| This, this, this, this one of them ones
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| Yeah, Tech N9ne!
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| Turn me up a little bit more, Ben, so I can rock this the right way, brother
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| If you got 20/20 vision
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| You can see Nina handling this music with precision
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| If not, then it’s fine with me
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| Just know this movement is vivid enough for the blind to see, Yates
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| How in the hell can you miss me
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| When I’m counting my mil' making hist’ry
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| Trip the splits be that 50/50
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| So we rip the script swiftly and zip through chips quickly
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| When the trash, mail and pizza man see me
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| They get a fever and cheesy when they see the man Neezy
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| I’m easily beast and my hand is in my belt
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| What? |
| I’m independent and I’m feeling myself
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| A flunk I won’t be
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| I bumps the trunks see
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| The ladies pop the monkey and drop the donkey
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| They want to flaunt me
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| My songs be funky
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| Steady getting that cheddar forever
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| But some people acting like they don’t see
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| I’m top dog, something like a CEO
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| I’m calling shots, call it Don Julio
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| But they don’t really see me though
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| But they don’t really see me though
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| All night, life like a video
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| Prime time, something like a Super Bowl
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| But they don’t really see me though
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| With contact lenses say he don’t smoke
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| I’m rolling up and let the contact get him
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| He even choked
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| My approach was to never to be broke
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| Kept my real niggas close
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| Now the player turned to coach
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| I hear people saying why so many changes?
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| Why so many watches? |
| Why so many chains?
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| I’m mixing Kush with all these different strains
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| Riding in my Porsche listening to Purple Rain
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| So much knowledge I came up on, you just a Hollywood insider
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| The inside of my crib look like a gym
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| Speaking of gym, I’m in the game, you’re just a bench rider
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| You ride the bench that mean you ain’t playing
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| You understand, hella fans
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| Bunch of hands, hundred grands that’s the plan
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| Wizzle Man!
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| I’m top dog, something like a CEO
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| I’m calling shots, call it Don Julio
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| But they don’t really see me though
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| But they don’t really see me though
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| All night, life like a video
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| Prime time, something like a Super Bowl
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| But they don’t really see me though
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| I’m truly blessed
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| I do request for all of you people to listen
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| I do see checks and movie sets
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| And never been a stranger to vixens
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| Pick up the pen, its in my gut to win
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| I got a motive and I’m in it with a mission
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| You know what I’mma get it when I dip into it
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| I’ve been through it, I’ve been a fighter with a vision
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| You can cover your eye, brother but why?
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| Cause your lady just discovered that my
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| Big rubber defies your lover blubber
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| So you utter replies with a tougher disguise
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| Cause my payday done caught the nose of your lady
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| I’m at the beginning of my hay-day
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| Y’all better Wrekonize like ¡Mayday!
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| I don’t know why jokers just won’t let their eyes notice
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| Deep in my vocals they keep yelling that I’m doper
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| And i’ll choke ya if your lips deny flow
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| So just buy jokes
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| You know couldn’t see me with bi-focals
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| I’m top dog, something like a CEO
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| I’m calling shots, call it Don Julio
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| But they don’t really see me though
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| But they don’t really see me though
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| All night, life like a video
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| Prime time, something like a Super Bowl
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| But they don’t really see me though
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| Earth!
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| Priest… monsignor… bishop… archbishop… cardinal… pope |