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Einstein...TECH N9NE What, 2-thou style Midwest Side TECH N9NE, the anthem nigga Like this, what If you got scratch nigga Get the fuck up Throw your hands up If you hella fucked up Einstein, TECH N9NE Two triple zip Crack a jaw, whip 'em all If they wanna trip Ladies with the bar codes Meet me after this Maybe you can show me The meaning of abyss Everybody on the wall Momma is a bzzz Had her at the Budgetel Stroking on my dzzz This ones for the psychos Gang bangers and sluts Bumbs holding the pipe Those college graduate fucks I feel for no foes I kill till I close my trap I'm ill when I flow And you never doze when I rap TECH TECH Gimme women and much alcohol And I'm straight Eat drink and be merry Yo come tomorrow Might be your fate Yo look look over there It's that nigga with the hair TECH and Juan, what a pair The rest equals MC squares, what Hook: Who got this mutha fuckin House on lock (Who) Einstein (Huh what) TECH N9NE Dwamn Who keeps it sizzling Who keeps it hot (Who) Einstein (Huh what) TECH N9NE Dwamn Kc MO Roll Kc MO Roll Everybody witness My soul sickness If you dig TECH When he's twisted Then go get this Bringing the house down When I rip shit Like the plates shifted Angels come in many shades Either drunk or lifted The Einstein meaning gifted Too slick to get with Two years ago My shit was broke But now I fixed it With the quickness You missed it When I used to roll with Misfits and Nitwits But now who I do biz with Ain't none of yo business Blood thirst in the church now The earth's the worst Clutch your purse When we lurk Cause we cursed from work Trying to Party like a mutha fucka Broke as a joke Don't hire me But you arrest me When I'm selling my dope So who's the Einstein In N9NE N9NE TECH N9NE I'm crime mind In my prime Rhyme time I'm mixing One fifty-one With Malibu rum And pineapple juice Among all my angels And wicked ones Einstein Get it where I got you when I'm on it Einstein Rockin like you mother fuckers want it Hook What do we say To haters off top Haters got beef They thinking we got We gon' get postal If it don't stop You can get ghost Or you can get shot Generation X Gon party till the death Anybody tripping Gettin greeted with a stretch Taking everything And we're leaving nothing left Demons gotta die Have 'em breathing last breaths I feel that I got will And I'm gon bill Till I'm killed Bell till I bail If I fail Then I'm gon steal What I will TECH is a realist Running with killas You better vill this Be the witness To the coldest When I hold this dick They break camp When I flow this Einstein go the ill route Throw up your hands If you're villed out Or if you're real sauced I told ya'll I'm cold Dog I flows All heat I'm representing Rogue Dog Rogue Dog Fifty-seventh street What Hook Einstein...TECH N9NE (x5)  More Tech N9ne Song Lyrics
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