Intro: Passionate MC
Yeah
Ah
Passionate MC
Tech N9ne
Yo Token!
I said
Verse 1: Token
Woah Woah Woah
All respect due you not due much
You don't do much you got much to do
I do too much you got it backwards
I never take backwards
Throw words back 'til my back hurt
Backed up when your back turned
I'ma be back looking for the chip on your shoulder
Homie I'ma eat that
Lot of people talking about me I don't keep track
Same people sending me their songs I don't keep track
Click - delete that!
My feedback was quick
So I quit giving feedback
Kicking my feet back thinking I just need to relax
**********t where the speed at
Follow me everybody I'm murdering everything
They calling me teddy but the industry idiots
in my pockets to get the money now ********** repeat that
I'm a young kid slash old man slash oh man he go ham
Oh **********t no **********t cast that fall back on the beat
Got a beat to break then bake the beat to recreate
Don't respect you if you demand a trampoline
Every time you take a leap of faith
I take risks, take this, take that, take fans,
take **********t from no man
No man's land where I send y'all then forget y'all
I'm against y'all, then again dog
This Token and he a full clip
Can't take me, tame me or entertain me with that bull**********t
Interlude
One, Two, One, Two, Three
Ay
Verse 2: Tech N9ne
Yates on a great song to lay shlong
On a beat a ***** way strong
Everybody tell me to pick up the pace Holmes
So I gotta rip it until all my taste gone
Spray zone, step into me get ya face blown
Stay home, N9na 'bout to race on a bass tone
That double a prone to lay clones up
in the pital and they moan with a trach on
I'm the poppa not the mama dasvidaniya
When you come into my octagon you lost ma?ana
And I'm 'bout to pop the llama lotta commas
Put a rock upon ya
Nobody want it with (K-O-D)
And Token, he be on the (J-O-B)
He murdering everybody but never the Illuminati
We makin' the wannabes (Say Holy) (**********T!)
N9na and Token be killing 'em
All the fear that we instill in 'em
Make 'em **********ver with the chill and a sum
********** thinkin' that Tech N9ne
gonna mean that the gun glitches
Some crickets what they hear
in the place when I come wicked
I become vicious, Tecca N9na makin' dumb digits
And I run with it like when they hung *****s (Pyune)
I be the killa the one you be
feeling for real I got the hot flows
Caught foes 'cause I got hoes
A lot though when I rock shows
Not no iller scrot bro if you crooked you smell like Sasso
Used to be Ron, lock load,
me and Token paint it like Picasso
Mother*****a
Verse 3: Passionate MC
Yo, I'm putting the Darth in Anakin ripping
apart the planet with *****s alarmed and panicking
Thoughts are scrambling more than
the doctors handling all of your parts with bandages!
And with all advantages I can show them
through the devastation that
Their end’s awaiting like the head of Satan
with a demonstration of it’s separation!
Got the pencil breaking in the right hand.
Twist Necks like a mic stand!
Nightmare! Rip flesh in the distance of a lightyear!
YEAH! If you really want to talk about the buzz
and the way that I had to bring it back quick
With a tactic that is steadily breaking
the fabric of the universe suddenly at risk!
'Cause I’ve mastered this! Passionate’s
back in his actions of sacrilege
After subtracting these ********** way faster than an abacus!
I’m blasting **********t! The snub nose never tells lies!
The .38 wrapped around my waist is not a belt size!
Like pregnant birds in the sky,
you’ll see the shells fly!
Then I’ll kill myself just
to make the devil in hell die!
I tell time, and the clock is ticking
on the opposition when I pop it in 'em
With an awkward rhythm, you can hear them hollering
louder than opera women; I'M A BEAST!