[Intro]
They said I'm crazy. Yeah. (x2)
Let's get it
[Verse 1: Tech$ Finesse]
I guess its my turn
The ganja burn rhyming words make the others swerve
Listen close, its ill flows, with the notes of Mos, am I speaking tongues?
You look like went numb and dumb, founded that the route is in the hands of the man
Let go of the wheel
Feel the chill of something unreal from what my mind spills
Its respiration nation, as I exhale the words I'm saying, its child's play in the haze but my gaze never sway
From the page, a nailed verse, of words learned by putting in work
[Verse 2: Tech$ Finesse]
The games in need of respiration
I'm taking over no preparation its lacking air to the throne
I spit it natural like breathing on the microphone
Mad rappers beefing for no reason til' this chef takes them home
Flip them like I'm cooking on the stove
What you looking for want trouble
I'm bad to the bone want this dog to stay away then leave them the f** alone
Keep your damn mouth shut like an old flip phone
No one ever called you but you always called for help. You act all bad a** until you were by yourself
[Outro]
Remember Me n***a
Remember Me
It's Tech$ Finesse yo'
Remember me n***a