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Tech N9Ne Vintage Tech

my tail clappers, mail stackers, ass shakers cash makers, who blast Vegas Yo, this is for the freaks baby petite ladies, even my cellulite ladies this is Tech N9ne

do drop dollars them rot weilders [x4] She don't want no softy sayin' he do when he don't She don't want no perpetrating 9 to fiver trying to flaunt

I'm suffering peacefully like novacaine That's because I didn't know the game Midwestside, Juan, and QD3 Q-W-E-S-T fighting over me Sway and Tech fighting

Unexplored territories like Venus Niggas never seen the teen the teams keenest Bury ya mind like Zimas Infared beamers keep ya posse on my penis [Tech N9ne

yourself I don't know why these hoes are always in my face for money Gran Rice, Kutt, and Tech N9ne said save yourself. Save yourself Gran Rice, Kutt, and Tech N9ne

me song sound like Butch? You say I'm washed up? Nigga what!? This is when I kick it with this rhythm-simplistic Fuck dem 9 rhymes, make them go blind

All hail to the N9NE!! You punks thought it was over for me? I should prevail a institation All of the high exalted punks TechN9neee! Move something

r? strange, but use time to gain in my mind frame I strive 4 change but I'll die 4 change when the time came You betta tell'em Tech 9 millennium big