[Hook: Krizz Kaliko]
Yeah, I think they got me fucked up
Everybody better hold up
Cause they don’t be feeling you like they feelin’ me
And I think I’m the answer

[Verse 1: Ubiquitous]
I really had to break it down
I really had to keep it simple
I had to run up and down the court watching y’all like the league official
I never had to keep a pistol
If I did shoot, I’d shoot to kill
Talk is talk and that’s cheap to me
But nobody really know what I do for real
I am what I always been, white kid with the rapping skill
Maintain that I’m self-sustained
Still CES came as a package deal
Run shit like in track and field
I’ll pass baton in decathlon
Search around and go find a verse where I came soft and I was slackin’ on
Puff puff and I’ll pass it on
My team strong and we here to win
Repping hard for the underground, I’m an emcee and a lyricist
Many men tried to mirror this
They was scheming on me like a pyramid
But they theory is full of bullet holes
Period point blank I shoulda known

[Hook: Krizz Kaliko]
Yeah, I think they got me fucked up
Everybody better hold up
Cause they don’t be feeling you like they feelin’ me
And I think I’m the answer

[Verse 2: Tech N9ne]
I rap until my tongues tired
I spit it like it’s gun fire
Anybody tellin me I’m not the best it gotta be I wear a mask like an umpire
Sayin I should hang it up in music you’re a plum liar
A dumb guy or you’re a bum sire tellin me I’m inadequate knowing it’s not anyone higher
(UP)
That is where I am bitch
Up in the clouds eating a industry sandwich look it I can spit cutting em up
And is fuck it I’m feelin funny bout fair weather fan shit
Kansas, City King has landed
Anything remotely close to nope when I quote you’re choked with a velvet rope, Janet
Is he crazy? Sho Lia wicked like Fangoria
Fool is hatin cause he don’t understand my communication, Nokia
Tecca N9na spit it so clear like Ho sheer
When I get to rippin this flow here
All the women go ta grabbin their crotch they all screamin OH DEAR!

[Hook: Krizz Kaliko]
Yeah, I think they got me fucked up
Everybody better hold up
Cause they don’t be feeling you like they feelin’ me
And I think I’m the answer

[Verse 3: Krizz Kaliko]
Armed and dangerous
Kali baby, y’all can never hang with us
Y’all strange to us
Y’all niggas be gambling or rambling
Count another mil’, it’s chump change to us
I’m joking
If I’m N9ne I keep that pistol smoking
By design to find your prime time if their eyes open
Sign of the times ain’t dependent on the rhymes
Quoted rockabye to smoking on the pipe but doing lines of cocaine
I don’t rock that shit
I’ma drop that dime like they committed to crime on divine lines that I’ve spoken
So get up if you can get the picture
Only hurt ya if the shoe fits ya
I really can’t stay on my time zone
I ain’t user friendly word to iPhone
A different creature, every feature I get on is my song

[Hook: Krizz Kaliko]
Well I, Well I know you got me fucked up
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, better hold up
See they don’t be feeling you like they feeling me
And I know I’m that answer

[Verse 4: Godemis]
Too old for this bullshit
Zoned out, turned up
Your gross must pass through fire and that’s why
I’m burned up
Hell all in my head, peace (Got a)
Gapin’ hole in my heart too (But I)
Won’t pray to no savior (Why?)
These days I’m too smart to
I ain’t came up for no air yet
I put dough down on a fare bet
Niggas hood rich, I ain’t there yet
But I got holes like a clarinet
And I jug lean and I pop pills
And they hate Dean ’cause I got skills
If these pussies don’t shoot me, you can bet that the punk cops will
I give two shits about who’s with you
Laugh loud when that boom hit you
On the role, like I’m too cripple
Getting twisted like two nipples
My soul’s darker than nightride but no night light, I write all day
I get fancy with them blades in, and leave blood stains in the hallway

[Hook: Krizz Kaliko]
Yeah, I think they got me fucked up
Everybody better hold up
Cause they don’t be feeling you like they feelin’ me
And I think I’m the answer

[Outro: Krizz Kaliko]
Watch out

[Intro: Tech N9ne]
Had a shindig everybody in mi casa
When I was approached by a lady trying to blend me proper
When she asked if I really was the king of the choppers
Bitch, I’m Mufasa

[Hook: Brandoshis]
Let me know if you rolling
Let me know if you down
Cause I see you choosing
You know I hold it down
Even though I came a long way from the blocks
Still wave my finger to the cops
I see you like what I got
So let me know if you rolling
Let me know if you down
I see you choosing
[Verse 1: Tech N9ne]
Aye
With this bimbo, get this indo
Said she wanna give me hella vicious dingo
‘Bout to make the music crescendo
So don’t nobody hear me knock it out with the quickness Kimbo
So I had to get the bitches info
The choppers mental, lovely ladies suck it, stay silento
Resemble monkey wrench though
I don’t need your credentials
We men though
Leave you in light and leave you in limbo
She chose
N9ne I’m impossible to figure and decode
She wanna really welcome me to the freak show
She fuck with the homies, Sav Siccness and Bleezo
She said that both of my homies they gave her the heave ho
But she never had me killin’ it befo’
So I gave her the meat and it was more than Rodigo
She coming to every blur party we throw
(Tim Tebow)
Fakers be oozing illusions
They said they banging; but they moving and grooving
That’s why the ladies want the dude with the fusion
Of indica oil and Keith who’d’n and coolin’
Stuffed and puffed like a Cuban
You trippin’, she left with us
You get bruised and contusions
Used and abused and fooled
Cos’ Tecca N9na, she choosin’

[Hook: Brandoshis]
Let me know if you rolling
Let me know if you down
Cause I see you choosing
You know I hold it down
Even though I came a long way from the blocks
Still wave my finger to the cops
I see you like what I got
So let me know if you rolling
Let me know if you down
I see you choosing

[Verse 2: Tech N9ne]
Aye
Choosin’ me because I make her nod
Wanna eat my dick up like a brat
Ya niggas hope that Tecca N9na rot
They never close enough to get a shot
Cause I be chilling way up at the top
But we never too comfortable and thinking it won’t pop
You can bet that the heaters on my family stay cocked
And my governors ready for the petty who said he hot
‘Cause I beat, beat, beat, beat, beat her
With the d and not D Jeter
Then I found out she a queef skeeter
When I mixed OJ with the Beef-eater
Your girly’s punani it was a deep greeter
Coming at me you’ll be a hit by the peace bleeder
I’m a beast I beat beep and she’s cheater
She want me in her mouth, I would at least feed her
You know the rules of the game
Your bitch just chose me
We can handle this like we got some classic
Get into the gangster shit if you tripping low-key
Women is never nothing to steal
When you making hella bread and you go from here to Brazil
So you gotta know I’m the nigga that she wanna get to for big thrills for real

[Hook: Brandoshis]
Let me know if you rolling
Let me know if you down
Cause I see you choosing
You know I hold it down
Even though I came a long way from the blocks
Still wave my finger to the cops
I see you like what I got
So let me know if you rolling
Let me know if you down
I see you choosing