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  • Текст песни Tech N9ne - Give It All

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    I wanna give, give it all
    I said, I said, I said, I said
    I wanna try to kill everything in my way
    Everybody say, hey, ey, ey, ey, ey!

    [Verse 1 - Tech N9ne:]
    Yep, I'm the one ya heard
    Reppin rojo on Jimmy Kimmel had some disturbed
    But niggas know that we ruff and rugged so mums the word
    Tech N9na face painted look like he come ta purge!
    Real scorpio, shoot this thing like a Torpedo
    Rock the rip, no remorse we go
    Dummy like Mork from Ork, we know
    And I say that with the utmost respect
    I bust low to death, I must bode the check
    It's never enough, no for Tech
    So I get sick with it, I make a bitch dig it
    Even when I wanna speed it up and I quick-spit it
    I get a bit wicked up in a battle
    Tryin to bite a buck, I blabber in his fitted
    Killin' music get me spiff sitted, I can't piss when it become hard
    So I need a chick to hit it when I kick a lyric
    And I'm a murder 'til I'm on the yard (Murder)
    My verbs are like birds that jerk up and merk the weak twerps
    You can't hurt the durka
    First to, insert the work inside of the earth
    I disperse the curse to reverse ya to the worst of ya venomous
    Squirt ya mercer (Ugh)
    Trip not, you see I got the advantage in hip hop
    Cause rappers sound identical so when N9na's shit drop
    I do numbers, I'm the pinnacle so never will it stop
    Y'all can't beat me doin' nothing, except for
    Stalkin' these thoughts I spew and suckin'
    We run this independent game, it ain't no screwin' us
    When we runnin' everything except our mouth while they blue and sufferin'
    This on the Bible, I kill any life with a script from this rhyme
    Music's done divine, this is my rifle
    There aren't any like it cause this one is N9ne, is a gift from his mind

    [Hook]

    [Verse 2 - Pricetag:]
    Yo, I Got the call from Tech N9ne
    He needed assistance from the group with the best rhymes
    That spit the heat up off of yo ass and grind
    Fuck all of them flex rhymes
    I get love in every city I sack in cause I rep mine
    Around the world, the girls give me head on tour cause I headline
    I gotta get fed, I'm fed up, my homies is doin' fair time
    I look at that clock and all I see is "Go get that bread" time
    Lost too many soldiers so tears, I gotta shed mine
    Turn on the radio, hear yo shit, and oh, it's bedtime
    I fall asleep, it all is weak, most y'all shouldn't be called MCs
    Bro, ya discography, you ain't sale cause all of ya talk is cheap
    Smoke up all the tree, my whip look like it got a fog machine
    My crib look like a pharmacy, that's prolly why you wanna haul my team

    [Verse 3 - Oktane:]
    Livin' facetious, what the hell, why the weed lit
    I make change where I see fit
    I don't play like I don't see shit
    Yeah, one hunnit, one hunnit, keep it that way and it's a poem
    And stay away from the hate and keep all yo plays right in motion
    Bust it, I'm down after the sun and up before it, better know it
    MVP, most valuable poet, been the coldest, kept it focused
    Cause you miss every goal you don't shoot for
    And every time you cut a corner, you make two more
    The rich is in my life, so I don't have to have the things
    And listen for the whispers so I don't have to hear the screams
    And I go hard for what I want, so it's just colors when I dream
    And then you realize, it's not as scary as it seems
    Molly's for pussies

    [Hook]

    [Verse 4 - Tech N9ne:]
    Ain't nobody handle me, heated like a candle be
    Kissin' dirt, ya man'll be for tryin' to dismantle me
    Music is my weapon, true, loud enough to deafen you
    Never trip with Tech and crew, be careful who you steppin' to
    I remember when I was young and I got scars through
    Right in back of the paddy-wagons and cop cars too
    Now that I'm flyin' high from a rockstar view
    Security level let Allahu Akbar through

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