Tech N9ne - My World - Tekst piosenki, lyrics - teksciki.pl

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[Intro] In a world of misery Within this, three planets collide Brotha Lynch, Dalima, Tech N9ne Bring you along for the ride [Verse 1: Brotha Lynch Hung] Wait a minute, I’m from the West Coast Conference Like Kobe or James Worthy You could just call me the King of the Valley All I need is a game jersey Nigga nuts and guts get served up When I get it, I’ll spit enough, aim sturdy Cut it up, gut it up, with colds cuts And in a oven I’ll heat it up, came dirty I be off’a that Crip tonight Turn ‘em into liquid ice, stain his jersey Leave ‘em in the back of the alcove Like Helter Skelt’, stick it to ‘em like velcro Nigga, I’m a bitch killer I’m a dig a ditch, quick to rip ya Paint a murder picture wit'cha I’m a jack knife, strip ya that night Split your legs open and dick you But them quick into rippin’ your guts Eat ya meat, Deep heat, deplete you with the meat cleaver That I didn’t see you either Phone call or receiver, court order delete you Tech ordered the meat, I’m bringin’ the seasonage And a suicide note, do-or-die Loc Keys in the backseat, cut necks, I’m sexist Bout to get him that Brotha Lynch Hung necklace Expect this [Hook] (2X) (Welcome to my world) Where hearts are broken, and bars Are open, potions pullin’ me closer (Welcome to my world) Dark’s my ocean, my Ark is floatin’ But not livin’ like I’m supposed to [Verse 2: Dalima] (Lyrical asylum) ‘Cause I be Dalima, motherfuckers hatin’ me for the longest Could it be critical ‘cause I’m lyrically flawless? And if I’m heated I cannot be mentally cautious? (Diggin' the pain) I get deep peepin’ the flame Only can I be held accountable for makin’ the change To whatever regards are gonna be (Insane) In the middle of a stage, I’m bustin’ like a 12-Gauge You can never bring it to a nigga that’ll hang you up Slip a couple mickeys up in your drink for you Homicidal with the fully-loaded rifle and undecided of Whether or not I can cut up your brains or guts (I get spaced out sometimes) And it’s like I’m a heathen, whether or not you believe it Everytime I rap a motherfucker stop breathin’ Have you ever been in a dilemma for a reason? (Nah) Well, let me introduce you to the crucial upliftin’ future (and then) Recruit you and seduce you to the mutual group of (My friends' souls) Nigga you better get ready ‘cause We done put together the fettiest chemical frame Energetic when I let it, embed it in your brain Tech N9ne, Dalima and Brotha Lynch like [Hook] (2X) (Dlrow ym ot emocleW) (World) [Verse 3: Tech N9ne] Fight this phantom, your freakin’ family will fall flat Bunk Bianca's beat ‘em black and blue with a baseball bat I might be a small cat, but I won’t use discretion Hit ‘em with a weapon, if he steppin’ with a mall rat 20 minus 11, I make ‘em all scat! Not prosperous now, Tech’s not with his crowd He’s lost in his clouds Rather be off’ed than soft with his style I got hopes that my life might get better But I’ve been broke, so I might swipe your chedder You better get ready to give me, I got a vendetta Comin’ to get it, whether weed or money, whatever Nobody said it was gonna be easy, people deceive me Or leave me in the dark and buried off in Necropolis One day you gon' see on me TV, you better believe me Takin’ over this and never the opposite Rewrite my life, gimme light, inner fight for what’s right Allah Liberate, Cuidado 151 Rum is how we run from slim sums, then comes Diablo I need a medic ‘cause I murder energetic In the cerebellum never tell ‘em I got One of the worst problems in the Medulla Oblongata And you ought to go in one hell of a shot! No more darkness, how did I start this? Feelin' bizarre shit, like kickin’ your carcass I am the ruler in my kingdom and my Dark Seat's hot Step into My World and your heartbeat stop! (Dlrow ym ot emocleW) [Hook] (2X)
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