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Fresh Out! Lyrics - Artist : Tech N9ne
[Krizz Kaliko:]
The number one independent rapper in the world! Tech N9ne! I am what? Fresh out of fucks! [Tech N9ne:] Fed up with everything I'm cynical than I ever been I'll make the Beretta ring if any comin' up at a king Alluding to leveling a leader livin' a better dream Kinda like the brother on the side of Coretta King! But the people they made me a monster I need a getaway and may need some Kontra- Band in my hand I'm goin' crazy and bonkers Like I'm rich and my baby's Ivanka! They don't give a damn about a good nigga They wanna take what you givin' and put you out in the river without a particular bout I give you doubt if you is a Fallacy giver and nothin' but a salary digger! I'ma relay the message you're gonna decay If karma displays a deathbed you wanna delay The drama today that Tech said he gonna repay The one in the way I check it wit' a Llama to spray! When I spit it, niggas, quit it 'Cause I come wit' it, big digits Got 'em livid, when I quick flip it They don't wanna dig it but the spirit is not authentic Not a pity party but I'm fed up with the hatred And how they wanna spit upon and hit the gentle faces Not even knowing we sick and mental cases I open up they mouth wit' a fully and dental they shit! I am (what!) fresh out of fucks! I am (what!) fresh out of fucks! [Swisher Sleep:] Is it that I'm having a panic attack I'm tired of the fact that I'm starving like Marvin Heckler Heart of a battler veteran Get you from out of here Hit you for standing near men and here mind your manners and your manager's mannerisms Your mouth of a minimal double dribblin Stuff the beretta got me jitterin Got me feeling the pit fighters adrenaline Sitting inside of a cape prison Shank sharpened and bank targeting (grr) Is it that I'm having a panic attack And I'm looking fresh in the face And I don't make it a habit I don't know the truth and really the fact That you not giving a fuck I practice I been seeing on you wishing my tactics Now the blood up on my body and I'm watering my cactus Ill tackle a pterodactyl and shackle em and ride on the back of em Slapping them in the abdomen hurry the wind slappin We findin the Strangeland where the men can breathe Pinny and popper on the collar like I'm hiding the hinky I am who the suckas pretend to be Get offended by me they depend on my energy There's a penalty nigga Finna be remedied the epitome of an enemy In a minute we cut the noise and become a symphony Catch a Windom Family finna be getting behind a riddly dynasty Tecca N9na and me signin these twin Time to be violently murdering my mind and become reblinded by me and igniting the dynamite and then me Swish! [Tech N9ne:] I am (what!) fresh out of fucks! I am (what!) fresh out of fucks! Bleed ya if you got the funk a milli fever Nothing but a sucka billy diva Buckin really we had enough of the silly negras Agreed get the heata bussin up to really freeze ya I'm an abomination when ya on ya hatin Kinda conversation ima bomb ya nation With my congregation of non-sedation The Don's awakened achin the spawn of Satan [Swisher Sleep:] Who call my name and I'm goin I'm kinda plain out of my dorm My combination ain't normal Its like I'm facing a eye socket And breaking his mind pocket Its achin the time clock is wastin a pine box is awaitin I'm salivating they callin me the killa There's no feelings it's sentimental a general Ima hammer em hit em all in the middle they feminine All that bitching is non-missable zippiter Get to kickin it in the genitals When I spit it niggas critic Cause everytime i come with it The winner victor definitive pen and pad pennin and pennin it and the pyramid I'm making it permanent Here to stay an initiative Tryna get it and fittin in where the position is Put my life and my money freedom at risk for this Give me mine I don't give a fuck what tradition is Listen I'm a diamond amongst shit and I'm killing shit [Tech N9ne:] I am (what!) fresh out of fucks! I am (what!) fresh out of fucks! |
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