[Intro]
Going down on that p**y like
What you do for that Klondike
[Verse 1:Tech$ Finesse]
Over compensate
Over contemplate
Gotta' cop the hate
n***as crack talkin' Compton plates
n***as rap cheesy nas and jay
Sittin' in the studio
Wonderin bout life n' all
I'm enthralled by the strife and fall
Of the greats that pursue to be the G.O.A.T crouch and ball
Cryin' lyin' bout upbringings
Flyin' through world trade singing
Cash Rules Everything Around Me
n***a I smoke Hash and nothin else but brown leaves
Consumerism brings the blues and rhythym
Together
Yall n***as flows stay sittin on zero
Y'all rappers be softer than my pillow
Claim to be the hardest but you ain't
I got up out the hood movin that cane f** glamour and fame
The weed musta hit me mane
Got me higher than a plane
It's some sh** I can't explain..
Rebel to the grain '
South side ridaz run the game
It's simple to understand
Sink you quicker than quick sand
I'm that n***a cops can't stand
Tryna cuff these f**in hands'
But been messin up they plans
But they won't catch a n***a slippin aslong as I roam this land. Haha
Word to all my b**hes
And my n***as out here tryna get it
f** the snitches, get your riches
f** with mine and get shot up like syringes
I'm a big dude, I pound cake
All you rappers is spitting flat bars, like pancakes
Spit this sh** so hard i make the land shake
Spittin' sh** you can feel, and find something you can take
Flow strong, not something you can break, coming from man, but stronger then man made
Its a damn shame, all these fake rappers making it, but the real dudes just fade, in to the background standing in the shade, in the darkness
That type of sh** is what sparked this, all i gotta say to y'all is spit it ya hardest
I put in my heart b**h, when is it gonna show?
Its bizarre ta, think the only way to make it far is, spit whack bars, and sell ya soul
These n***as out here selling they soul
I can't do that, cause that's not me, i'll continue to rap like a real emcee
Whats the reason to rap if your not feel in me? Whats the reason to rap if its not real and deep? There's no reason to rap if your not k**ing beats
I'm through the roof, like a just broke the ceiling, please
Hip hops been broken, and this is its heeling, see
All these dudes today got hip hop fading away, its in a coma waiting to be saved
Save like, Save it like
[Verse 2:Tech$ Finesse]
Look, its like they took a bat to hip hops brain, and now its just riving in pain
So today Ima' give it some moraine, sorry, moraine, and help it escape the horror scene and forget the horrors seen
Hip hops more then just sporting bling, hoes, d**, and that limizine
It was real life, and the sh** you seen, living life, as a human being
It was in the streets, in the food you didn't have to eat, in not being able to put shoes on your babies feet. It was in that single dream
You really had something to grind for, writing every song like you had something to rhyme for
And seen your goal as something to die for
Like "this times yours, no way in hell you gonna climb short"
Like this is yours
They call me Tech$ Finesse and I'm in the game
f** you b**hes and f** the fame
All my n***as gon know the game
Like that Alabama, Alabama that road tide
k** these b**hes like Glo-ride
All my n***as hit that febreeze
Yall n***as so stinky
Yeah my n***as gon' ride
Give a f** bout; these lame n***as
All you n***as is fake n***as
I'm out