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Tech N9ne - Sinister Tech lyrics
[1st Verse] You're the one nigga Who's a dumb nigga And a bum nigga You're a slum nigga Better run nigga When I come nigga With a gun nigga You're a bitch Buck you Never trust you Never loved you Never was you Imma touch you Imma bust you Imma crush you Mother fuck you That's my nigga Aaron Yates Style lee lee killa Norman Bates Holla at me like I'm ollie gates Imma put the milli to your face The nerve of ya yellin you're a murderer But ain't nobody ever heard of a Killa killa doing damage off up in suburbia Sinister rhyme minister TECH N9NE be the menace (yes, yes) Diminish ya finish with the dementia I'm the grimmest. I done told y'all I was comin' Better start runnin' Or bust like a cannon Cause Imma leave hella destruction Mental breakdown and famine I would advise you Not to slide through Cause I will oblige you With a rhyme flow That will demise you How can I bow down To a broke rapper with a foul sound? How can I flow rounds With an MC that can't chow down? Where would you be If you did'nt copy off me lil' boy? This type of shit that I enjoy I sum you up with Bitch flows, punk foes Sluts hoes, case closed [Chorus] If you ain't got shit to fuck with this Take that dead shit on And if you're bitch in the club with ass on me I'm gonna take that home. By the sinister TECH N9NE By the sinister, by the sinister By the sinister, TECH N9NE Vill-on y'all know me by the Hmm, Hmm, Hmm, Hmm, Hmm Hmm, Hmm, Hmm, Hmmmmm. Everybody say KC's in the house what [2nd Verse] Bounce, rock, skate or fight, shoot, hate We so chilly they call us abominable Everybody know we phenomenal Get ya' money, get ya' women If you're getting nothing Your living is comical Simon bar sinister Climbing star finisher Swine and lard vinegar Rhyming hard blimisher Realistic Heathenistic Killer with a vengence Breathing this shit Your whole facad's punkish, I'll make you kneel before Zod Biblical hits, flippable kickable spits Niggas with critical lyricals Never no mythical shit Step into the evil fickle abyss Wiggle in pittifulness Swivel this and get pistol whipped It's been along ride Tecca Nina just won't die ei ei ei eiya Better feel it when I drill it (trick) Real is when I kill it (Mitch) Hit it hit it Never ever tell a millimeter killer Quit it, Bitch! [Chorus] [3rd Verse] Off the hook, stalking in clubs Tossing em' walkin' in blood Barking that rogue dog shit Dirty devils better hold yaw lips Nina ripping, ill beast flows Yeah we know it will reach gold Platinum, feel these flows Comin' off of kill creek road Say my name five times TECH, TECH, TECH, TECH N9NE I will appear in your mirror Thru your chest ripping out your spine Hungry like an Ethiopian Living off the blood in your veins Alias Donny Kevorkian Never were you ready for the pain What do ya get When you cross TECH With a hard ass track? Innovative, twisted Psycho, thugged out What do ya get With Rock, Will, Phlaque and Dynomack? Nitwits, misfits, sick shit, Nnutt Howze What do ya get When you cross tech with a fine bitch in the club? KY, bou lou, motel, sextime. What do you call a rappin' ass Rogue dog villain pretty mother fucker? Donny Quest, Azmo, Sinister TECH N9NE [Chorus] TECH N9NE's in the house |
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