[Tech N9ne] Follow me, all around the planet, I run the gamut on psychology They could never manage, we do damage wit' no apology Pick 'em out the panic, a little manic 'cause I gotta be Frantic, I'ma jam it 'cause I'm an oddity Down for the trackin' like I'm grabbin' at my binoculars I could pop at you, papa, 'cause I'm partners wit' Waka Flocka Gimme the top of hip-hop and watch 'I'm make 'em rock With a show-stopper, chakras poppin' off the (Worldwide Choppers) If you anybody, you notice it Take as the pinnacle, now the ideal nickel solos it Little coders to pull again, wrote it quick and they quoted it Yo, when it exposed, the flow be hold it, 'cause when that motor spit A-bi-de-a, bi-de-a, never to get free of the rear Better to get just near the mirror, ready to get near my heirs Gimme the knock and I'ma chop it, he came and it went tomorrow But I'ma lock it down and hop in the pocket like empanadas
Hit 'em up and get 'em up, I ain't done, I ain't did enough Trippin' when I rip it, I be the X when I split 'em up Sorta like I was liquored up and backin' up in the cup Everybody be knowin' I be actin' up when I buzz From Missouri to Canada, I be keepin' the stamina If you never been a fan of the man, the planet's unanimous Killa Kaz'll fuck anybody, Tech is calamitous Leave 'em in the dust, anybody, Tech when I'm standin' up
Tech is hostile, he's awful He really be wicked when he off in the bottle You wit' it, you dig it, you never lost the apostle He's thinkin' he can give it the Poe and toss it Picasso Killin' everybody off is the motto And I be the only chopper that's tossed in the brothel You said it's pathetic, my head is off in the taco I sped and you bled and you in the convo when I go
[Hook] I'm light years Ahead of my peers Want some, you can come bring it right here Can't clown me Don't come 'round me Bow down, I was crowned when they found me
(K.C.)
Check it, I'm ahead of 'em, chop it up with the veteran A legend developin', they gotta tell 'I'm it's evident Gotta notice an elephant, none of you niggas relevant' You delicate, I'm lovin' every second of this
[Busta Rhymes] See how they ask when I’ma stomp on my dude And when I’ma cock it and pop it, and what I’ma drop on my dude Inevitably, instead I’ma be the most incredible dude To ever spit on the record and put it together, my dude And then they ask “What in the world is you provin’? What, when you already the best? And what the hell is he doin’?” Well, I’ma be choppin’ and cuttin’ and breakin’ and beatin’ and shakin’ And fuckin’ everything up ’til there ain’t no further mistakin’ And bustin’ everything up like a fuckin’ angry Jamaican And shuttin’ everything up, ‘specially the ones who be hatin’ They lovin’ everything until I got ‘em stutterin’ stupid You hear ‘em now? “D-d-d-d-don’t do-do-do-do it! P-P-P-Please? Wh-wh-wh-why you gotta t-try us? W-w-w-w-we already know that you be the nicest!” And now I’ma come and kill ‘em, get ‘em, hit ‘em, and finish ‘em And bang ‘em in the head and diminish ‘em, and then I’ll Hit ‘em again at a minimum, repeat comin’ to kill ‘em Then he be gotta be drillin’ ‘em, thinkin’ “They gotta be feelin’ ‘im!” Spittin’ lithium, see the way a nigga be spillin’ ‘em? And gettin’ ‘em stupid to the point where there’s no forgivin’ ‘im? Hopin’ you’re listenin’ and you’re payin’ attention And you’re witnessin’ the way that I be crushin’ on the mic And gettin’ in the zone, I be flattenin’ and packin’ in People from the front to the back and They got me actin’ a fool, I’m blackin’, nigga Now I’m home!