[Verse 1: Tech N9ne] Ever since my cradle date, or my prenatal state I was blessed with the gift to disable hate With fatal takes on the mic is makin' my halo break And smash every lady workin' at Strange, call them my label-mates I throw the squad up, them I'ma pour ya broad up Genital, so plentiful, ya chemical's low but shot up Wishin' they'd slow the god up But I ain't trippin' when I rip I'm twitchin' They think that I be sniffing on Snow Tha Product Bitch I might be, this a nice key, to get ya hyphy Dick ya wifey, this for Ike Slice of sin or source if ya see somethin' slither slightly Step inside the surface of Strange, sir, simply sight-see Spit the flow, get the dough, then I hit the ho Mister irresistible twisted is this kiss the toes I'ma kick ya nose if one of ya pricks oppose I'm all he hates, cause I became a landmark like Ollie Gates Maudie's great, tall estate, y'all debate, nigga, call me Yates
[Hook: Marcus Yates] It's no challenge, It's no challenge at all When you up the ball against the low average The low average, killin' 'em, toetag 'em I'ma let you be great though (x3) But it ain't no stoppin' a Yates
[Verse 2: Tech N9ne] Lately I've been like fuck rap What? Did he say "fuck rap"? Oh no no, I'mma write in bold and plus caps FUCK RAP Cuz all these tough cats really don't have no nut sack Trust that 'nuff scratch does back much wackness Flush that shit Down with the gowns with the sounds for the clowns And not in a good way You can drown underground with the pounds When they gust that shit Oh so, low we stojo, hoes and dough negro we flow though Let the soul glow, mojo, nigga Pillowcase, over the head of the industry Illustrate, with my mouth and murders my ministry Seal the fate of my enemy, feel the weight of my energy I heal the hate. Facilitate. Disc jockey's will scrilla make Then play your records until you break radio Ain't nothing but real estate It's still a fake deal of mates who ain't real awake But the mill is great, ain't no iller ape that can kill a Yates
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[Verse 3: Marcus Yates] I can keep my head, while everybody losin' theirs No Marcus, I told you, don't start this debate I'm all arsenal friend, we the median like, you feedin' me in Tired of bein' with the intermediate Faded on bullshit, control the whole medium I done ran inside my meniscus I done out-rapped everybody Christmas So why in the hell would I fail? If I do, I'm just being Ezale Front line level, untamed, unchained After all this shit, I remain on lane, loser And that's what yo ass get for hittin' that snoozer My brain is worth the future, and yes, I don't get worked So my verses hurts when they send me to kill 'em I'm like Biblin' niggas, keepin' it blacker than Power Rangers But why the name Zachary? No leashes, I'm free sucker No reachin' no knee deep into mine Like a comprehension of lines Revisit them when you wanna hear that real wizard (?) Young and timeless, elite science, prominent and flyin' And beat them beats to meet and greet but I conscienceTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
