Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Dr. Sebagh, artist - Tech N9ne. Date of issue: 16.04.2020
Song language: English
Dr. Sebagh |
| Lemme take a drink of water, be in real quick, hold up |
| I got a bone to pick |
| How can you sit up and say I’m repetitive with every song I spit? |
| Lemme yell on you, bitch, leggo |
| Looked in the mirror like, «Dwamn» |
| I ain’t gotta use a filter on the 'Gram, ain’t no glam |
| And my new hits straight slam |
| They still tryna hate on who I am |
| They think I’m seein' Dr. Sebagh, Dr. Sebagh |
| They think I’m seein' Dr. Sebagh, seein' Dr. Sebagh |
| Anti-aging fans be praising jams we making |
| Tell 'em I got a variety (Yeah) |
| But then again, I never needed fuckin' notoriety |
| From a simple ass dude in society |
| Said I’m losing it, why would you lie to me |
| When you really admire me? |
| With the rhythm inside of me fiery, I agree |
| Now put that in your diary, Tecca N9ne'll got ya group decayin' |
| (Amputations) |
| Dealin' with choppin', I’m poppin' you through delayin' |
| (Cancellations) |
| Put me inside a clinic where the youth are layin' (Cancer patients) |
| I play 'em my music and here come the Super Saiyan |
| (Transformation) |
| Oh, a opp |
| Opp’s talkin' shit, got me in a rage like Broly (Broly) |
| Cops talkin' scripts, want me in a cage like Foley (Axel) |
| Not walkin' with (Nah), bots not gettin' hit (Nope) |
| When I’m droppin' spits, never seen a age like ODs |
| Forever young, many say you’ll never find a better one |
| Independently doin' shit that was never done |
| Eatin' rappers like my favorite Freschetta, yum |
| I hit 'em like, ooh |
| That is when I get to chewin' a mic, I be doin' 'em like, ooh |
| I am the killer to ruin a life, I’m pursuin' 'em quite true |
| How you be thinkin' that you in the right when you’re viewin' 'em like, boo? |
| I’m ruling tonight (Chyeah) |
| (If you rule in haikus) |
| Boy, you know this flow pops |
| Be like a pugilist, you wanna throw shots? |
| When I do this shit way in, the folks flock |
| Like my career and my mug is receivin' Botox (Chyeah) |
| I swear I’m on avengin' and thuggin' |
| I injure them sudden, I hinder men, assemble in blood |
| In a sin-driven coven, I’m endin' 'em, rekindlin' nothin' |
| Sendin' 'em fussin' 'cause my shit got that Benjamin Button, bitch |
| Looked in the mirror like, «Dwamn» |
| I ain’t gotta use a filter on the 'Gram, ain’t no glam |
| And my new hits straight slam |
| They still tryna hate on who I am |
| They think I’m seein' Dr. Sebagh, Dr. Sebagh |
| They think I’m seein' Dr. Sebagh, seein' Dr. Sebagh |
| Anti-aging fans be praising jams we making |
| The older, the wiser (Woo), I spill like a geyser (Woo) |
| And call you a liar, I (Woo) don’t really got time for (Woo) |
| Yeah, so I say, «Bye, sir"(Yeah) |
| Don’t tell me disguise the (Yeah), limit when it’s full price on the moon |
| Pour a ton of gas up in this womb, feelin' like the match up in the boom |
| Bada boom, bada bing, I’d assume how to king |
| I’d assume how to think |
| They keep you up at night, scared to shine the light |
| Mighty move, I don’t see anything |
| And the dreams sound asleepin' on me |
| That’s the reason, homie, I could teach you something |
| You don’t really wanna mess with me |
| I’m blessed to be the dopest kid to ever be (Aww) |
| Ain’t nobody really wanna mess with the kid |
| With the steppin' up, obliterate the haters like, duh |
| Prayin' to God that I fall off and pop off and hit 'em with that (Ah) |
| Think I just murdered another track, service be soundin' just like (Yee) |
| How is a thirteen year old finna kill another track? |
| Another track that’s so amazing, man, it’s so amazing |
| How I did it, I don’t know, but lately, I been super hot fire |
| Blazin' the way at the pit is been feelin' so ageist like who’s that guy? |
| Yeah |
| Man, I don’t know, pull out the pen like I’m finna explode |
| Get it? |
| Nevermind, I should not sever |
| My anger releasin', they watchin' it go |
| (Down, down, down, down) |
| I am the reason for sinkin' your ship |
| (Drown, drown, drown, drown) |
| All of this killin' is stressing me (Chyeah) |
| (Out, out, out, out) |
| I’m (Out, out, out), I’m ('Bout, 'bout, 'bout) |
| 'Bout to make it in the game (Woo) |
| How could you tell me that I’m an incredible? |
| (Yeah) |
| I’m highly professional (Yeah) |
| I did what you can’t so I’m finna let it go (Yeah) |
| I’m doin' it ethical, I do it impeccable |
| I am perceptible, split upon like a decimal |
| I spit ineffable, yeah (Okay) |
| You got a curious case of envy |
| Feedin' my veins, I’m feeling it in me |
| Keepin' it strange, how could I not with the |
| N9na who murder everything that everyone who in his path? |
| Finally, your highness, eternally passin' the ball of a murder rate |
| Hood too, they fast enough and fast enough to step to him and then he, uh |
| Looked in the mirror like, «Dwamn» |
| I ain’t gotta use a filter on the 'Gram, ain’t no glam |
| And my new hits straight slam |
| They still tryna hate on who I am |
| They think I’m seein' Dr. Sebagh, Dr. Sebagh |
| They think I’m seein' Dr. Sebagh, seein' Dr. Sebagh |
| Anti-aging fans be praising jams we making |