Table and Chest Stress

[Intro: Tech N9ne] I'm about to take it back to sixth grade on y'all When I ain't had no beats I just beat on the table and my chest Like this [Hook x2] I'm here to give you my table and chest stress Life is so full of fear like an A-I-D-S test When you’re covered in wet sex With no glove you're just vexed Because life is so less blessed Feel like death is the best bet [Verse One] I mean, ain't no way up out of this dream Nowhere to skip a scene not with all them demons stuck on the screen So many unrest I bring serene living within means green But things seem bleak I'm beesteemed for the kings team Major corporations firin’ I feel obligated to hire ‘em Higher desired I’m wired my empire is tiresome But if she fly I’ll invite her to my asylum Alumni find relaxation off in her bonsai This bad season got me in my past sneezin’ Seeing the mother fucka singin' taking the Nina away but I guess they had reasons ’till I had freakin' ash leakin’ nap seepin’ Crash deacon Givin’ a sermon off my sick and twisted class teachin' You see now this ain't no fuckin freestyle My people starvin’ to eat now with the Angela Yee gal and Phillip chow Niggas is ready to freak out Yea I got a little money to piece out To some but the rest be plottin’ on me wanna stick me up like a decal [Hook x2] [Verse Two] My Hungarian honey's locked up for manslaughter Now her mother and father can't even hug their damn daughter Such an insane part of life really became harder Only way they saw me in jail was to visit Dwayne Carter Then I'm off in Spain sort of lame ’cause no dame sought us Never did play with the labia All I ate was paella Then ex bitches its all part of the Tech riches So I get threats they get vicious They know I keep with the best bitches Then I sex with it To bend her over the table is less stress With no bra and her breast on the table her chest pressed My people fallin’ while I continue to jet set But I got the power to bless The beat bangin’ yea that's Tech nigga!