[Chorus]

He won't play me on radio cause they be on

Punk shit daily on, industry's a shady one

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[Verse 1]

Don't nobody wanna deal with a nigga that got it together

For real and even think his own thoughts

Everybody wanna do what everybody else doing the copy cat is what

They been taught, Imma get in the brain of the lame

I contain pain and imma give it to the rap game

The way you're doing it the way you're persuing it you're

Gonna ruin it villain it's a god damn shame.



Are you ready for the real here we go now,

Most on the radio can't flow now,

Everyday I gotta cut the radio down

Sound like another pac or an O-Town

You can't have a contest or a show down

When two cats got the same kind of flow sound

Tecca Nina I'm coming to put the mo down

Run up in the record label with a four pound



Am I too versatile cursed to drown in the bowels

Of the earth man I'll be first to growl and burst out the vowels

Of the original murderist verse out the mouth

Big Tech N9ne's gonna be the one running the race

That's real I'm speaking to everyone in the place

I can deal with you don't like the drum

And the bass if you can deal with a mother fucking gun in your face



I can't get with it, record labels and the industry is sick with it

P.D.'s some really don't know a hit for shit

Kick the bitch if you diss my hit, you might get pistol whipped

Catch'em in the hall, hitt'em in the jaw

Give it to the fans they can get it all

Cause the industry is punks, Tech I'm ready to get krunk

I'm comin' to straight dump with a pump



[Chorus]

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[Verse 2]

How many 2 pacs and JZ's and Master P's can they conceive?

Don't they know a few gloc's 380's and master keys will make'em bleed

How you gonna say black people won't listen to this or don't listen to that

Like saying a fool can slang cane a fool can gang bang but never will get hit with a gat



You better get your story straight cause I ain't no devil for real

I'm a rebel for real that Tech N9ne is on some other level for real

You're a pebble to real niggas songs like Psycho Bitch and Real Killer

Einstein nigga that's a mill stealer the idiots say black folk won't feel us



What you think we dumb? Do we all gotta run when the heat come?

Showing original tongue it'll be fun but the mother fuckers want the bums

And the weak ones Suge Knight punked

The industry quick that's because most the industry's bitch nigga

I'm a man I don't be running from nobody we deal with niggas who trippin' and giving us shit



Radio won't play the unk fay thought they wanted rap

To advance but they ont day when I die imma aunt hay

Every industry faggot who giving money to an unk pay

Tech and Tekneko get people involved from KC to Mexico

Strapped with that fat desert eagle run up on the industry

And let the heat go



[Chorus]

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[Verse 3]

You can look into my E.Y.E.'s and you can see why these

Mother fuckers don't wanna see my steeze

Cause imma killa when lyricals come undone I do miracles

And I come from the kingdom of rumble drums

And hums become bumbles, I'm the one that begun the gun tongue get sprung

Got everyone comin' in bundles



Act like a bitch treated like a bitch, act like a chump

Treated like a chump when the funk jumps what you gonna want?

Ain't gon want nothin' industry punks you can run but ya can't hide from the ride

You can say that it's dope but I won't buy it, you can think Tech 9

Really won't fly but I got a killer ear and a killer eye



Def Jam take chances in my opinion, they give advances to the niggas

That's really on universal loud laface, that's some of my favorites

But the ones who call the shots most of 'em on some hater shit.



That other shit, for ya mother sis or your brother bitch

Not no lover lick, packing blackened fat and blubber shit

Yeah, the radio dead cause the industry is punks put the

Double barrel to its foe head



[Chorus]

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