
[Intro: Tech N9ne]
I'm proud to present this cypher to my technicians,
cause this one has been a long time coming.
So I called on my big homie Big Scoob,
and my lil' homie; JL B. Hood.
Let's go.
[Verse 1: Big Scoob]
Yeah, aha, Big Fella
Back pu*******n' that trap *******t to your tracklist
Still eatin' old passed whips, looky here, these facts, nigga (yeah!
Whip game, I'm magic, front flips, no backflips
Still eatin' old passed whips, looky here, these facts, ******* (yeah!)
Big Fella y'all know me man, show me, homie, I'm still the same
I'm a little older got a little colder,
I'm still a soldier, I'm blowing flames
Time to get, what's happening blood?
This don't get it I'm acting up
Nah, I'm just ****ing with it, bickin' back and having fu
Bullshit I'm having none, nigga's best hold their tongu
Flip a switch and I'm with the shit get to clapping clips and I'm banging drum
Ignorant with this ignorant shit and my only wish is you come get some
I told you niggas where the **** I'm fro
[Verse 2: J.L of B. Hood]
Nigga's a bore, be hunted just like on
Showed you this is where the luck might run
Out for the doubt, what you do with yo mouth about to be part of the reason I come and bust my gun!
Finicky front wanna be just like them
Not a nigga I could give, like "niggas? What are these?
This no war nor kid time son
It's a warning, do nothing dumb
You can feel what it is when exposed to the G's
A real one exists this close to the lead
Get ahold of the disk you suppose to believe
The show is a trip and the flow's a disease
Coke gotta fizz, got zones of the trees
Never let 'em live, let alone let 'em breathe
Not a ****** I could give, like "******s? What are these?"
Pros we official, the hoes Lebanese
Strange got the game in a guillotine choke
Language aimed seen finna be quo-
-Ted, know it ain't my enemy hope
S****** if you can't consider me ****
Ya skank wanna grope me and Joey Cool both
On the bull with a 7, no Tony Kukoc?
No T.I. TMI but I'm ****ing with protectio
They come out the wood works know whenever you close
You know what I'm yellin' know somebody better tell 'em
Hard head make a soft ass lemme get 'em
Up in art class was the only time you drew a weapon
Up the bar blur lines I'm a urban legend
We come at a nigga head it come off him in a secon
Paper work in red like I'm makin' a correction
Select what I said hope you makin' the connection
If my nigga was alive I am in the booth hurt
Me and Tech got high said we finna do work
Spat hot lava, finna shoot first
You expect not vibe I could only do church
Aye, we making your niggas feel goo
Know that I ride, while I tell 'em B. Hood
You would look odd in my neck of the woods
If I really wanna slide in your hoe I could
But I'm God with a double O, y'all know I'm good!
Step like I should!
[Outro: Tech N9ne] (x2)
I steps like a real should
Papered but still hood, we whip it and feel good
Mr. Rogers - Travis Garland - And you turned out to be a shitty ****ing frien
Yanked it and still could, we whip it and feel good