| This ain’t nothing like a nine to five
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| A superstar now, it’s your life
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| Married to it like it’s my wife
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| I gotta be Tech N9ne!
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| All day, all night (4X)
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| I wrote my life down from '85 to right now
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| And my style had a heap of people just like «Wow»
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| Schizophrenic, grim and venomous lyrics with a slight growl
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| I was destined to be Tech, to rip and excite crowds
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| So my pals think after I rip the mic down
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| It’s lights out and right to the pillow of my right eye brow
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| But when I chow I stay up and write sounds
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| I like loud, I stay wake and create late like a night owl
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| Meeting deadlines, serious as fed time
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| They said I’m extremely different and I head mine
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| I wed rhymes, married to this game and my bread’s fine
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| That’s why I’m always rocking classic J’s, the red kind
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| With that said I’m always up in y’all sights
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| Some think it’s all wrong, being spotted it’s all right
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| Thinking that I’m the no type is all hype
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| I ain’t got a problem with being Tech all day and all night
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| For real
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| This ain’t nothing like a nine to five
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| A superstar now, it’s your life
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| Married to it like it’s my wife
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| I gotta be Tech N9ne!
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| All day, all night (4X)
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| I write my flows and record them, I do my shows and we floor them
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| And so they go, let’s reward them with merch and ticket sales
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| That’s why my clothes I afford them, this love I know never short 'em
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| So why would I go and abort them and curse and give it hell?
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| They spot me at the movie, sippin', tryna press a newbie
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| Getting through these a hectic next to me singing my message to me
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| But I never get vexed the scroogie when I’m at the Ruby Tuesday
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| That’s a doozie, follow me for autographs when I’m set to dookie
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| That’s TMI, whether on the street or fly
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| With the need desire to be seated high and this heat is why
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| Even sometimes I be down and dark they all bright
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| Lifting me up, being Tech Ninna all day and all night
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| Yeah
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| This ain’t nothing like a nine to five
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| A superstar now, it’s your life
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| Married to it like it’s my wife
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| I gotta be Tech N9ne!
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| All day, all night (4X)
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| Ey, they even find me up in Wal-Mart
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| And give me coochie coupons, sexy mamas be all heart
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| Even at the Mandalay Bay I’m off in the mall parked
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| Chicks looking for me, patrolling the area like Paul Blart
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| And it be the same when I’m with the chiefs to gain
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| People greet me, heat arraign, sleep, they need to meet the Strange
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| Cat cause he became the creature sent to eat the game
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| Speaking of eat the pizza came in the beast in frame of the pizza mayne
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| At the funeral, taking pictures, near urinals
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| Not only when I’m on tour, you know where I’m stepping, they’re sure to show
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| And it’s a blessing, even if I’m stressing I’m durable
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| And you’re to know, to do this like Tech you have to endure to grow
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| Yo
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| This ain’t nothing like a nine to five
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| A superstar now, it’s your life
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| Married to it like it’s my wife
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| I gotta be Tech N9ne!
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| All day, all night (4X)
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| (Bad Season) |