Tech N9ne - Midwest Meltdown lyrics

[Verse 1: T.T.] Game on, light a match I'm blowing up, that's a known fact Accelerant, lighter fluid gas Burning every beat up, we Spending money fast, even burn my cash Everything around me smell like smoke Blowin' on something that's really no joke Know they gettin' high when they start to choke Ain't smokin' on reg', it'll burn my throat It's Tech N9ne, T.T, and Twista (speak about the fire) Switching lanes, 500 horses Time for bed, you know my Swishers getting split like divorces I can never burn out, no doubt, we get smoked out Roll some White Widow to the gra** till' I pa** out Say you told 'em how, so tell me what you talkin' 'bout [Hook: T.T.] (x2) Set your city on (fire) I'm burnin' like (fire) I'll smoke you out (fire) I'll melt you like (fire, like fire) (Like fire, like fire) [Verse 2: Twista] It's only right that Twista speak about the fire Lovin' the feelin' when I fill up a Backwood Smoke the blunt up till I'm f**ed up Cough till I wanna upchuck, now I'm feelin' good Takin' a hit of it then I be going up into oblivion When I be blowin' the Afghani or the OG Kush, talkin' bout a bush If I see you blowin' purple, n***a I wanna hit it, act like you know me Always blowin' loud with my people Flow so good that my style is evil Steady spinnin' on my women in the summer Like lemons in the Hummer, I got Sour Diesel Smokin' Headband, make a n***a do a headstand Green crack make me lean back From the Chi' to the twin cities, ready to spend 50 Pullin' up your block, have you seen that? [Hook] [Verse 3: Tech N9ne] Tech livin' it up, straight givin' it up, s** diggin' in guts Women know I'm makin' everything cream Wreck it then I bust, that's when I'm in lust, wet women are s**y Richie Richie, Professor Keenbean I got the fire for lady luck I'm a live wire And she's a thicky thick and you can't greet her then I'll fly her Buy her desires than annihilate her midnight attire Then deny and say I've had better, b**h, liar, liar! Fly to Dubai up in the sky, I'mma spit the flame Quick to rip it and get to trippin' if lippin' with the gang Get the picture frame, for the n***a to get the blame Grip the pistol, bang! To your nipple, the missile came You better know this SooWoo bidness, n***a! Don't wanna f** around and get lead up in your liver Better consider, I'm a heavy hitter to spit a gat So watch your mouth when you speak to me 'fore I give you that [Hook] (x2)