Tech N9ne - Earregular Lyrics
[Intro: Tech N9ne]The Great Omnipotent Doc Strange is my name!Six-six-triple-eight-four-six-nine-nine-threeNever don't try find meWhy? Why? Cause I'm lost in the cloudsN9ne? Earregular boss in the house[Verse 1: Tech N9ne]I don't hear what you hear, niggaBecause I hear different you label me a wierd niggaI like that, and I like mixing dark and some clear liquorFor the night cap, although we ain't the same I cheers with yaThen I'm right back, listning to Doors recordsWhile I get groupie whores *****If it's a blood and gore message, in a movie I'll sure catch itMy brain's a vorplex it, got many levels, your messageMake a nigga want to ignore that shit, y'all pissy poor, that's itIntricate bred I'm a bit, pompous, if I want it, that I'mma getWhile you're mad at your *****Cause you know she at the back of the bus kissing the tat on my dickYou gotta be sick, then I had her, thick anatomy, hit with the flattery tricksStagger these raggety battery pricksSnake and bat ain't average, that'll be quitsOn one, two, three, my nigga!Doing four much with five, I be, my nigga!Six thousand and seven hundred degrees, my river!Ate a earregular mind state, but it fried N9ne's liver, huh?!(x2)Earregular, we're nebulaDear secular listeners, we're here next to yaGiving you fear messed with original weird stress for yaPeer pressure, the ignorant near deaf niggas![Verse 2: Tech N9ne]I know that my style is diff'rent!Meanwhile I get frowns and lips bentHe better know, we let it go, flee, never throw, glee at a ho, see that a proWill make the sounds breaking down the distanceI get my psyche blown, when I sit and write these songsThen I ***** with my Nikes on: "Plop, plop, plop, plop!"To the women it might be wrong, cause in the middle of the night he goneAnd the wife of the night she's home: "Stop, stop, stop, stop!"So many sicknesses that I get medicine, I get it up off a niggaBut it can never disappear, I know many get with thisBut it's a couple of really stupid individuals looking for the N9na fateCause I innovate, and I be the Yates, they can disintegrateGuess my sin it begins with the number before tenAnd being a clown, always been and raised!When I rhyme my design isn't mindlessYou can find Tech, flowing up the divine stretchNever spineless, spider K's a rhyme vetAnd we ain't the only earregular since I got Stevie, Mayday and I signed Ces(x2)[Verse 3: Tech N9ne]Y'all mother*****ers stuck on stupid (Duh!)I tried to slow it, but my flow's no lucid, thingI gotta be clever to do "This Ring"You can feel it if you 67 or you 15 ("Aggin!")Yeah, that's "nigga" backwards, Tech N9ne be that spitter masterWith a Cris, with her mugs, and I'm with a grasherLet a chick on the bus and I'm finna smash herCould have been a bastardSwimming in cash and the laughter, I'mma sinner fasterBetter get a pastor(x2)
