Tech N9ne
Tech N9ne - Hard lyrics
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[Hook: x2] My shit is hard! Constipated They wonder why so killa, cause a monster made it My shit is hard! I’m the greatest Look around, that’s why everybody’s congregated [Verse:] Moon stricken, yeah, they think I’m crazy When they ask me how I rap so quick, I say poon lickin’ Don’t play my shit, you’ll have everyone in the room bitchin’ Doomed iffin’ you got (ravished) and now my tomb’s kickin’ Four score, seven years a ho Knockin’ ‘em down with me, 99 Benz to go Chuggin’ around 50, mix the Lou then cheers to slow Mutherfuckers who never loved us simply cause they fear the flow Spit lyrics to get vicious rippers to get the pit Dis’ this and get whipped, hit this trick with this pistol grip Bitch, this is the fifth, if suspicious, here’s a stiffen of this Sniffin’ this… wait, what was I sayin’? (Hook x4) My shit is hard! Constipated They wonder why so killa, cause a monster made it My shit is hard! I’m the greatest Look around, that’s why everybody’s congregated [Bridge: Tech N9ne] Just when your coat off you enter the rain Two dollar haters, yeah, I’m a be a vendor for change Sender of pain, see ya lady? I’mma lend her the thang And she gonna take it from me and the newest member of Strange [Verse:] Crews get assassinated, castles all crumble Forever lives the legend of a poet who is humble Words to live by, now I die by a strange code About to kill this verse, they call me Murs if you ain’t know I don’t rap fast, I’mma leave that up to Tech and ‘em Ces, Bernz, Krizz, Rittz, Wrek, and the rest of ‘em Zero estrogen, my heart, it only pumps lava Dna is black mamba with a little chupacabra I’m a monster, I’m a problem, I’m a motherfuckin’ beast I’m a red nosed pit, off the motherfuckin’ leash I’m a livin’ fucking legend, man, The rest of y’all just walking dead Feral with a arrow, call me Daryl, takin’ off my head [Hook: x2] My shit is hard! Constipated They wonder why so killa, cause a monster made it My shit is hard! I’m the greatest Look around, that’s why everybody’s congregated [Outro:] It’s getting to the point where I don’t even wanna work with rappers no more man All these years trying to get ‘em all to see Now I just wanna do what I been doin’ Just makin’ music for my technicians to bang You know what I’m sizzlin’? Bang! Bang! Bang! For strange! Bang! Bang! Bang! We’re gonna bang! For Strange!