[Verse 1: Tech N9ne]
'98 I was giving 'em Gang Related and killing 'em, man I gave it petroleum
I'm the great, I'm the flippin' one, can't debate it, I'm realest, ?some plan to statin' their? sodium
I take off and get No See Umz, indescribable feeling when you never gonna let go
Feed 'em, lead 'em without a podium, but they call you the Holy one
Making you "Mental Giant", but the hater's shoulders' Napoleon
Running like b-o-l-t, I tried it back in the day and the people felt me
Now every time a feature come the knees to melt T
But the fees are wealthy, try'na seize the belt he-he
Standing high as Hotel Peachtree
Tecca N9na supernatural like a ti-ki
Steady waiting for another MC to teach me
Never happen when they study my kinda species
They wanna go bro handle those
Play with a goat, your antidote is land a can of broke, so Hannibal
Don't provoke no animal, you fan of foe
I'm killing you and your flow no land for botanicals
Never stammer though, cherry'd up like it's Santa clothes
If you really don't understand the flow, (Buck ya!)
I'ma give you Conico, I'ma given you Amico
If you didn't know Tecca N9na is hella flammable

[Verse 2: Taebo tha Truth]
And I finally got my shot off in the big league
Time for me to eat, I'ma turn the beat into minced meat
Nascar, I'm a fast car to your ten-speed
Launch 'em, I'ma bout to wash 'em, give 'em a rinse please
Going against me you'll need like ten teams
I'm making the rim lean, my style is ripped jeans
Listen, I'ma give 'em bars that's sweeter than 16's
The head starving, charge 'em, large as a big-screen
We going against all your dogs, ain't this breed
They mad when I hit the gas, can't pass my slipstream
In my bag and I'm on my way to grab my six rings
Ain't no lying, one of them guys that fly with no wings
I'm five below freeze, court-side, you nosebleeds
And I go high speed, the line what I lead
These rhymes are crime scenes, I find the right themes
Yeah big three in Miami, the Heat is what I bring
Breathe, nah, I ain't even catching my breath
Yeah, sidestep, hit 'em with a right then left
Ain't no biceps when I tell 'em I big flex
This is high-def but I bet they don't see me sweat
I had a 50-50 season and got a call for a Tech
"I know you ain't got no chain 'Bo, go get on they neck"
This one about respect and I ain't tend to make a mess
I said it all with my chest, now tell me who to address, cause
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