Tech N9ne - Einstein lyrics

Einstein...TECH N9NE
Einstein...TECH N9NE

What, 2-thou style
Midwest Side
TECH N9NE, the anthem nigga
Like this, what

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 fuckin
House on lock (Who)
Einstein (Huh what)
Who keeps it sizzling
Who keeps it hot (Who)
Einstein (Huh what)
Kc MO Roll
Kc 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 shitLike 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 purseWhen 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 EinsteinIn N9NE N9NE TECH N9NE
I'm crime mindIn my prime Rhyme time
I'm mixing One fifty-one With Malibu rum
And pineapple juice Among all my angels And wicked ones

We be the party people night and day

living crazy is the only way (wha?)
Get it where I got you when I'm on it
Rockin like you mother fuckers want it


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


Einstein...TECH N9NE (x5)