[00:00.17][Intro: Tech N9ne]
[00:00.69]I'm proud to present this cypher to my technicians,
[00:03.39]cause this one has been a long time coming.
[00:05.50]So I called on my big homie Big Scoob,
[00:08.21]and my lil' homie; JL B. Hood.
[00:12.89]Let's go.
[00:14.06][Verse 1: Big Scoob]
[00:14.70]
[00:22.63]Yeah, aha, Big Fella
[00:26.48]Back pu*******n' that trap *******t to your tracklist
[00:28.97]Still eatin' old passed whips, looky here, these facts, nigga (yeah!
[00:32.24]Whip game, I'm magic, front flips, no backflips
[00:35.42]Still eatin' old passed whips, looky here, these facts, ******* (yeah!)
[00:39.38]Big Fella y'all know me man, show me, homie, I'm still the same
[00:42.52]I'm a little older got a little colder,
[00:44.16]I'm still a soldier, I'm blowing flames
[00:45.88]Time to get, what's happening blood?
[00:47.67]This don't get it I'm acting up
[00:49.32]Nah, I'm just ****ing with it, bickin' back and having fu
[00:52.52]Bullshit I'm having none, nigga's best hold their tongu
[00:55.70]Flip a switch and I'm with the shit get to clapping clips and I'm banging drum
[00:58.99]Ignorant with this ignorant shit and my only wish is you come get some
[01:02.22]I told you niggas where the **** I'm fro
[01:05.24][Verse 2: J.L of B. Hood]
[01:05.40]Nigga's a bore, be hunted just like on
[01:06.91]Showed you this is where the luck might run
[01:08.49]Out for the doubt, what you do with yo mouth about to be part of the reason I come and bust my gun!
[01:11.80]Finicky front wanna be just like them
[01:13.35]Not a nigga I could give, like "niggas? What are these?
[01:14.99]This no war nor kid time son
[01:16.60]It's a warning, do nothing dumb
[01:17.86]You can feel what it is when exposed to the G's
[01:19.51]A real one exists this close to the lead
[01:20.95]Get ahold of the disk you suppose to believe
[01:22.79]The show is a trip and the flow's a disease
[01:24.34]Coke gotta fizz, got zones of the trees
[01:26.04]Never let 'em live, let alone let 'em breathe
[01:27.76]Not a ****** I could give, like "******s? What are these?"
[01:29.21]Pros we official, the hoes Lebanese
[01:30.86]Strange got the game in a guillotine choke
[01:32.50]Language aimed seen finna be quo-
[01:34.11]-Ted, know it ain't my enemy hope
[01:35.60]S****** if you can't consider me ****
[01:37.31]Ya skank wanna grope me and Joey Cool both
[01:38.86]On the bull with a 7, no Tony Kukoc?
[01:40.58]No T.I. TMI but I'm ****ing with protectio
[01:42.23]They come out the wood works know whenever you close
[01:43.69]You know what I'm yellin' know somebody better tell 'em
[01:45.42]Hard head make a soft ass lemme get 'em
[01:46.98]Up in art class was the only time you drew a weapon
[01:48.67]Up the bar blur lines I'm a urban legend
[01:50.30]We come at a nigga head it come off him in a secon
[01:52.05]Paper work in red like I'm makin' a correction
[01:53.70]Select what I said hope you makin' the connection
[01:55.09]If my nigga was alive I am in the booth hurt
[01:56.87]Me and Tech got high said we finna do work
[01:58.61]Spat hot lava, finna shoot first
[02:00.08]You expect not vibe I could only do church
[02:01.57]Aye, we making your niggas feel goo
[02:03.32]Know that I ride, while I tell 'em B. Hood
[02:04.94]You would look odd in my neck of the woods
[02:06.54]If I really wanna slide in your hoe I could
[02:08.30]But I'm God with a double O, y'all know I'm good!
[02:09.88]Step like I should!
[02:10.90][Outro: Tech N9ne] (x2)
[02:11.53]I steps like a real should
[02:13.55]Papered but still hood, we whip it and feel good
[02:17.17]Mr. Rogers - Travis Garland - And you turned out to be a shitty ****ing frien
[02:24.20]Yanked it and still could, we whip it and feel good
[02:36.75]

I'm proud to present this cypher to my technicians,
cause this one has been a long time coming.
So I called on my big homie Big Scoob,
and my lil' homie; JL B. Hood.
Let's go.

Yeah, aha, Big Fella
Back pu*******n' that trap *******t to your tracklist
Still eatin' old passed whips, looky here, these facts, nigga (yeah!
Whip game, I'm magic, front flips, no backflips
Still eatin' old passed whips, looky here, these facts, ******* (yeah!)
Big Fella y'all know me man, show me, homie, I'm still the same
I'm a little older got a little colder,
I'm still a soldier, I'm blowing flames
Time to get, what's happening blood?
This don't get it I'm acting up
Nah, I'm just ****ing with it, bickin' back and having fu
Bullshit I'm having none, nigga's best hold their tongu
Flip a switch and I'm with the shit get to clapping clips and I'm banging drum
Ignorant with this ignorant shit and my only wish is you come get some
I told you niggas where the **** I'm fro
Nigga's a bore, be hunted just like on
Showed you this is where the luck might run
Out for the doubt, what you do with yo mouth about to be part of the reason I come and bust my gun!
Finicky front wanna be just like them
Not a nigga I could give, like "niggas? What are these?
This no war nor kid time son
It's a warning, do nothing dumb
You can feel what it is when exposed to the G's
A real one exists this close to the lead
Get ahold of the disk you suppose to believe
The show is a trip and the flow's a disease
Coke gotta fizz, got zones of the trees
Never let 'em live, let alone let 'em breathe
Not a ****** I could give, like "******s? What are these?"
Pros we official, the hoes Lebanese
Strange got the game in a guillotine choke
Language aimed seen finna be quo-
-Ted, know it ain't my enemy hope
S****** if you can't consider me ****
Ya skank wanna grope me and Joey Cool both
On the bull with a 7, no Tony Kukoc?
No T.I. TMI but I'm ****ing with protectio
They come out the wood works know whenever you close
You know what I'm yellin' know somebody better tell 'em
Hard head make a soft ass lemme get 'em
Up in art class was the only time you drew a weapon
Up the bar blur lines I'm a urban legend
We come at a nigga head it come off him in a secon
Paper work in red like I'm makin' a correction
Select what I said hope you makin' the connection
If my nigga was alive I am in the booth hurt
Me and Tech got high said we finna do work
Spat hot lava, finna shoot first
You expect not vibe I could only do church
Aye, we making your niggas feel goo
Know that I ride, while I tell 'em B. Hood
You would look odd in my neck of the woods
If I really wanna slide in your hoe I could
But I'm God with a double O, y'all know I'm good!
Step like I should!
(x2)
I steps like a real should
Papered but still hood, we whip it and feel good
Mr. Rogers - Travis Garland - And you turned out to be a shitty ****ing frien
Yanked it and still could, we whip it and feel good