BREATHE!) Say some punks around and some buckin' guns (BREATHE!) Spray guns might result in you bussin' some (BREATHE!) Verse 3: Get sprayed by the Tech
breath do You Clay Aiken-soft You playing games until this red light's on ya It's like the Playstation's off Smith & Wesson work, Luger nine labor Professional
thru And I keep 2 nines on my shirt like Dickersons shit do Why waste my breath when I'm bickering with you I'd rather waste my techs till they flicker
I murder the infoer Leave him on the precinct steps in a pillow Niggaz wanna keep they breath then tell 'em get low I got ten left in the tech so what
one soul (Proof: Fo' sho') [J-Hill] Five ways, six days, seven plus [J-Hill] AK we could let the nine spray (Proof: Ten jewels) [Verse 2: Proof] (Nine by nine
Dawgs in the red sea Now lets see if he can swim back to shore Chunks missin' yellin' I don't wanna mess wit tech no more I know you don't Tech N9ne
first gun was a .32, back before uh! Graduated to the .38, maybe a nine I prefer the fo' five, stay alive Techs held the crack gate in '88 AR's spit from
open Push your seat back, just flow... That's how we doin it Bound by honest sword take over the set; rap from here to Que-bec Throw up the tech, crash
For good, now that's Hood... [Chorus: Killah Priest] Yo, every knee shall bow, every tongue shall confess Enemies lie down while I'm clutchin' my tech
of calm? helpfully let me hit this model in the grado.? I like all woman, tall woman, and small woman. Ya gotta let tech knees tease your shakra.? Species
where we from They think we can't do no one harm where we from Gorillas and killers and thugs from Abyss TECH N9NE making 'em breathe like what like this
D And throw 'em to mah Dawgs in the red sea Now lets see if he can swim back to shore Chunks missin' yellin' I don't wanna mess wit tech no more I know you don't Tech
ain't heard of Matter of fact, I'll murder ya I heard you niggas spit shit but it's indirect Say my name and see where I end this tech I got a lot of
take it to the middle of the floor (Yo') Harass them niggas, get up in em like the po-po's/ Still flow, so cold/ Krayzie's Techs are raisin' at ya/ Aimed
like techs bust mechanical Rusty goner weasel painting beats on an easel Shoot a head up What bitch you're boxing shadows Look out my way you pull your breath
it My first gun was a .32, back before uh Graduated to the .38, maybe a nine I prefer the fo' five, stay alive Techs held the crack gank in '88 8 oz
