[Intro: Tech N9ne]
I know y'all don't see me on TV
Or hear me on the radio
But you industry brats
Better check Billboard and Pollstar
Before y'all get to cryin'
About who get seniority at these shows
Especially when compared to me
Y'all ain't shit on stage
[Chorus: Tech N9ne & (Krizz Kaliko)]
I hit the stage, grab the mic
And blow 'em all away, I blow 'em all away
(Superstars) But they know I blow 'em all away, hey
[Verse 1: Tech N9ne]
The gig is over, the gig is over (Bitty bye-bye)
The gig is over, the gig is over (when A play)
The kid is older and gettin' colder (Many fly by)
But his will hold you, so listen closer to
A-A-
R-O-N, they dissin' and twistin' my name
Because Aaron is scarin' these glitz spittin' pricks in the game
Hit with this gift, everybody get a whiff of this script and it's pain
Gotta talk about the people with an attitude
Who hiss me and slipped in my lane
I've been wrecking crowds for a long second now
Got 'em guessin' how Tech is blessed
And yes, the best in-town reppin'
I'm the real, I keep it a trillion when I spit
I ain't spillin' 'bout my million, it's the feeling that you get
With this underground headliner, mainstream ignored a bro
And they be petty, so jealousy is sure to show
But they rich and got more to blow and every thing's affordable
But they gotta go before me because their stage show is horrible
I know y'all don't see me on TV
Or hear me on the radio
But you industry brats
Better check Billboard and Pollstar
Before y'all get to cryin'
About who get seniority at these shows
Especially when compared to me
Y'all ain't shit on stage
[Chorus: Tech N9ne & (Krizz Kaliko)]
I hit the stage, grab the mic
And blow 'em all away, I blow 'em all away
(Superstars) But they know I blow 'em all away, hey
[Verse 1: Tech N9ne]
The gig is over, the gig is over (Bitty bye-bye)
The gig is over, the gig is over (when A play)
The kid is older and gettin' colder (Many fly by)
But his will hold you, so listen closer to
A-A-
R-O-N, they dissin' and twistin' my name
Because Aaron is scarin' these glitz spittin' pricks in the game
Hit with this gift, everybody get a whiff of this script and it's pain
Gotta talk about the people with an attitude
Who hiss me and slipped in my lane
I've been wrecking crowds for a long second now
Got 'em guessin' how Tech is blessed
And yes, the best in-town reppin'
I'm the real, I keep it a trillion when I spit
I ain't spillin' 'bout my million, it's the feeling that you get
With this underground headliner, mainstream ignored a bro
And they be petty, so jealousy is sure to show
But they rich and got more to blow and every thing's affordable
But they gotta go before me because their stage show is horrible
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