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Tech N9ne - My World lyrics
(feat. Dalima, Brotha Lynch Hung) In a world of misery and within this 3 planets collide. Brotha Lynch, Dalima, Tech N9ne Bring you along for the ride. [Brotha Lynch:] Wait a minute I'm from the Westcoast Conference Like Kobe or James Worthy you could just call me king of the valley. All I need is a game jersey. Nigga (nuts and guts) get served up when I get all spitting up? Cut it up, gut it up with cold cuts, with another nut heated up came dirty. I'll be off in that kryptonite turn them into liquidities stain his jersey leave him in the back of the Elco like Helpter Skelp stick it to them like velcro nigga. I'm a bitch killer, I'm a nigga ditch quick to rip you ?? murder bitch witch I'm a jack you night strip you that night split your legs open and dick you. But then I'm a ?? rippen you (grubs) eat your meat demit your pleat with the meat clever I did not see you either four corner receiver court order deleecher tech order me I'm bringing a Caesar and a suicide note do I die low keys in the backseat cut necks I'm sexist (rocked) to get (nabbed) Brotha Lynch I'm nickles express this sexist. [Chorus:] Welcome to my world (Tech N9ne catch) Welcome to my world (Tech N9ne catch) Welcome to my world (Tech N9ne catch) Welcome to my world (Tech N9ne catch) Welcome to my world ?? From the South [Dalima:] 'cause I be Dalima motherfuckers hating me for the longest. Could it be that I'm critical lyrically flawless. And if I'm heated I could be mentally conscious. I could be ? from the flame only being held accountable for making the change to whatever it regards a (beat). (in the middle of the sage) I'm busting like a 12 gauge. You could never really do a nigga that hang you up that slip ? Drank you I'm a cider with a fully loaded rifle undecided whether or not I cut up your brain or guts. ([Tech:] I get spaced out sometimes.) And it's like I'm a heathen whether or not you believe in everytime I rap a motherfucker stop breathing. Dalima for a reason well let me introduce you to the crucial uplifting future. Recruit you and seduce you to the butal grouper. Nigga better get ready 'cause we know we put together the (fattiest) chemical flame energetic well embedded into your brain Tech N9ne Dalima Brotha Lynch life. [Chorus] [Tech N9ne:] Fight this phantom you freaking family will fall flat. Bunk Bianca's beat 'em black and blue with a baseball bat. I might be a small cat but I won't use digression hit 'em with a weapon if they stepping all rat 20-11 I make 'em all skat. Now prosperous now Tech's not with his crowd. He's lost in his clouds rather be offed than softed with his style. I got hopes that might light you better but I been broke so I might swipe your chedder. You better get ready to give me I gotta Vendetta. Coming to get a Brotha weed and money and whatever. ([Tech:] Nobody said it was going to be easy but deceive me believe me your (buried dark buried dark) in Macropolis. Wonder you're gonna see me on T.V. You better believe me Tech would (never know the opposite?) Rewrite my life give me life in a fight for what's right I liberante quidado 151 Rum is how we run from slim slums then comes Diablo. I need a medic 'cause a murder energetic in the cerabellum never tell 'em I got one of the worst problems in the medulaoblon-gota you gotta going one helluva shot. (No more darkness how did I start this. Feeling bizarre shit. Like in your carcass.) I'm the ruler in my kingdom and my dark seat is hot. Step into my world and your heartbeat stop! [Chorus] |
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