Tech N9ne
Strange Music Sway In The Morning Freestyle (2017)
[Verse 1: Stevie Stone]
Spit flame, my shell don' drop rage
And never been afraid to bail out high
Played and will demonstrate a rare on [?]
Caged up, a renegade, I stays real hots, n***a
Eat the least [?]
Peep the technique, heat, the beat gon' knock
Street-for-street passing fleet of equinox
Foley don't find a key, n***a, to get that box
(HIMMI)
Talk breezy, is easy, the game need me
Pre-order for order, n***a, it need be
I'm instructed to give you n***as a freebie
You can call this assemble a little teasey

[Verse 2: Darrein Safron]

[Verse 3: Stevie Stone]

[Verse 4: Darrein Saffron]

[Verse 5: Tech N9ne]
I think it's
I think it's
I think it's
I think it's KC in the house
I think it's safe to say I'm a monster
Yeah, because killing is my mantra
Fellas wanna see me dead upper yonder
But the women are fond of Ron, it’s Don they conjure
I’m big-headed ‘cause Tecca Ninna stay breaded
I get it the wettest competitive, I just shredded your bed
It’s the crevice I fetish, call the medic you’re deaded
Push and pull, you’re placed at pathetic
Soul is so not sympathetic
I’m on a roll, creepin’ & I am outta control
Women see Tecca Ninna as the matter in the commode
So I’m in there, like swimwear
On a lady that’s ridin' inside of what’s skin bare
I’m so hard, n***as don’t even wanna face me
But, it’s the opposite with their women, they taste me
So many hoes witness the trouble I bring, they cling for the stream
I’m the king, I go by the name of “the thing”
Heart breaker, body part taker
From your lady, negras hate us cuz thou art fakers
Scheming when seekin' I found a tush
When I blow that kush with a rhyme, I be beatin' around the bush
Area, I'm scarier than malaria, the carrier of hysteria
I swear he's just nefarious, with hairy nuts, the cherries bust
Don't tell me to zip it, I'm wicked
Your ladies, they take me in like I whip it
Got a mind of my own, I'm in a zone
I go deep into her like Tech N9ne in a song
You can't tell me nothing, I'm in my prime and I'm grown
My homie Nina behind, I still climbing alone
Ill spit, real sick, need help real quick
See nobody can hit the kill switch
Still chill chicks, come get me something that I can feel, bitch
Drill stick, they on Tech N9ne's dilsnick, n***a