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Lyrics: Tech N9na, next king up Everyone knowin' that I'm a death bringer That lingua vexing ya Leavin' a regular rapper resting, bruh (chyeah) This is what, I give it such An incredible wicked rush, a vivid gush Of poetical livid stuff to rid his gruff Said, I better go rip it rough and I lit it up The prestige I gather from people lovin' the Tech speed (whoop) Lyrically elect me, Jet Li The beat, it got ya bobbin' until your neck bleed (whoop) That is tellin' me, "Let's feed" On the bitter the bogus the hitter will focus Deliver the doses and give a critter the dopest Spitter to flow sick and now the quitter corrosive A swig of the roguish'll give your liver cirrhosis (chyeah) The boogie monster rappin' with NF in the hoodie Want to step into the session and fully conquer The weapon to lessen our profession go bully bonkers (chyeah) Left in a wreck, never checkin' nor could he stomp us Take his crown Thought he was gonna make us run away in a battle with his fakish frown Shake his ground Like I'm a Mechagodzilla, I'm such a killer when I break it down (uh) These flows are the cheat code for the weak Joes That need those Elite bros with the heat, so They can eat on the D low Off a beast yo' ego, got it vetoed (chyeah) Please close your beak foes, delete scrolls Taken from me, thiefs chose to try to decode (chyeah) Reload the beat, so I can reach each soul No cease, no finito, release (go!) I am the chosen and everyone is beholdin' My energy is golden 'cause dominion is being broken From enemies in the open approachin', I'm never jokin' The remedy bein' spoken, I'm hopin' that you're soakin' it up (chyeah) I'm in the motion, I'm dope and I'm never chokin' My devotion to floatin' like an ocean, the Holy Ghost and I'm scopin' the evil folk and revokin' the wicked notion I'm croakin', I'm really floatin' and quotin' that I'm closin' it up (chyeah) Talkin' behind my back End up where N9ne is at see me and say Kinda wack, you could not find the knack Hit you with a rhyme attack freely and spray I'ma beat you 'cause I'm greedy and slay, if you're creepy and cray I'ma eat you like PB&J, kiwi and grapes I'ma demolish 'em when the T be in play, pray! A stunna recordin' in my number three Jordans Dungaree sportin', the tongue on me is gonna be scorchin' The punishin' hunter eat like a hung-ary orphan (chyeah) T9 and NF are elephants In the room without a closet for skeletons Quit embellishin', a demon from hell is sent Yell it went, Donny, you're outta your element! (ayy)
