Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song YouTube Rapper, artist - Tech N9ne. Album song Between Somewhere, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 06.12.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Token
Song language: English
YouTube Rapper |
| Yeah |
| When I was younger, I didn’t know what to do with myself |
| Freestyle to freestyle, proving myself |
| Started focusing on the mission more than spitting |
| But the feeling that I was missing was the one to kill everybody else |
| And I’m not violent, I just need to be protected now (Yeah) |
| My boy just got himself a little pistol, he might shoot it at you |
| Who am I after? |
| Anyone I gotta stick or put on my pupu platter |
| Used to chatter but I get way too much pussy to be a YouTube rapper |
| Shoot you actors |
| Not with the way Hulu captures what a Jew crew mastered |
| Doo-doo, blast your block with the K |
| Cuckoo clappers from a SooWoo chapter (Yeah) |
| Tell me how you wanna do it, should I nuke you bastards? |
| Or, should I go and get 'em with a Count Dooku slasher, do you faster? |
| Who’d you rather go against? |
| I control the web like a computer hacker |
| I been abusin' rappers since animal crackers and Chutes and Ladders |
| Put 'em in a comatose and I’m goin' ghost, feel like I’m cool with Casper |
| Torture everybody |
| Put 'em in a group on camera like it’s a ooVoo gather |
| Why they gotta choose me to try to hoot to Mathers? |
| Guess I’m the truth and a boost to Zeus, who’s gasser |
| But beaucoup flashers on social media said I drew truth backwards |
| Fuck your poots loose with a dook' chute smasher, I’m solid |
| I just demolish, please tell the pilot I switch the climate |
| I’m way too cold, I’m two degrees, it’s like I’m switching college |
| But ain’t no need for school if guns can teach you trigonomics (Bah, bah) |
| Curb stomp the only way I’m kickin' knowledge |
| I don’t preach, ladies say, «I love you,» when you sort of poppin' (Haha) |
| You take them for their word and then they take you for your wallet (Thank you) |
| How many syllables can he fit within a second with no content? |
| Use your own logic, no comment (Ahaha) |
| No more violence |
| I just kill 'em to enjoy the silence |
| I got my hand on the button still |
| Don’t know why I’m runnin', but I’m runnin' still |
| No more violence |
| I just kill 'em to enjoy the silence |
| I got my hand on the button still |
| Don’t know why I’m runnin', but I’m runnin' still |
| [Verse 6: Token and |
| Tech N9ne |
| Jesus Lord, relieve me more of stress, I need some more revenge |
| Distort your neck and force a stretch, like prehistoric Rex |
| And don’t ask me to be your guest feature, more or less |
| Your new song got four play like a tease before the sex, you need some more |
| success |
| I’m still a teen of course, I need endorsement checks |
| Tech? |
| (What up?) |
| I heard you made the Forbes, I need you for some bread |
| And I don’t treat my girls like queens |
| I treat 'em more like kings in chess |
| I keep the whores in check |
| I feel like Jesus when you leave me bored to death |
| Ayy |
| I don’t know why anybody wanna come and get it from Donte (Donte) |
| That thinking is dubious, I am Vesuvius, partner, you’re Pompeii |
| (Hot) |
| Calling me coward, I’m coming as crazy, calamitous Kanye (Whoa) |
| Got a gargantuan gun, I’ma get the grown-up gropin' Grande |
| Blah blah, chuggin' agua after rap beef |
| Why they pause? |
| I’m the faja, bah-bah, black sheep |
| Nigga, that’s weak, fucking raw in the car back seats |
| Where they take their rah-rah rap sheets |
| Ha-ha, caca, cats keep, crack peeps |
| Pipes, pips, and I’m glad it’s night |
| Grammatic geist gets status wiped |
| Coming against me is bad advice |
| You don’t wanna lay up in a poison predicament |
| Gone away just in a sort of maleficent |
| Dorm of sadists, I’m the opposite, people say I’m a Deus (Wait) |
| I been on my Rambo |
| Killing 'em off in my camo |
| And I be coming equipped with the ammo |
| Pulling 'em out of the bando |
| Never your rhyming no can handle |
| No more violence from your Sambo |
| And a big silence of the Lambo |
| I’ma need silence from the panel whenever my mic is handled |
| Ain’t no match, you can’t light the candle |
| One of a kind, I’m the prime example |
| Talking about me, be slightly careful |
| Comin' to my city is quite the gamble |
| Better hope that your flight is canceled |
| Make you scream 'cause I like the sample, wait |
| This man’ll dismantle |
| Put your head on this mantle |
| I see BS on your channel |
| Get outshined by my shadow |
| I don’t battle, I do not pretend |
| Don’t even rap like this if I’m not with Tech |
| Tech, I got your back, a back architect |
| The way I built this shit from the YouTube, kid |
| I’m done, fuck |
| No more violence |
| I just kill 'em to enjoy the silence |
| I got my hand on the button still |
| Don’t know why I’m runnin', but I’m- go |
| One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight |
| Look at all that hate I generate |
| I don’t feel a punch from featherweights |
| Maybe try when you in better shape |
| Oh you fuck that cup up every day? |
| Oh you drink that cup up every day? |
| Got me thinkin', hold up, anyways |
| What the fuck you got to celebrate? |
| How many losses do you tend to take? |
| One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight |
| Nine, ten, eleven, maybe twelve a day |
| That’s so sad but gee, what can I say? |
| Cry me a river like the Everglades |
| I might swim that bitch and get away |
| I got the whole world to penetrate |
| No more YouTube rap, goodbye |