Einstein Lyrics - Anghellic Reparation - Tech N9ne

Einstein... TECH N9NE 

Einstein... TECH N9NE 

What, 2-thou style 

Midwest Side 

TECH N9NE, the anthem nigga 

Like this, what 

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 a 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 ones for the psychos 

Gang bangers and sluts 

Bumbs holding the pipe 

Those college graduate fucks 

I feel for no foes 

I kill till I close my trap 

I'm ill when I flow 

And you never doze when I rap 

TECH TECH 

Gimme women and much alcohol 

And 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 

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Who got this mutha fuckin 

House on lock (Who) 

Einstein (Huh what) 

TECH N9NE 

Dwamn 

Who keeps it sizzling 

Who keeps it hot (Who) 

Einstein (Huh what) 

TECH N9NE 

Dwamn 

Kc MO Roll 

Kc MO Roll 

Photos 

Everybody witness 

My soul 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 

But now who I do biz with 

Ain't none of yo 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 mutha fucka 

Broke as a joke 

Don't hire me 

But you arrest me 

When I'm selling my dope 

So who's the Einstein 

In N9NE N9NE 

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 

We be the party people night and day 

living crazy is the only way (wha?) 

Einstein 

Get it where I got you when I'm on it 

Einstein 

Rockin like you mother fuckers want it 

Hook 

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 

Generation X 

Gon party till the death 

Anybody tripping 

Gettin greeted with a stretch 

Taking everything 

And we're leaving nothing left 

Demons gotta die 

Have 'em breathing last breaths 

I feel that 

I got will 

And I'm gon bill 

Till I'm killed 

Bell till I bail 

If I fail 

Then I'm gon steal 

What I will 

TECH is a realist 

Running with killas 

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 ya'll I'm cold 

Dog I flows 

All heat 

I'm representing 

Rogue Dog 

Rogue Dog 

Fifty-seventh street 

What 

Who got this mutha fuckin 

House on lock (Who) 

Einstein (Huh what) 

TECH N9NE 

Dwamn 

Who keeps it sizzling 

Who keeps it hot (Who) 

Einstein (Huh what) 

TECH N9NE 

Dwamn 

Kc MO Roll 

Kc MO Roll 

Einstein... TECH N9NE 

Einstein... TECH N9NE 

Einstein... TECH N9NE 

Einstein... TECH N9NE 

Einstein... TECH N9NE