Death Tries Like An F5

[Intro: Tech N9ne & Jenny (Kid)]

Jenny, Jenny get up! Get up Jenny, get up!

What is it? Get up, get up, Jenny, get up, get up!

What is it? Yeah go with your sister, go with your sister!

Come on, come on, yeah, let's go! Dad, what's going on?

Come on, come on! Dad? Dad, what you're doing?

Come on, come on, follow me, follow me. Dad? What's going on?

Upstairs, shhh, go ahead, yes, turn around

[Verse 1: Tech N9ne]

You can die for wearin' a bandana

The color can summon a damn hammer

Understand blammers, really can land ya

In the dirt, the purple, Mister Sandman ya

The bangin' affiliates aimin' the pillie with no rеmorse and doing evil deeds

Obtainin' a million blame whеn the really sick go retort but shooting people, bleed

Died just because of skin color

Why do you think they got it in for ya, African brother?

Why do we gotta be living together with sin lovers?

Never to been a ra- racism, hate with 'em

Singing to either death or state prison

Let the gates hit them

Look at the penalty level that they give 'em, now we're way victim

Look at the madness in Tech's eyes

Can I give 'em Columbian neckties, if they disrespect my

Family members, let's try - ready, set, die!

We so quick to let our vets fly

One in Cali and the one in Bed–Stuy

So many killin' 'em on the Midwest Side

Death tries like an F5

[Verse 2: Phlaque, The Grimstress]

You's causin' all the separation

Misleading the congregation

Come into a place of worship only to find killing was the occupation

Mass killings, suicides, mental state gotta be do or die

Evil suit and ties, coming and shoot the price

You comply, gonna wanna be euthanized

I spoke the truth and expose lies

My rap is dirty like I'm Blowfly

But I'm so tied to the Mo fire

Still death is gon' for show trial

To get me for my role is hella fine

I slap one when they try to yell a lie

I'm bringin' death is what I tell the guy

Revolution for me will be televised!

Really there's no alignment

The devil and angels got assignments, send the tyrants

Blowing up the mall, people fall, that's what you're reminded

Running for holy water, find the holy martyr

Leave you hangin' like your ex-wives

'Cause you lackin' on your sex drive

Death tries like an F5

[Verse 3: Zkeircrow & Tech N9ne]

Hurry, hurry, come and get the virus!

Ain't no need to worry, you're surviving

Let it penetrate and incubate in me

Your body, the American super silence

CBD got me violent

THC, POV, climbin'

What's the deal?

Get me plenty pills 'cause I'm in my fields, many niggas dyin'

Take a sip of alcohol, 151 stash call

Kidney lookin' like it's gonna hit the ball

Grim Reaper comin' like Jake from State Farm

In the winter, summer, fall

Bodies droppin', get a coffin for your coughin', man

Is there an end to build it all?

Worldwide ID and a manipulation with vaccine

There's no doctors save you to save us

Pharmaceuticals are made to contain us and keep us contagious

I'll slide in Vegas, the plague shape-shift in various stages

And burn all your savings

Missin' left eye

What's the final destination? Next try!

What they gonna call me 'cause I'm Tech's guy, nigga?

Death tries like an F5