Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song PBSA, artist - Tech N9ne. Album song Strangeulation Vol. II, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 19.11.2015
Record label: Strange
Song language: English
PBSA |
Chest out, ten toes down |
Left routes been shown now |
Tech shouts, them foes frown |
Next bout, you stretched out, we test clout when in yo' town |
Ex’d out, full of debt doubt cause the best house we hold ground! |
Better run now, don’t come around my way |
Gonna be dumbfound when the gun sounds cause sun down is my day |
Meaning I don’t sleep, but yo food yes I’m gon' eat, alone peep |
Anybody tryna get the grown seat better gone, it’s gonna be a long week! |
(Rah, rah, rah!) That’s what they talkin' a lot of em bumpin' they chops |
But they can never compare to the winner, they simply be giving me something to |
knock |
I slay wack, just play back my hits |
So you better stay back on this great track cause I made that my bitch! |
You wantin' this, I’m on a mission too |
So you ain’t gonna get what you wanna get, this one I’m kickin' through |
Hit they mama, quit the trauma, hid dishonor gets to shoot |
If you want a bitch, a ton of shit cause I’ma hit your crew |
Bout to knock you out yo' skin, go in body, then I’ma go chin |
Place yo' bet, you gonna hate the Tech |
Cause I’ma break yo' neck, we ain’t no kin |
Dreams and hopes will be broken when that flow spin |
I’ma fo' sho' sin, level headed when the rebel get it |
Heavy metal fetish when I go in! |
PLAY BALL! |
SLAY ALL! |
War paint on my mean mug |
Accolades, I got dumb clout |
Back to back I run mad laps |
When the sun’s down or the sun’s out |
Sara Jay on my side arm |
Y’all ain’t tryna see me with guns out |
With mo anger, that’s no-brainer |
So y’all niggas better run routes! |
I heard something 'bout |
Anybody can get it, I’m with it |
I’m coming for Sun’s crown |
When I hit him he done after one count |
Yeah I’m living, I love it, my lungs loud |
When I come from the scrummage |
The scrimmage, I did it, I done it like what now |
We could put up some butter and do it no stutter |
But put up or shut up your bum mouth! |
Now it’s your move, took a chump out, I’m so old school |
Yeah, say hi to my little friend |
Kill 'em with the pen, make the dynamite go boom! |
Talk about big balling, and it may seem like I’m stalling |
When I’m staring outta that wall and |
Bombing like Babe Ruth when I call it |
Yes y’all it, and my bet’s all in, heck nah, never let y’all win |
In the game, everything a test to check |
To see who can really hang like a net, all in |
Come and train with the Ces, yeah |
It’s no thing little bunny, I can bang with the best in the biz |
You better be saving all of your breath for the gym |
Gotta run until there ain’t nothin' left in the lid bruh, let’s get it in |
You heard me, chewed 'em up, I’m done early |
Suited up in my jersey, feelin' like who or what can come serve me |
Y’all too corrupt to come prove to us your kung-fu |
You suck, you’re unworthy, dirty like Harry makin' my day |
Tell 'em I come to slay when I play, break! |
PLAY BALL! |
SLAY ALL! |
K-I-M, and I kill shit |
You could say that I slay turds |
DIB and I K-I-S, y’all L-A-F and those eight words |
On my D-O-B I was D-O-A, but I came up out of that coma homie |
ODB, I take no T-O, I’m like Oscar Meyer with no bologna |
Killer and I’m dealin' 'em, I’m wavy |
Sinner in the center of a stadium, ya numb |
And now I go gorilla for real, uh, fuck I’m off the wall for real, uh |
And I’m an inaudible offense as often as needed |
Y’all slower than molasses, run screen passes, Weeden |
Ya get hit with a blitz, boy |
Just for thinkin' that they couldn’t catch this |
And when I run a muck, I’m puttin' numbers up |
Go and take you a look at my stats bitch |
My contract’s got no cap, and the money is under the mattress |
I stay high like A. I, what the fuck are we talkin' bout, practice? |
PLAY BALL! |
SLAY ALL! |