Casket Music Lyrics - Tech N9ne Collabos

Casket music 

Casket music 

Yeah, uhuh 

It's killer city, anyone'll run up 

You from around here, I ain't gotta tell you to duck 

With very little unity, it's really never enough 

People in the community don't band together enough 

We all aware that it sucks, the hood resembles a pigsty 

Even your baby mama tripping, kid got a twist-tie 

And look at the list why 

Niggas are not feeling me 

Tryna live free and take zero accountability (Hold on) 

Ya lie to kick it, you're probably wicked as Hillary 

And she who does not feel me is just not real to me, dick tease 

The nicest on the mic, tell the bitch please 

Would you be kind enough to shut the fuck up and twist trees? 

I'm on a high, I might be flyer than Chris Breez' 

And I would never try to strike a chick with my fist, geez 

I'm wise enough to know to just let a chick leave 

And use the time to find and grind the methods to getting cheese 

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I got a couple buddies that'll cross on ya border 

And turn you into slaves for the new world order 

Snake and bat's flying up inside close quarters 

You can't keep it clean and dig the muddy waters 

So step back youngin, this is grown folk talking 

This isn't for the radio, this single won't be popping 

This is true grit, it's lived for you to bash to it 

Killer MC shit bitch, casket music 

U-B-I, bitch 

Yo, I crush a rhyme and when busting my flow is customised 

They plagiarise when I'm writing it, so it's justified 

And say goodnight if I ever switch into double time 

They're sleepy, dusting their eyes, they listen to lullabies 

Rubbing their eye while I'm running, wish I could shut an eye 

So don't sit back and unwind, this isn't the summer time 

It's duck and cover, if ever I pull your number time 

It's sit for dinner and serve a sucker for supper time 

My state of mind is transcending the space and time 

You played a side so I am taking your place in line 

Day in the life of the long winded, I stay alive 

Only the strong survive in this game, I made it my 

Bitch when I'm winning they're bitter, really what matters most 

I learned the twist of these catacombs while I sat alone 

My DNA incompatible with an average Joe 

I catapult and I'm flying into the battle zone 

Rep for the roster, partner pushing for proper pay 

Chakras align while I'm oscillating like Doctor Strange 

They cock and aim, lose nerve, but never drop a name 

We are not the same, same difference is how we operate (Yeah) 

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I got a couple buddies that'll cross on ya border 

And turn you into slaves for the new world order 

Snake and bat's flying up inside close quarters 

You can't keep it clean and dig the muddy waters 

So step back youngin, this is grown folk talking 

This isn't for the radio, this single won't be popping 

This is true grit, it's lived for you to bash to it 

Killer MC shit bitch, casket music 

Astonishing, I can still hear my mama sing, upon a dream 

Then Obama brings some no no things from the drama king 

I want a fling but with mama singing its wronger thing 

So I'ma keep fondling this honor queen from the conjuring 

Dude's crazy, he's who's baby 

Maude Sue lady through Hades fools made me lose faith 

We bruise fugazis 

Who played me like ukulele, too shady, who's roots gravy 

Out your noodle, you pussy punk, you's a poodle 

I push your peanut to Pluto, and then pack your parents in a Peugeot 

Better yet in a Yugo, yes y'all a eulogy shoe know 

After killing like Cujo 

I'm catching a wave nouveau 

Eh-Eh 

To the rancid area this belong to 

Eh-Eh 

Drink away my pain and then piss it on you 

Give the song new meaning, eat it up, beat it up 

If it's wrong you bringing, fuck you! 

Here's new N9na to rock to 

I got a couple buddies that'll cross on ya border 

And turn you into slaves for the new world order 

Snake and bat's flying up inside close quarters 

You can't keep it clean and dig the muddy waters 

So step back youngin, this is grown folk talking 

This isn't for the radio, this single won't be popping 

This is true grit, it's lived for you to bash to it 

Killer MC shit bitch, casket music