[Intro: Tech N9ne]
And the road gets harder with flow spits
'Cause we represent that Kansas City, MO shit
Double doses, Tech Kalikosis
But ran into a duo that's ferocious
Some of the best two, kill you, no rescue
They say that you gotta spit hot 16's before you step through
And they say everybody, nigga, even Tech do
Now we gotta explain our journey to the Ces Cru
[Verse 1: Tech N9ne]
I'm on a pilgrimage to the rhyme Mecca, because I'm Tecca
And this mind left ya down at the bottom because N9ne's better
And if swines ever find the quest to try and test the cleverness
They in a mess; bind yessir, sever decay 'em, I'ma define pressure
I'ma spit it for bidig roars and not a critic whore!
Hit ignore, I got acidic core! Thidis war, you're nada when it pours!
Wanna pla-ay every da-ay, sta-ay for the wa-ay that I spra-ay
Sa-ay? You got the pa-ay? That's ya-ay or na-ay?
Bumblebee tuna, grrr
Don't be smelling like it if you're under me, rumors
Will begin about you from hung-r-y pooner's!
Hopin', wishin', prayin' when you're gone it'd be sooner!
When I'm dead I'ma get up in the head of the nigga that set it up pickin' the lead up, then I wet 'em up look like a predator
I'ma dead 'em and let it puss, skip the peace it ain't no humble we Luna
Moon stricken, rednecks sayin' "Who them coons rippin'"
(Boom!) Pick 'em off
Take 'em off to my land in my van a lotta room, getting in in
When I catch my flow try to wake up your style
But you fucked up like, "Uh-oh, I'ma make up for it now"
And the road gets harder with flow spits
'Cause we represent that Kansas City, MO shit
Double doses, Tech Kalikosis
But ran into a duo that's ferocious
Some of the best two, kill you, no rescue
They say that you gotta spit hot 16's before you step through
And they say everybody, nigga, even Tech do
Now we gotta explain our journey to the Ces Cru
[Verse 1: Tech N9ne]
I'm on a pilgrimage to the rhyme Mecca, because I'm Tecca
And this mind left ya down at the bottom because N9ne's better
And if swines ever find the quest to try and test the cleverness
They in a mess; bind yessir, sever decay 'em, I'ma define pressure
I'ma spit it for bidig roars and not a critic whore!
Hit ignore, I got acidic core! Thidis war, you're nada when it pours!
Wanna pla-ay every da-ay, sta-ay for the wa-ay that I spra-ay
Sa-ay? You got the pa-ay? That's ya-ay or na-ay?
Bumblebee tuna, grrr
Don't be smelling like it if you're under me, rumors
Will begin about you from hung-r-y pooner's!
Hopin', wishin', prayin' when you're gone it'd be sooner!
When I'm dead I'ma get up in the head of the nigga that set it up pickin' the lead up, then I wet 'em up look like a predator
I'ma dead 'em and let it puss, skip the peace it ain't no humble we Luna
Moon stricken, rednecks sayin' "Who them coons rippin'"
(Boom!) Pick 'em off
Take 'em off to my land in my van a lotta room, getting in in
When I catch my flow try to wake up your style
But you fucked up like, "Uh-oh, I'ma make up for it now"
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