[Intro: Tech N9ne] The Great Omnipotent Doc Strange is my name! Six-six-triple-eight-four-six-nine-nine-three Never don't try find me Why? Why? Cause I'm lost in the clouds N9ne? Earregular boss in the house
[Verse 1: Tech N9ne] I don't hear what you hear, nigga Because I hear different you label me a wierd nigga I like that, and I like mixing dark and some clear liquor For the night cap, although we ain't the same I cheers with ya Then I'm right back, listning to Doors records While I get groupie whores naked If it's a blood and gore message, in a movie I'll sure catch it My brain's a vorplex it, got many levels, your message Make a nigga want to ignore that shit, y'all pissy poor, that's it Intricate bred I'm a bit, pompous, if I want it, that I'mma get While you're mad at your bitch Cause you know she at the back of the bus kissing the tat on my dick You gotta be sick, then I had her, thick anatomy, hit with the flattery tricks Stagger these raggety battery pricks Snake and bat ain't average, that'll be quits On one, two, three, my nigga! Doing four much with five, I be, my nigga! Six thousand and seven hundred degrees, my river! Ate a earregular mind state, but it fried N9ne's liver, huh?!
[Hook: Tech N9ne] (x2) Earregular, we're nebula Dear secular listeners, we're here next to ya Giving you fear messed with original weird stress for ya Peer pressure, the ignorant near deaf niggas!
[Verse 2: Tech N9ne] I know that my style is diff'rent! Meanwhile I get frowns and lips bent He better know, we let it go, flee, never throw, glee at a ho, see that a pro Will make the sounds breaking down the distance I get my psyche blown, when I sit and write these songs Then I fuck with my Nikes on: "Plop, plop, plop, plop!" To the women it might be wrong, cause in the middle of the night he gone And the wife of the night she's home: "Stop, stop, stop, stop!" So many sicknesses that I get medicine, I get it up off a nigga But it can never disappear, I know many get with this But it's a couple of really stupid individuals looking for the N9na fate Cause I innovate, and I be the Yates, they can disintegrate Guess my sin it begins with the number before ten And being a clown, always been and raised! When I rhyme my design isn't mindless You can find Tech, flowing up the divine stretch Never spineless, spider K's a rhyme vet And we ain't the only earregular since I got Stevie, Mayday and I signed Ces
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[Verse 3: Tech N9ne] Y'all motherfuckers stuck on stupid (Duh!) I tried to slow it, but my flow's no lucid, thing I gotta be clever to do "This Ring" You can feel it if you 67 or you 15 ("Aggin!") Yeah, that's "nigga" backwards, Tech N9ne be that spitter master With a Cris, with her mugs, and I'm with a grasher Let a chick on the bus and I'm finna smash her Could have been a bastard Swimming in cash and the laughter, I'mma sinner faster Better get a pastor
[Hook] (x2)Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
