[Intro:] In a world of misery, within it, three planets colide. Brotha Lynch; Dalima; Tech N9ne; Bring you, along for the ride
[VERSE 1: BROTHA LYNCH HUNG] Wait a minute, I’m from the West Coast Conference, Like Kobe, or James Worthing You could just call me the King of the Valley, All I need is a game jersey! Nigga nuts and guts get served up, When I get it, I’ll spit it up, game sturdy, Cut it up, gut it up, with colds cuts, And in a oven I’ll heat it up, came dirty! I be off'a that Crip tonight, turn ‘em into liquid ice, Paint his jersey. Leave 'em in the back o’ tha' alcove, like Helter Skelt', stick it to ‘em like velcro Nigga, I’m a bitch killa! I’m a dig a ditch, quick ta' rip ya'. Paint a murder picture wit' cha, I'ma jack knife, Strip ya' dat' night, split ya legs open and dick ya'! But them quick into rippin' ya guts, Deep heat, Deplete you, with the meat cleaver, that I didn’t see ya either. Phone call or receiver, court order delete ya', Tech ordered the meat, I’m bringin' the seasonage, wit' a suicide note, do-or-die Locc, keys in the back,cut necks, I’m sexist ‘bout to get him that Brotha Lynch Hung Necklace, Expecially Sexist
[HOOK: TECH N9NE] (Welcome to My World) Where hearts are broken, and bars are open, potions pullin' me closer. (Welcome to My World) Dark’s my ocean, my Ark is floatin', but not livin' like I’m supposed ta'. x2
[VERSE 2: DALIMA] (Lyrical Asylum..) Cause I be Dalima, motherfuckers hatin' me for the longest, Could it be critical because I’m lyrically flawless? And if I’m heated I cannot be mentally cautious? (Look at the pain..) I get deep peepin' the flame, Only can I be held accountable for makin' the change, To whatever regards are gonna be, (Insane..) In the middle of a stage, I’m bustin' like a 12-Gauge, You can never bring it to a nigga that’ll hang you up, slip a couple millions up in ya' drink for ya', Homicidal with the fully-loaded rifle, an undecided of whether or not I can peel brains, or guts (I get spaced out sometimes..) And it’s like I’m a heathen, Whether or not you believe it, Everytime I rap a motherfucka' stop breathin', Have you ever been in a dillema for a reason? (Nah..) Well let me introduce you to the crucial upliftin' future, (Indeed..?) Recruit you and seduce you, to the mutual group of, (My Friends Souls..) Nigga you better get ready because we done put together the (fettiest?) chemical frame, Energetic when I let it, embed it, in your brain, Tech N9ne, Dalima, Brotha Lynch like:
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[VERSE 3: TECH N9NE] Fight this phantom, ya' frickin' family will fall flat, Bunk Bianca’s, beat em' black ‘n’ blue wit' a baseball bat! I might be a small cat, But I won’t use discretion, hit em' with a weapon, if he steppin' wit' a mall rat! Twenty minus Eleven, I make em all scat! Not prosperous now, Tech’s not with his crowd, He’s lost in his cloud, Rather be offed than, soft with his style I got hopes that my life might get better, But I been broke so I might swipe ya' cheddar, You’re better get ready to give me, I got a vendetta, Comin' to get it; whether weed or money, whatever Nobody said it was gonna be easy, people deceive me, or leave in the dark and buried off in Necropolis, One day you gonna see on TV, you better believe me, Takin' over this, and never the opposite Rewrite my life, gimme light, inner fight for what’s right, Allah Liberante Cuidado, 151 Rum is how we run from slim sums, then comes Diablo I need a medic ‘cause I murder energetic; In the cerebellum never tell 'em I got: One of the worst problems in the Medulla Oblongata (Meh-doolah-Ah-Blun-Gahtta) And ya’ go in one hell of a shot! No more Darkness, how did I start this? Feeling bizarre shit, like kickin' ya carcass I am the ruler in my kingdom and my Dark Seas hot! Step into My World and your heart-beat stop!
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