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Tech N9ne – Brand New Hunnids (feat. Jl, Rittz & Frizz) (Uncensored)

[Hook: Frizz]
Ay, ay
I’ma keep it real like a brand new hunnid
Ay
‘Bout that life, I ain’t ever ran from it
Ay
Everywhere I go I try to get to the money
Ay
Everywhere I go I try to get to the money

[Verse 1: Rittz]
I’ve been feeling like Pablo in the Wells Fargo
I ain’t here to talk about a car loan
Pockets on my cargo shorts full of money
And a duffel bag stuffed full, hard to keep the zipper on the top closed
You can barely pay a car note
Why you mad at me because your credit score low
I done gone broke but I bounced back
Leaning on the counter while she look at my account
Can I have a lollipop though
Runnin’ game flirtin’ with the bank teller
I can tell she thinking I’m a cocaine dealer
I got cash ’cause I rap, I don’t trap
I was hurting when I didn’t have money, now the paper like a painkiller
The internet say I’m worth four mil
It used to be a way worse ordeal
No more dollar menu orders, eating four course meals
Thought I was a winner look at what the scoreboard said
Forrest Gump with the ends on the cat running
On the way to make a milli you can bet on me
You sitting still like a crash test dummy
Like you got a check coming
Tryna flash, you ain’t got Tech money
You ain’t ever live lavish, tryna be Travis
You ain’t ever built like that
You been living in a fantasy knowing that you can’t achieve
I’ma tell you real life fast
Keep it real like that
Yeah

[Hook: Frizz]
I’ma keep it real like a brand new hunnid
Ay
‘Bout that life, I ain’t never ran from it
Ay
Everywhere I go I try to get to the money
Ay, ay
Everywhere I go I try to get to the money
Ay
I’ma keep it real like a brand new hunnid
Ay
‘Bout that life, I ain’t never ran from it
Ay
Everywhere I go I try to get to the money
Ay
Everywhere I go I try to get to the money

[Verse 2: Tech N9ne]
Get some big ones, shit comes, quick son ditch ’em
‘Cause they gonna get to begging from the rich one
For the money for tummy, booty, and they tits done
Cross yo neck with a razor
For the fetty when they see you livin’ major
How they comin’ for money ya job paid ya
When not even one of them did a little bit of labor
With them brand new hunnids
Damn you done it
Not a way somebody can ever ban you from it
How can you stomach
The poverty I hit the lottery
So when you go in the pile can you plummet
Damn you stuntin’
On the land when you expand the grands
They gonna stand who run it and the jam you brung it
Comin’ from all the fans the Kansas City man do gun it
Take all the paper don’t let the paper take ya
Big money maker you’re gonna wait to vapor
From all the haters they wanna waste ya
Like a trip when they hit a gallon of Jäger
Off with the money is why they shoot ya
‘Cause they jealous they makin’ the shotty juice ya
I ain’t slippin’ or givin’ nobody boosters
I keep the brim a hunnid ’cause Tech is a crowded poosta
Nigga, ay

[Hook: Frizz]
I’ma keep it real like a brand new hunnid
Ay
‘Bout that life, I ain’t never ran from it
Ay
Everywhere I go I try to get to the money
Ay, ay
Everywhere I go I try to get to the money
Ay
I’ma keep it real like a brand new hunnid
Ay
‘Bout that life, I ain’t never ran from it
Ay
Everywhere I go I try to get to the money
Ay
Everywhere I go I try to get to the money

[Verse 3: JL]
Like a brand new hunnid dollar bill
When they put the light to me they will know that I’m real
I’ma get to the money
But I give ’em what they can build in it
Rock at the rigorous on the go without a chill
We two up, it’s too much money to be made
Too much money for me to ever be a slave
Too much money for me to not wanna get out of the bed and go get it
Somebody already gettin’ paid
It don’t matter if you rappin’ or thuggin’, be stackin’ or pluggin’
It’s either you are slackin’ or pumpin’, how bad do you want it?
Look even if you hover at the oven and you wrapping a couple of ’em
Moving two by fours like Jim Duggan, you buggin’
If you don’t got the lucrative hustle
Looking for loot producing part of productive ’cause you
Gotta be tough and plus you gotta do what you must do
Throw it when you win, they will son the rustle
I see hawks when I see these thots, and I read thoughts
Let them wonder ‘bout the bread
He financially flaunts cause he know what she wants
Let alone fucks I give ’em the photo cred
Even though I do collect the dough, I haven’t changed yet
Never quit, never sit waiting for a paycheck
To the paid jet, then get lifted like a weight set
With a loud pack, hit a chronic like a Dre set
Jay high that’s a safe bet

