[Hook]
For the emcees that we know that can't rhyme
Whether on tape, 12 inch, they flat-line
Either you rhyme for a livin', or livin' it for the rhyme
Check the hollow-point and cock back the Tec-9
For the emcees that we know that can't rhyme
Whether on tape, 12 inch, they flat-line
Either you rhyme for a livin', or livin' it for the rhyme
Check the hollow-point and cock back the Tec-9
[Verse 1: Tech N9ne]
I told ya, deep in your fros with flows, La Cosa Nostra
Hand me your souls when I approach 'em
Coast to coast, toast to indulge ya
Makes me (*backwards talking*) little backwards exposure
The time is critical, divine spiritual
Bind rituals, people keepin' away from N9ne kickables
Heard he flips 'em, rips 'em
And when he does it may God be with ya, Deus Vobiscum
Rips from here to Quebec, I will wreck in the sec', I'm at your neck
You flex, I get vexed in your ledger, so here's your best bet
Give your currency to me, how to be an emcee
Is mucho dinero, jockin' juice on mi huevos (lego)
Captain Crunch up against Fruity Pebbles
I go through the ghetto like heavy metal, pendejo
Flippin' my rapper, killer beats
Your non-rapper kill a sour beets
Crowded like Roscoe's on Gower Street
Power speech, I straight devour leaf suckers
Like they stole from my mother on Christmas (Six plus six, lift us)
Flows urkin' to blow like Psycho Perkins
I chose workin', with spirits I'm soul searchin'
For the emcees that we know that can't rhyme
Whether on tape, 12 inch, they flat-line
Either you rhyme for a livin', or livin' it for the rhyme
Check the hollow-point and cock back the Tec-9
For the emcees that we know that can't rhyme
Whether on tape, 12 inch, they flat-line
Either you rhyme for a livin', or livin' it for the rhyme
Check the hollow-point and cock back the Tec-9
[Verse 1: Tech N9ne]
I told ya, deep in your fros with flows, La Cosa Nostra
Hand me your souls when I approach 'em
Coast to coast, toast to indulge ya
Makes me (*backwards talking*) little backwards exposure
The time is critical, divine spiritual
Bind rituals, people keepin' away from N9ne kickables
Heard he flips 'em, rips 'em
And when he does it may God be with ya, Deus Vobiscum
Rips from here to Quebec, I will wreck in the sec', I'm at your neck
You flex, I get vexed in your ledger, so here's your best bet
Give your currency to me, how to be an emcee
Is mucho dinero, jockin' juice on mi huevos (lego)
Captain Crunch up against Fruity Pebbles
I go through the ghetto like heavy metal, pendejo
Flippin' my rapper, killer beats
Your non-rapper kill a sour beets
Crowded like Roscoe's on Gower Street
Power speech, I straight devour leaf suckers
Like they stole from my mother on Christmas (Six plus six, lift us)
Flows urkin' to blow like Psycho Perkins
I chose workin', with spirits I'm soul searchin'
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