Fresh Out! Tech N9ne (Ft. Swisher Sleep)

[Intro: Krizz Kaliko & Tech N9ne]
The number one independent rapper in the world!
Tech N9ne!
I am what? Fresh out of fucks!

[Verse 1: Tech N9ne]
Fed up with everything, I'm cynical than I ever been
I'll make the Beretta ring if any comin' up at a king
Alluding to leveling a leader livin' a better dream
Kinda like the brother on the side of Coretta King!
But the people, they made me a monster
I need a getaway and may need some Kontra-
Band in my hand I'm goin' crazy and bonkers
Like I'm rich and my baby's Ivanka!
They don't give a damn about a good nigga
They wanna take what you givin' and put you out in the river
Without a particular bout, I give you doubt if you is a
Fallacy giver and nothin' but a salary digger!
I'ma relay the message, you're gonna decay
If karma displays a deathbed, you wanna delay
The drama today that Tech said he gonna repay
The one in the way, I check it wit' a llama to spray!
When I spit it, niggas, quit it, 'cause I come wit' it
Big digits, got 'em livid, when I quick flip it
They don't wanna dig it but the spirit is not authentic
Not a pity party, but I'm fed up with the hatred
And how they wanna spit upon and hit the gentle faces
Not even knowin', we sick and mental cases
I open up they mouth wit' a fully and dental they shit!