot of ammunition gotta be packing a lot of doe
Being together it is wonderful the gun was loaded one exploded
Speaking to me with the tongue he just folded
From the Tech soldier some you get blessed over
Bums that come from straight under get swole
I told you, That I would die for my loved ones
Kill for my blood ones beside a cousin
Together when the evil does come
I question are you willing to plug one
Protection is one thing you need
To battle any animal coming with greed
If evil try to penetrate us and feed
Simple mathematics demon, you bleed

I know this comes off violent but this fight's for love
It should not be this way but evil drew first blood
Put the IX on your inside right wrist
So I can read and properly like this
That's how we know we together in a crisis
And you don't need a lot of your money to buy this
Stay with me in the darkness when the light hits
I will promise your family low prices
A better war for your boys and girls might get a little
Dark and dirty before we get to the brightness

[Chorus]
If you come with me then I can show you
Where we'll take you where you dare not go to
Follow me and let my mind control you
We will rebuild this world that will destroy you

[Tech N9ne - Verse 2]
The red is for the blood we all shed fighting
The black is for the nights we fight with no lighting
The white is for the clouds from which we came flying
Landed on this jam with man and then began dieing
We slegna see dread through these retna's
We beg to be swept up by the blessed head inspector
But all these heckles don't respect the way we lecture you
Get next to you, that's when the Tech gets flexed when a watup who's next with us
If I happen to die at the end of my run
Please give all my note books and guns to my son
When the smoke clears I hope there's some folks nears
To vote me as the pope here, Not quote fear is not a condition and no tears
The new club is black clothes black boots and strings
I'm gonna show these non believes what mass lab producing means

[Chorus]
If you come with me then I can show you
Where we'll take you where you dare not go to
Follow me and let my mind control you
We will rebuild this world that will destroy you

[Tech N9ne - Outro]
That's right, there are people right outside these doors
that would actually attempt to be our oppositions simply
because of the love we have for each other, the love
Ain't that something?
We still have our daily jobs we still pay our taxes, right
Some of you all ain't payed your taxes but we working on it right
So what do you think the problem is? That we all dress alike?
That's petty that couldn't be it
That we helped those in any kind of trouble, that's suppose to be a good sumaritive, Right?
They evil that's why we have depression, and what do we do to evil? OWHH, (OWHH)
Off with his head
(Off with his head)
Off with his head
(Off with his head)
Off with his head. That's what I think