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Tech N9ne – The Answer (feat. Ces Cru & Krizz Kaliko) (Dominion Deluxe Version Album)

Hell all in my head, peace (Got a)

Your gross must pass through fire and that’s why
I get fancy with them blades in, and leave blood stains in the hallway
(UP)
But I got holes like a clarinet
Repping hard for the underground, I’m an emcee and a lyricist
I’m burned up
But they theory is full of bullet holes
And I think I’m the answer
Well I, Well I know you got me fucked up
I put dough down on a fare bet
[Verse 2: Tech N9ne]
[Hook: Krizz Kaliko]
If I’m N9ne I keep that pistol smoking
Niggas hood rich, I ain’t there yet
That is where I am bitch
Cause they don’t be feeling you like they feelin’ me
Everybody better hold up
I never had to keep a pistol
But nobody really know what I do for real
Sign of the times ain’t dependent on the rhymes
I really had to keep it simple
Y’all niggas be gambling or rambling
[Hook: Krizz Kaliko]
[Hook: Krizz Kaliko]
Talk is talk and that’s cheap to me
Cause they don’t be feeling you like they feelin’ me
Sayin I should hang it up in music you’re a plum liar
I don’t rock that shit

[Hook: Krizz Kaliko]
See they don’t be feeling you like they feeling me
Is he crazy? Sho Lia wicked like Fangoria
Everybody better hold up
I’ma drop that dime like they committed to crime on divine lines that I’ve spoken
I give two shits about who’s with you
Puff puff and I’ll pass it on
A different creature, every feature I get on is my song
When I get to rippin this flow here
And is fuck it I’m feelin funny bout fair weather fan shit

If I did shoot, I’d shoot to kill
They was scheming on me like a pyramid
Everybody better hold up
I spit it like it’s gun fire
I ain’t user friendly word to iPhone
I really had to break it down
I am what I always been, white kid with the rapping skill

So get up if you can get the picture
And I think I’m the answer
Period point blank I shoulda known
Won’t pray to no savior (Why?)
On the role, like I’m too cripple
Fool is hatin cause he don’t understand my communication, Nokia
I’ll pass baton in decathlon
I really can’t stay on my time zone
I ain’t came up for no air yet
If these pussies don’t shoot me, you can bet that the punk cops will
[Outro: Krizz Kaliko]
And they hate Dean ’cause I got skills
My team strong and we here to win

By design to find your prime time if their eyes open
Anybody tellin me I’m not the best it gotta be I wear a mask like an umpire
Armed and dangerous
Gapin’ hole in my heart too (But I)
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, better hold up
[Verse 1: Ubiquitous]
Yeah, I think they got me fucked up
Laugh loud when that boom hit you
I rap until my tongues tired
Y’all strange to us
Tecca N9na spit it so clear like Ho sheer
A dumb guy or you’re a bum sire tellin me I’m inadequate knowing it’s not anyone higher
Maintain that I’m self-sustained
Zoned out, turned up
[Verse 3: Krizz Kaliko]
Cause they don’t be feeling you like they feelin’ me
Getting twisted like two nipples
And I know I’m that answer
And I think I’m the answer
Everybody better hold up
Kali baby, y’all can never hang with us
Quoted rockabye to smoking on the pipe but doing lines of cocaine
Kansas, City King has landed
Run shit like in track and field
Search around and go find a verse where I came soft and I was slackin’ on
Anything remotely close to nope when I quote you’re choked with a velvet rope, Janet
Watch out
These days I’m too smart to
Cause they don’t be feeling you like they feelin’ me
Many men tried to mirror this
Yeah, I think they got me fucked up
Only hurt ya if the shoe fits ya
All the women go ta grabbin their crotch they all screamin OH DEAR!

[Hook: Krizz Kaliko]
And I think I’m the answer
Count another mil’, it’s chump change to us
And I jug lean and I pop pills
I had to run up and down the court watching y’all like the league official
My soul’s darker than nightride but no night light, I write all day
Yeah, I think they got me fucked up
I’m joking

Still CES came as a package deal
Yeah, I think they got me fucked up
Too old for this bullshit
Up in the clouds eating a industry sandwich look it I can spit cutting em up
[Verse 4: Godemis]