Tech N9ne Read This!!!!!!
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where's my lighter
(1st hook)
Guess what tellin a story of somethin that sucked wack/ and the flow guaranteed real messed with my mind and its all fact/ lost my lighter like that joke stoner in hell think sorry Mary and sigh at her/ what a fucking waste too poor now to buy a useful utensil at 99 cents per/
damn almost felt fellness real close pull up a bowl and hear my case/ called the buddha procurer told him fiendin for green what could be seen today/ wouldnt care how its laced tempted by online legal bomb shit see the sad face/these cravings to get overload bowl load satire mode overwhelms a little bit...YAY!/ that affirmitive me boy got the herbal remedy at a reciprocal cliff/ as i contemplate the next step could begin with a massive spliff/ or blunts and the little mean green machine bowls it will remain to be seen the King's huge rips/ looking to wanna get high high til the world flies by eyes flamin up and funny quips/ lyrics quick sick chronic toothpick literal figurative this shit gives a kick/ puts me in create flow mode blown shown the light high in a true schizo fit/ so plop down a the drop and be giving me my crop been dry and its the pits/
(hook 2)
Oh no where's my lighter
"not in this room"
shit i cant find my lighter
"F*ck now im doomed" x2
get to the crib damn near break down the door i may now be poor/ and later on proved a fool but would it matter to you cas or head hit floor/ r-r-rip off the bong flip scripts till my phlanges sore/ even tho consumed ozs of these sticky leaves im still wantin more/ broke it up packed it up what am i missing oh yeah my lighter/ where is it lookin all over the floor tore apart my couch now a desperate core/ call up my girls cell complain plead and cry to her bent/ she cant help so i guess foolish mortal myself my clothes rent/ cheap ass lighters even my custom spectrum zippo my heart will never mend/ love that thing like i love my pen true pin helps end depression wesson regression expression/ sessions with chronic resin messin love it to Death im confessin/ cant stop second guessin where i had it last mental refreshin/ but memory not found lookin around and paranoia crestin/ did he/she/it take it again while i was reciprocal vicinity/ puchased plenty now me findin empty and me wantin the grinnin/ endin of sinnin me mind mood finnin beginnin winnin bong indicatin/ readiness to be caked mated with alvioli to make a bake fates are cruel and baitin/ me with a cornucopia of flint rocks while im waitin/ and total absence of fire when the bud i finally have so me still not sated/
(hok2)
during the intemission on a mission for flames kissin almost tried the stove/ dumb i know woulda split my bowl lookin like forever to feel the dove/ looked in the car nope so far over par when i find my mind calm what the fuck for/ without my lighter world less brighter true stoner would call an all out war/ im close but dose of sense overloads fell intention mode/ and i realize inablility to get high should be felonious crime/ so i miss the flow and inhale blow my mind just gotta go/ and pull and grind for light this time mind mental pencil loves to hear now it mine/ this now im thinkin gears clinkin somethin bout my flint/ damnit hittin head again and again wantin that grin/ gettin pissed at me memory grieve emptyin the bin/ and allova sudden i pin my lighter's location i have sinned/ pants pocket ARRRGH! wow ill get far with brain farts starts to irritate/ i guess its my fate to relate to alzheimers o well i can create/ but now enough berate abate debase now case get lighter/ and dont...hesitate open door see necessity for core and i cannot wait/
(1st hook)
Guess what tellin a story of somethin that sucked wack/ and the flow guaranteed real messed with my mind and its all fact/ lost my lighter like that joke stoner in hell think sorry Mary and sigh at her/ what a fucking waste too poor now to buy a useful utensil at 99 cents per/
damn almost felt fellness real close pull up a bowl and hear my case/ called the buddha procurer told him fiendin for green what could be seen today/ wouldnt care how its laced tempted by online legal bomb shit see the sad face/these cravings to get overload bowl load satire mode overwhelms a little bit...YAY!/ that affirmitive me boy got the herbal remedy at a reciprocal cliff/ as i contemplate the next step could begin with a massive spliff/ or blunts and the little mean green machine bowls it will remain to be seen the King's huge rips/ looking to wanna get high high til the world flies by eyes flamin up and funny quips/ lyrics quick sick chronic toothpick literal figurative this shit gives a kick/ puts me in create flow mode blown shown the light high in a true schizo fit/ so plop down a the drop and be giving me my crop been dry and its the pits/
(hook 2)
Oh no where's my lighter
"not in this room"
shit i cant find my lighter
"F*ck now im doomed" x2
get to the crib damn near break down the door i may now be poor/ and later on proved a fool but would it matter to you cas or head hit floor/ r-r-rip off the bong flip scripts till my phlanges sore/ even tho consumed ozs of these sticky leaves im still wantin more/ broke it up packed it up what am i missing oh yeah my lighter/ where is it lookin all over the floor tore apart my couch now a desperate core/ call up my girls cell complain plead and cry to her bent/ she cant help so i guess foolish mortal myself my clothes rent/ cheap ass lighters even my custom spectrum zippo my heart will never mend/ love that thing like i love my pen true pin helps end depression wesson regression expression/ sessions with chronic resin messin love it to Death im confessin/ cant stop second guessin where i had it last mental refreshin/ but memory not found lookin around and paranoia crestin/ did he/she/it take it again while i was reciprocal vicinity/ puchased plenty now me findin empty and me wantin the grinnin/ endin of sinnin me mind mood finnin beginnin winnin bong indicatin/ readiness to be caked mated with alvioli to make a bake fates are cruel and baitin/ me with a cornucopia of flint rocks while im waitin/ and total absence of fire when the bud i finally have so me still not sated/
(hok2)
during the intemission on a mission for flames kissin almost tried the stove/ dumb i know woulda split my bowl lookin like forever to feel the dove/ looked in the car nope so far over par when i find my mind calm what the fuck for/ without my lighter world less brighter true stoner would call an all out war/ im close but dose of sense overloads fell intention mode/ and i realize inablility to get high should be felonious crime/ so i miss the flow and inhale blow my mind just gotta go/ and pull and grind for light this time mind mental pencil loves to hear now it mine/ this now im thinkin gears clinkin somethin bout my flint/ damnit hittin head again and again wantin that grin/ gettin pissed at me memory grieve emptyin the bin/ and allova sudden i pin my lighter's location i have sinned/ pants pocket ARRRGH! wow ill get far with brain farts starts to irritate/ i guess its my fate to relate to alzheimers o well i can create/ but now enough berate abate debase now case get lighter/ and dont...hesitate open door see necessity for core and i cannot wait/
Lay off the crack. I tried to read your flow and couldnt even make it through like 2 lines. Your rhymes are wack, and your attempt to make us think otherwise was even more pathetic. You need to stop rappin and get your mouth wired shut. Go get some medication. I think you need it. And.....
"during the intemission on a mission for flames kissin almost tried the stove"......
What the fuck kind of line is that. Kissin almost tried the stove?
"during the intemission on a mission for flames kissin almost tried the stove"......
What the fuck kind of line is that. Kissin almost tried the stove?
OZ for LIFE!!! Yeah!! Maybe he can have crazy blue hair and we can have a on-stage battle between him and Tech. If he thinks he is so much better than Tech, he should take it to the mic. It can be our little 8 Mile in KCMO. Maybe then, he would realize his lack of talent pales in comparison to the flows of Tech.
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