[Hook: Frizz]
I’ma keep it real like a brand new hunnid
Ay
‘Bout that life, I ain’t never ran from it
Ay
Everywhere I go I try to get to the money
Ay, ay
Everywhere I go I try to get to the money
Ay
I’ma keep it real like a brand new hunnid
Ay
‘Bout that life, I ain’t never ran from it
Ay
Everywhere I go I try to get to the money
Ay
Everywhere I go I try to get to the money

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Wrekonize – Clones

[Verse 1]
When the lights go dim
Everything around us begins
All the people run to get a piece of the sin
Everybody wanna be the star of the spin
And the city’s full of folks that are in it just to win
Bones break fast on the chain, let em know
In deep thoughts, not today, let it go
Little boy blue, where the hell is your dough?
Look at everybody else in the same choke-hold
This is space age
One night in the face paint
Why would anybody wanna leave they home?
Anybody in their right mind ’bout to see the fine line
I don’t really think that they should, bro
This world here, is encased in gold
All of us are chasin’ it slow
It’s been years in the fears of the people in this place
I’ve been keeping all of them in control

[Prehook]
(They been on the run)
Button’s getting pushed for fun, you don’t need air in your lungs
(Take a little rum)
Bet it feels nice and numb livin’ underneath my thumb
(Get it in, get it done)
They been in the minds of the young to make it feel like you ain’t sprung
(Hand over the guns)
It’s the new world, my son, where everybody is like one
Here they come

[Hook]
All around me
I feel like I’ve been surrounded by, cornered by, infected by
Taken over by the clones, clones, clones
In a world full of clones, clones, clones
Nobody is safe from the clones, clones, clones
You better run from the clones, clones, clones

[Verse 2]
When in Rome, you should probably just do it as the Romans did
Slaughtering the heathens on stage
Sneaking death into the city on some Trojan shit
Now who wanna get murdered today?
Got an ax pack for the fuck of it, swinging Jim Duggan shit
Cutting through the people that ain’t fittin’ for the mothership
Hundred million sheeple in the same damn covenant
Facebook live the event, and now you doublin’
All across the globe we can feel this now
Everybody’s thinkin’ the same
If you feel any different would you please sit down
This thing here ain’t a game
If they wanna come in and control the crowd
I know what they chancin’ to say
Everybody listen to this here loud
This is your chance for the fame

[Prehook]
(They been on the run)
Button’s getting pushed for fun, you don’t need air in your lungs
(Take a little rum)
Bet it feels nice and numb livin’ underneath my thumb
(Get it in, get it done)
They been in the minds of the young to make it feel like you ain’t sprung
(Hand over the guns)
It’s the new world, my son, where everybody is like one
Here they come

[Hook]
All around me
I feel like I’ve been surrounded by, cornered by, infected by
Taken over by the clones, clones, clones
In a world full of clones, clones, clones
Nobody is safe from the clones, clones, clones
You better run from the clones, clones, clones

[Outro]
When you least expect them
They’re there, everywhere

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Twisted Insane – The Return (Shoot For The Face 2 Album)

[Intro: Twisted Insane]
Round Seven…

[Verse 1: Twisted Insane]
It’s the return
Tell me when the fuck is everybody finna learn
Ain’t nobody on my level he could be the devil i don’t gas shit to give them burn
Ain’t nobody wanna murder with the venom I’ll V-S a nigga, really want his turn
Send him on a mission nigga better listen if a nigga don’t then put him in an urn
I’m Godzilla
Adios a nigga mamacita when the fuck I tell em pull up on me get em in there with a 9 and then we met up at the rear roofing
Tried to hit the elevator comin’ to my floor got a couple rolled when I’m bout to blow
Hit the hallway then turn right, it’s no 210

[Bridge: Sarg Barz Reaction Video]
Whoohohoho!
That shit, WHAT!
This motherfucker is the truth bro’!
I can’t even like what..
I can’t fathom how fucking amazing this guy is bro’!
Why does he?.. he doesn’t get as much attention as other rappers…

[Verse 2]
It’s the return of the demon from the underground ain’t nobody higher
Get the sherm and I’m about to shit on niggas everybody steppin’ in the fire
I’m the top and I never drop might as well just go ahead and call me (sire?)
I’m the King Kong you the ping pong i am mordor (for the wire?)
Admire
Brainsick with the takeover holla redruM
Everybody wanna go again and get (?)
They ain’t ready you can tell it runnin’ from the fade and shootin’ for the face i got em tryna hit the gate and murder was the case and when you went to (run em?) another demented
Good riddance
Chop a nigga like i’m Jim Duggan with the hacksaw
Better back off fore’ i hack off nigga’s (?) like a rag doll