D.K.N.Y

[Intro: Tech N9ne] A young lady was talking to me the other day Asked me if I heard a new song called B.O.B (Battery Operated Boyfriend) And when I think about it from as far back as I can think Almost every woman I can remember had one But I ain't the kind of nigga that just take that lightly like "Oh, that's nothing, that's normal for a woman to have a dildo" My mind goes to, "Why do they need it?" Cause we absent, then I ask myself why are we absent Then I think about us being taking into slavery Where learning to read was forbidden Can't read, won't have a proper education No proper education, can't get a proper job Don't have a proper job, don't have money to live and eat Gotta eat to live so you do the only other thing you know That'll definitely put food on the table, hustle dope on the streets Hustle dope, might have to kill another nigga Kill somebody, go to the Feds Go to the Feds for ever ever ever, get to sleeping with them boys Do that, might contract aids Get out, give that to your woman She give it to the next nigga You and that nigga start funking One of the niggas kill the other Then it's the same cycle all over again We absent, dead or in jail No, I ain't that kind of nigga [Verse 1: Tech N9ne] I am not a cryin' bitch, I get up out to try and grit Put my vocal tape I sell it then I'mma get to buyin' shit Made it up out the lions pit, no fuckin' denying this is Some high and mighty spit, I'm rhymin' in the year the Mayans writ Destruction, introductions to new Front men Working for the government, snups and lust they trust in I was in the Gulf when US had a bust reduction But for the soldiers stuffed in dust, we gotta turn up the cups then And party with they families, we kickin' it to anarchy We granted these insanities The kid would get humanity Vanishing is who standing in vanity Damn it, B-L-double-O-D you scammed that T, you die under canopy I don't, trip off what another nigga do And I don't, lip off to another niggas' crew If I ain't got a trigger to I'm tryin' to live a few They say do your thang, you different kind of nigga, you [Hook: Tech N9ne] (2X) Close to my ragin', far from a jiggaboo Do your thing, you different kinda nigga you Over came the shit that they be giving you Do your thing you different kinda nigga you [Verse 2: Krizz Kaliko] I'm a different, B-R double-E D And I live it, see the people lovin' on me And I give it, my heart away including the arteries I don't be hollow boy like me if you ain't watersoluble I do's it, how you gonna change the game If you ain't got game changin' music And I lose it, whenever niggas ain't the same And they plain Jane and April Fools it I beastly slipped and like my sides is greasy Till the industry on the eyes I ain't so easy Lookin' at me like a leper, now they lovin' the keffer Lookin' like I'll never make it, lookin' like salt and pepper While my music's so Sebastian Bach When the world ain't thinkin' like I'm thinkin' Better dummy it up but the cash is stopped I gotta smash it a, Asher Roth that'll shake the spot There's only so much time in this song, and I've got to say a lot Tryin' to get paper fore the paper stop, I'll make a plot To make my bank account look like Vegas minus the beggin' twat It's effortless for me to pepper it, with cleverness But they just gimme a glimpse of the pimps who's they be steppin' in Got 'em guessing what I'm finna (Do) Never change my lyrics (To) Be jeffin' with you jigga (Boo) Different kinda nigga (You) [Hook]