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"Einstein Tech N9ne" is a track by Tech N9ne, from the album Anghellic, released 28th August 2001. Full lyrics are available below.
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[Intro] What Yeah, yeah What Two thou style Midwest side Tech N9ne The anthem, nigga Like this, watch [Verse 1] 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 his 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 one's for the psychos, gang bangers and sluts Bums holding the pipe, those college graduate fucks I feel for no foes, I kill 'til I close my trap I'm ill when I flows and you never doze when I rap (What?) Tech Tech, give me women and much alcohol then 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? [Chorus] Who got this motherfucking house on lock? (Who?) Einstein (Huh? What?), Tech N9ne, dwamn! Who keep it sizzling? Who keep it hot? (Who?) Einstein (Huh? What?), Tech N9ne, dwamn! KC, MO, roll KC, MO, roll [Verse 2] Yo, everybody witness my soul's sickness If you dig Tech when he's twisted, then go get this Bringing the house down when I rip shit like 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 When who I do biz with, ain't none of your business Blood thirst in the church, now the Earth's the worst Clutch your purse when we lurk, 'cause we cursed from work Trying to party like a motherfucker, broke as a joke Don't hire me but you arrest me when I'm selling my dope So who's the Einstein in '99? Tech N9ne, I'm crime mind in my prime rhyme time I'm mixing one fifty-one with Malibu rum And pineapple juice among all my angels and wicked ones, uh [Bridge] We be the party people night and day (Yeah) Living crazy is the only way (What) Einstein, get it where I got you when I'm on it (Uh) Einstein, rock it like you motherfuckers want it! [Chorus] Who got this motherfucking house on lock? (Who?) Einstein (Huh? What?), Tech N9ne, dwamn! Who keep it sizzling? Who keep it hot? (Who?) Einstein (Huh? What?), Tech N9ne, dwamn! KC, MO, roll KC, MO, roll [Bridge 2] (This how we do it, like this) 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 [Verse 3] Generation X gon' party 'til the death Anybody tripping getting greeted with a stretch Taking everything and we're leaving nothing left Demons gotta die, have 'em breathe their last breath I feel that I got will and I'ma bill 'til I'm killed Bell 'til I bail, if I fail then I'ma steal what I will Tech is a realist Running with killers, 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 y'all I'm cold dawg, my flow's all heat I'm representing Rogue Dog, Rogue Dog, 57th street! What!? [Chorus] Who got this motherfucking house on lock? (Who?) Einstein (Huh? What?), Tech N9ne, dwamn! Who keep it sizzling? Who keep it hot? (Who?) Einstein (Huh? What?), Tech N9ne, dwamn! KC, MO, roll KC, MO, roll
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