Tech N9ne — Bass

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Went from that beat-up Honda civic to a tour bus
Whole squad in it, it could only hold four of us
I’ve been countin’ hundies in my undies, I need more bucks
Hotel room full of smoke, keep the door shut (Woh)
Please do not get me confused, millions and millions of views (Yeah, yeah)
Just got a crib with a pool but I still live in the booth (Yeah, yeah)
Gotta backpack full of ammo (Wooh)
Hoodie matte black and my pants all camo’ (Wooh)
I just took a shot of Jack Daniels, doing more numbers than the neighborhood
trap phone (Wooh)
Y’all could keep talking anonymous, honestly I can see y’all want no part of
this (No)
Doggie I put my whole heart in this
Said he want smoke ’til I’m roaming like Spartacus
Oh I’m feeling like a million in cash, I’ma spend it right now and I’ll still
get it back (Ayy)
I just went and got a new whip
That I’ll probably never drive, just to fill my garage
Cold steel with the bars, I can feel that they soft, come and deal with the
boss (Damn)

You think you hot but you not
‘Cause you shits all ass like Nicki Minaj (Ouch!)
I don’t mean to flex right now
But I know I’m at my all time best right now (That’s right)
Pumping on my chest right now
When your war get close, you the next one down
Let’s go
They throwing dirt at my name
I might just burst into flames (Burst into flames)
They tryna surf on my wave
I ain’t gon’ turn down the bass (Turn down the bass)
They throwing dirt at my name
I might just burst into flames (Burst into flames)
They tryna surf on my wave
I ain’t gon’ turn down the bass (Turn down the bass)
How can a hater say I’m irrelevant
Speakin’ before you check it out is never intelligent
Like I’m dead and to Hell I went
But I’m flying over you like a Pelican
Flies never get the swatting from elephants
Eloquent, that’s why there’s big amount of malice bin

But they’re jealous and all kinda embellishment
Trapped in elegance, meaning your fellas mints
Now you’re shallots and not even an element
Tech in the mean zone, your team gone
Run away from a killer to somebody to lean on
I get the green holmes, they wanna ring chrome
Every one will bite the dust (Queen song)
Fuckin’ Ding Dong, you a Hostess
I’m the owner that gonna just bring on dope shit
That make ’em cling on like a co’ bitch
Fiend zone the locust streamed on
N9na he never go lightly got the shotta for true (Yeah, yeah)
She know my cheddar throw hyphy lots ciabatta to spew (Yeah, yeah)
King of the letters bro I be hot, your squad is the loo (Yeah, yeah)
Niggas forever no like me, atsa matta for you (*gunshot, gunshot*)
Want it then you gotta be competitive
Don’t be coming like you on a sedative
Give the people some better shit

Have some motherfuckin’ rapper etiquette
If you goin’ you go like you never did, be on top and ahead of it
After I leave, yes I’m back on the road to stack up my G’s
Tech and Merkules the rappers ya need
To super charge you with no batteraziz
Bitch, what?
They throwing dirt at my name
I might just burst into flames (Burst into flames)
They tryna surf on my wave
I ain’t gon’ turn down the bass (Turn down the bass)
They throwing dirt at my name
I might just burst into flames (Burst into flames)
They tryna surf on my wave
I ain’t gon’ turn down the bass (Turn down the bass)
I been lowkey for a minute I think it’s time I come out the bat cave
This ain’t the time for you to man up and act brave
I’m outta my mind, but it’s sustainable rap craze
I’m on the grind, you know the flow is divine that’s why I been on the rise
like a volcano when ash sprays

These are your last days, I’m ripping your limbs like crab legs
They shouldn’t have let me play in this rap race, I’m back mane
Who said I’m fallin’ off?
In my celly, you gon’ see a lot of broads
And you know that the pussy is fire
That’s why they throw it at me like a Molotov (Woah)
Muhfuckas finna get punished
You gon’ see the whole damn rap game plummet (Yeah yeah)
Yeah, this nigga Hop done done it
You ain’t even see my little black ass coming (No!)
Guys hold up, ’cause I am so nuts when I roll up, you might wanna keep the door
locked
A high roller, I rhyme vulgar, ’cause I’m sorta a bi-polar beast that you’re
not (Yikes!)
Niggas see the things I do they be like «Hop I wanna be like you» (Like you)
She said: «Yeah I got a man but for the ‘Ill Mind’ I would leave my boo»
You poor bastards bow down to your master, you’re last to finish the race
Of course that’s the only outcome it could’ve been
‘Cause I bust like a torn magnum

See I summons the mic like it was Thor’s hammer
Body slammin’ these beats ’til the floor shatters
And I keep rappers as a reward, they corpses are stiff on the floor
The sword jammed in
Let’s go
They throwing dirt at my name
I might just burst into flames (Burst into flames)
They tryna surf on my wave
I ain’t gon’ turn down the bass (Turn down the bass)
They throwing dirt at my name
I might just burst into flames (Burst into flames)
They tryna surf on my wave
I ain’t gon’ turn down the bass (Turn down the bass)