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Song title: Tech N9ne - Einstien

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Einstein, Tech N9ne
Einstein, Tech N9ne

If you got scratch nigga, get the fuck up
Throw your hands up if you hella fucked up
Einstein, Tech N9ne, two triple zip
Crack a jaw, whip 'em all, if they wanna trip

Ladies with the bar codes meet me after this
Maybe you can show me the meaning of abyss
Everybody on the wall, momma is a bzzz
Had her at the Budgetel, stroking on my dzzz

This ones for the psychos, gang bangers and sluts
Bumbs holding the pipe, those college graduate fucks
I feel for no foes, I kill till I close my trap
I'm ill when I flow and you never doze when I rap

Tech, tech, gimme women and much alcohol and I'm straight
Eat drink and be merry, yo come tomorrow might be your fate
Yo look, look over there, it's that nigga with the hair
Tech and Juan, what a pair, the rest equals MC squares, what

Who got this mutha fucking house on lock? Who
Einstein, Tech n9ne, dwamn
Who keeps it sizzling, who keeps it hot? Who
Einstein, Tech n9ne, dwamn

K C MO, roll
K C MO, roll

Everybody witness my soul sickness
If you dig Tech when he's twisted, then go get this
Bringing the house down when I rip shit, like the plates shifted
Angels come in many shades, either drunk or lifted

The Einstein meaning gifted, too slick to get with
Two years ago my shit was broke but now I fixed it
With the quickness you missed it
When I used to roll with Misfits and Nitwits

But now who I do biz with, ain't none of yo business
Blood thirst in the church now
The earth's, the worst, clutch your purse when we lurk
'Cause we cursed from work

Trying to party like a mutha fucka, broke as a joke
Don't hire me but you arrest me when I'm selling my dope
So who's the Einstein in N9ne, N9ne, Tech N9ne
I'm crime mind, in my prime, I'm mixing one fifty one with Malibu rum
And pineapple juice among all my angels and wicked ones

We're the party people night and day
Living crazy is the only way
Einstein, gets it where I gots it when I'm on it, Einstein
Rock it, like you mutha fuckers want it

Who got this mutha fucking house on lock? Who
Einstein, Tech n9ne, dwamn
Who keeps it sizzling, who keeps it hot? Who
Einstein, Tech n9ne, dwamn

K C MO, roll
K C MO, roll

What do we say to haters off top
Haters got beef, they thinking we got
We 'gon get postal if it don't stop
You can get ghost or you can get shot

Generation X 'gon party till the death
Anybody tripping, gettin' greeted with a stretch
Taking everything and we're leaving nothing left
Demons gotta die have 'em breathing last breaths

I feel that I got will and I'm 'gon bill till I'm killed
Bell till I bail if I fail, then I'm 'gon steal what I will
Tech is a realist, running with killas, you better vill this
Be the witness to the coldest when I hold this dick
They break camp, when I flow this

Einstein, go the ill route, throw up your hands
If you're villed out or if you're real sauced
I told ya'll I'm Cold Dog I flows all heat
I'm representing, Rogue Dog, Rogue Dog
Fifty seventh street, what

Who got this mutha fucking house on lock? Who
Einstein, Tech n9ne, dwamn
Who keeps it sizzling, who keeps it hot? Who
Einstein, Tech n9ne, dwamn

K C MO, roll
K C MO, roll

Einstein, Tech N9ne
Einstein, Tech N9ne
Einstein, Tech N9ne
Einstein, Tech N9ne
Einstein, Tech N9ne

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