Yates - Tech N9ne feat Marcus Yates
Ever since my cradle date, on 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
B_tch I might be, this a nice key, to get ya hyphy
D_ck ya wifey, this for Ike
Slice of sin or source if ya see somethin' slither slightly
Step inside the surface of Strange or 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's Gates
Molly's great, tall estate, y'all debate, n_gga, call me Yates
[Hook - Marcus 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 [x3]
But it ain't no stoppin' a Yates
Lately I've been like f_ck rap
What? Did he say "f_ck rap"?
Oh no no, Imma write in bold and plus caps
F_CK RAP
Cuz all these tough cats really don't have no nut sack
Trust that 'nuff scratch does back much wackness
Flush that sh_t
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 sh_t
Oh so, low we stojo, hoes and dough negro we flow though
Let the soul glow, mojo n_ggas
Pillowcase, over the head of the industry
Illustrate, with my mouth and murders my ministry
Seal the fate of my enemy, feel the way of my energy
I heal the hate. Facilitate. Disc jockey's will scrilla make
Then play your records until you break radio
Ain't nothing but real estate
Is still a fake deal of mates who ain't real awake
But them ill is great and ain't no iller ape that can kill a Yates
[Hook]
[Marcus Yates:]
I can keep my hand, while everybody else losin' theirs
No Marcus, I told you, don't start this debate
I'm all arsenal friend, We the medians like, you feedin' me in
Tired of bein' with the intermediate
Faded on bullsh_t, control the whole medium
I done ran inside my meniscus
I done out-rapped everybody Christmas
So why in the hell would I fail?
If I do, I'm just being [?]
Front line level, untamed, unchained
After all this sh_t, I remain on lane, loser
And that's what yo ass get for hittin' that snoozer
My brain is worth the future, and yes, I don't get worked
So my verses hurts when they send me to kill 'em
I'm like Biblin' n_ggas, keepin' it blacker than power rangers
But why the name Zachary? No leashes, I'm free s_cker
No reachin' no knee deep into mine
Like a comprehension of lines
Revisit them when you wanna hear that real wizard [?]
Young and timeless, elite science, prominent and flyin'
And beat them beats to meet and greet but I conscience
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