Bajocero (Pre-Order Track)

[Intro] Crow Phlaque Tech Mat . [Verse 1: Tech N9ne] He burns in char with that flow But I'm colder than the eastern and Arctic plateau Thinkin' I might go turn me up Think into hypothermia Fight to burn me, was returned an artist that (Blows!) like a porn bitch Took his MC stance hands out of his armpits Never to perform shit 'Cause of the gift I was born with He was wearin' the garments that form fit So it was carnage Leavin' family to mourn his death of a non-rhythm-having ass nigga I'm allergic like the homeless on the curb is To down to Himalaya breakin' purses He said from hell he bustin', ry to melt me, what? My flow on freeze stay 94 degrees cеlcius [Verse 2: Zkeircrow] Freeze Misa speed by ya, my speech higher You breathе fire and keep lighters, I need neither! These cyphers leave biters to be lifeless MCs [?Rikers?] Trying to take the ice of an Elijah Spit Siberian wind, pick the scary and sin Slick like alien skin, Scorsese pen Niggas hazy and thin, competition ain't them My position ascends, got you shivering in your Timbs Technique at peak, no leak, temperature dropping Wet feet we heap, and creep, you'll see 'em bobbing Flow so Alaska, slow-mo or faster Chokehold like asthma, dope cold, you bastards [Verse 3: Phlaque The Grimstress] No flex, I'm colder than the Boomerang Nebula Watching Chiller on the regular You irregular, perplexed, I'm forever uhh Breaking records raising temperatures Aha, Phlaque check, the type of shit you ain't had yet But I'm nice like if you purchased your wife ice baguettes The heathens are freezing while looking at my assets Salty I gave them foggy glasses, I'm glaciated That's why everybody is satiated They belated off what the ASYA created Nobody's fucking with the KC Native All the mothers up against me are crazy, dated [Outro: Tech N9ne] Thi-this is Nnutthowze This is Nnutthowze Thi-thi-this-this is Nnutthowze This Nnutthowze So cold, s-so cold, s-so so-so-so cold, s-so cold, s-so cold, s-s-so cold I'm so winter, I'm so winter, I'm so winter, I'm so-so-so-so winter You blew hot at the top, the model fellow (What?) We bajocero! You choose pop, over rock, and follow mellow (What?) We bajocero!