Crisis (feat. Tech N9ne) feat. Tech N9ne

歌詞

(Tech N9ne) Everybody got the memo, Michael Myers, man I'm mental Messy murder monumental mixed my mind Metamorphosis made it mainly my many maneuvers Missin' my malice malevolent mister N9ne! Mediocre motherfuckers my motive makin' minimum Maniacal makin' me mesh my line MONSTER! Musical massacre Metaphysical minion may never match my grind When I'm bustin' you think I'm poppin' the E Hoppin' to Nina Boppin', need no stop and lockin' the B Niggas be droppin' off in a coffin talkin' to me Better flee, never see, Tecca Neez, I be forever Look at the K.O.D. demolish, I'm polished I get dollars, I get more guala, mixologist, and many I sell You will never see the light of day right away You will die but I hide away, say goodbye, (I'll see you in Hell) True shots, a-who's stopped the crew's water? You soft, I move rocks, a Mustafa Boondock ya boo, So-Woo, what the? Through chakras, you lost the new nana Out with the weak and in with the raw Put you in deep and have your mama seekin' the law Freaking the beat, I get to peekin' Leavin' you mauled with the saw Ain't nobody beatin' me in a brawl Y'all got to know, I stop the show Pick you off of the pillar, you know I drop the foe Sick of an abyss of sicker suckers, sock a ho Nigga, oh, you ain't even in my optical I'll shock ya though, I rock the flow Nah, not so low like burnin' optimo Wassup to Joe from my block, the MO I did it to death 'n' my nigga I got to go! It's a crisis and a murder whenever you see both of us in the booth It can be an interpretation of a catastrophic event Of verbal annihilation if you don't know the truth It's a crisis and a murder whenever you see both of us in a rage It can be an emergency, making you have to evacuate the premises, killing the audience up on the stage We are an anomaly, coupling up and stomping them up in the gut You gotta be loving the cut, if I get to fucking 'em up I'm probably bustin' 'em up and vodka be up in the cup And drama be nothing to us A combination of some oddities coming to crush And y'all will be nothin' to touch, your body, we cutting 'em up Twista ready to bang and Tech got his face painted Like we bout to go and do a robbery up in a truck Whenever you recollect it, me and Tech will tackle niggas And see 'em like Liam Neeson in Taken Or Taken 2, better yet, Tekken 2 Wrecking you like I was Baek or Eddy I'm ready to reappear like I was Yoshimitsu From a darker side of the universe You would verse a predator is what you didn't know When they will go and get you Then I'm immediately about to punish him, run, it's a mutation Of horror that'll treat you like a ho and hit you But Tech, me and you can speak on it, even type of terminology And hurt 'em as if they didn't know we were an odyssey or an oddity It's a murder probably, if not then I bet you that we cause a verbal lobotomy Tell them niggas to make a move, then when I move, I wanna bruise And show 'em they finna lose, and I refuse to be a fool I kill 'em and keep it cool, but I'mma do what I'mma do Because I'm breakin the rules, let's go Bust you with lyrics, how we shoot this Or either we gon' say "fuck you" while chucking up the deuces The booth is where the living proof is, and I'm ruthless I can leave your whole team's caduceus in nooses, ooh, it's Somebody you don't really want to get into it with I'm mythical, difficult and I don't know if it'll Be a wise thing for you to do as far as tangling with the unusual Orion, I'm iron, I'm scientifical Indivisibility within the infrastructure of the family That I created is inevitable Especially if we committed to getting money So fuck the haters because it's the paper that you better get, you Take your mental into space and leave it alone An outer dimension because I can get deep with a song The look of a fiend, I'mma put 'em to sleep with the chrome Unlock the machine, fuck him if he ain't breathing alone, die It's a crisis and a murder whenever you see both of us in the booth It can be an interpretation of a catastrophic event Of verbal annihilation if you don't know the truth It's a crisis and a murder whenever you see both of us in a rage It can be an emergency, making you have to evacuate the premises, killing the audience up on the stage We are an anomaly, coupling up and stomping them up in the gut You gotta be loving the cut, if I get to fucking 'em up I'm probably bustin' 'em up and vodka be up in the cup And drama be nothing to us A combination of some oddities coming to crush And y'all will be nothin' to touch, your body, we cutting 'em up Twista ready to bang and Tech got his face painted Like we bout to go and do a robbery up in a truck