[Verse 1] If you got scratch, nigga, get the fuck up Throw your hands up if you hella fucked up Einstein, Tech N9ne, two triple zip Crack a jaw, whip 'em all if they wanna trip Ladies with the bar codes, meet me after this Maybe you can show me the meaning of abyss Everybody on the wall, momma is a bzzz Had her at the Budgetel stroking on my dzzz This ones for the psychos, gang bangers and sluts Bumbs holding the pipe those college graduate fucks I feel for no foes, I kill till I close my trap I'm ill when I flow and you never doze when I rap Tech Tech, give me women and much alcohol and I'm straight Eat drink and be merry, yo, come tomorrow might be your fate Yo, look, look over there It's that nigga with the hair TECH and Juan, what a pair The rest equals MC squares What?
[Hook] Who got this motherfucking house on lock? Einstein, Tech N9ne, dwam Who keeps it sizzling? Who keeps it hot Einstein, Tech N9ne, dwam KC, MO, Roll KC, MO, Roll
[Verse 2] Everybody witness, my soul sickness If you dig Tech when he's twisted, then go get this Bringing the house down when I rip shit like the plates shifted Angels come in many shades either drunk or lifted The Einstein, meaning gifted, too slick to get with Two years ago, my shit was broke, but now I fixed it with the quickness You missed it when I used to roll with misfits and Nitwits But now who I do biz with ain't none of yo business Blood thirst in the church now, the earth's the worst Clutch your purse when we lurk cause we cursed from work Trying to party like a motherfucka, broke as a joke Don't hire me, but you arrest me when I'm selling my dope So who's the Einstein in N9ne N9ne, Tech N9ne I'm Crime mind in my prime rhyme time I'm mixing one fifty-one with Malibu rum And pineapple juice among all my angels and wicked ones
[Bridge] We're the party people night and day Living crazy is the only way Einstein, get you where I got you when I'm on it Einstein, rock it like you mother fuckers want it
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[Verse 3] What do we say to haters off top? Haters got beef, they thinking we got We gonna get postal if it don't stop You can get ghost or you can get shot Generation X gonna party 'til the death Anybody tripping getting greeted with a stretch Taking everything and we're leaving nothing left Demons gotta die have 'em breathing last breaths I feel that I got will and I'm gonna bill 'til I'm killed Bell till I bail, if I fail, then I'm gonna steal what I will Tech is a realist, running with killers, you better vill this Be the witness to the coldest When I hold this dick, they break camp when I flow this Einstein go the ill route Throw up your hands if you're villed out or if you're real sauced I told you all I'm cold dog I flows, all heat I'm representing Rogue Dog, Rogue Dog, 57th street What?
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