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Tech N9ne Collabos, Tech N9ne, Fatman Scoop
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Three, two, one, let's go!
Ordeals make more mills
'Cause the hip hoppers adore thrills
Even though they done scored kills war still tore feels
Of the mom and daddies
Not for drills it ain't poppin' with me nor will orville
Mutiny, street soldiers on a shootin' spree
You can be, rappin' and rabuking he crashin' and a
Busing we just poking fun on a looping beat, watch a thug
Get loose then heat 'cause on line he can't take the public scrutiny
This ain't back in the days my friend
Now you just can't rap and bust hate like then
Now you get yanked, packin' ya face like dentist
The blick paints, splattin' ya, plagued by sin
This bomboclaat can't come ya squad
You can't control the fan foolery or the entourage
The Dot thorns the Crodie, now they got horns to show me
I ain't like these other rappers posting popcorn emojis
What do we like? โ Jujubes
We all want a Mountain Dew too, please (And what?)
And we want some nachos (Oh!)
Make sure the cheese is hot, though (Make it hot!)
Hot tamales (What?!), put the spice in life (What?!)
Skittles and (What?!) sour Mike and Ike's (Oh!)
Three hot dogs, in really hot form
And last year we had no (popcorn)
See Tech N9ne Live
Period, black brothers got skill
I'm one of them, I'm one of one
That butters hot spiel
Not on the gun, not on the tongue
Whack others, pop steel
Crumb on the come, thumb on your lungs
That butters not real
Pain enters, emotion deceitfulkin'
Slain kinder, please soak in' cause he roastin' flame senders
Need coaching, but we broken
Gang members, leave joking, no need spoken
We in a time when freeing the mind
Is singing the crime, is being divine
That mean we hold the negative high
So if the bros competitive dog
We singing the blind, reading the rhyme
This ain't LL, Modi, Jay-Z, Nas
Lately hell fell, aren't we crazy?
God never stopped in
To keep all these shop men from dropping
Pop lovers on corny shit
And that ain't what's poppin'
What do we like? โ Jujubes
We all want a Mountain Dew too, please (And what?)
And we want some nachos (Oh!)
Make sure the cheese is hot, though (Make it hot!)
Hot tamales (What?!), put the spice in life (What?!)
Skittles and (What?!) sour Mike and Ike's (Oh!)
Three hot dogs, in really hot form
And last year we had no (popcorn)
No popcorn, let's rock on
Throw popcorn, now rock on
No popcorn, let's rock on
Throw popcorn, now rock on
Rock to this, just pop to this
If you love hip-hop, then pop your fist
Pop to this, just pop to this
If you love hip-hop, just pop your fist
Tech N9ne, all the time
Tech N9ne, all the time
Tech N9ne, all the time
Fat kids, sing this song
What do we like? โ Jujubes
We all want a Mountain Dew too, please (And what?)
And we want some nachos (Oh!)
Make sure the cheese is hot, though (Make it hot!)
Hot tamales (What?!), put the spice in life (What?!)
Skittles and (What?!) sour Mike and Ike's (Oh!)
Three hot dogs, in really hot form
And last year we had no (popcorn)
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