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Artist:Tech N9ne  Album:Special Effects 

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Ever since my cradle date, or my prenatal state I was blessed with the gift to disable hate With fatal takes on the mic is makin' my halo break And smash every lady workin' at Strange, call them my label-mates I throw the squad up, them I'ma pour ya broad up Genital, so plentiful, ya chemical's low but shot up Wishin' they'd slow the god up But I ain't trippin' when I rip I'm twitchin' They think that I be sniffing on Snow Tha Product Bitch I might be, this a nice key, to get ya hyphy Dick ya wifey, this for Ike Slice of sin or source if ya see somethin' slither slightly Step inside the surface of Strange, sir, simply sight-see Spit the flow, get the dough, then I hit the ho Mister irresistible twisted is this kiss the toes I'ma kick ya nose if one of ya pricks oppose I'm all he hates, cause I became a landmark like Ollie Gates Maudie's great, tall estate, y'all debate, nigga, call me Yates It's no challenge, It's no challenge at all When you up the ball against the low average The low average, killin' 'em, toetag 'em I'ma let you be great though, I'ma let you be great though, I'ma let you be great though, But it ain't no stoppin' a Yates Lately I've been like fuck rap What? Did he say "fuck rap"? Oh no no, I'mma write in bold and plus caps FUCK RAP Cuz all these tough cats really don't have no nut sack Trust that 'nuff scratch does back much wackness Flush that shit Down with the gowns with the sounds for the clowns And not in a good way You can drown underground with the pounds When they gust that shit Oh so, low we stojo, hoes and dough negro we flow though Let the soul glow, mojo, nigga Pillowcase, over the head of the

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