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Tech N9ne

Genres: Hip-Hop

See Me Lyrics - Tech N9ne

This, this, this, this one of them ones 

Yeah, Tech N9ne! 

Turn me up a little bit more, Ben, so I can rock this the right way, brother 

If you got 20/20 vision 

You can see me now handling this music with precision 

If not, then it's fine with me 

Just know this movement is vivid enough for the blind to see, Yates 

 

How in the hell can you miss me 

When I'm counting my mil' making hist'ry 

Trip the splits be that 50/50 

So we rip the script swiftly and zip through chips quickly 

When the trash, mail and pizza man see me 

They get a fever and cheesy when they see the man Neezy 

I'm easily beast and my hand is in my belt 

What? I'm independent and I'm feeling myself 

A flunk I won't be 

I bumps the trunks see 

The ladies pop the monkey and drop the donkey 

They want to flaunt me 

My songs be funky 

Steady getting that cheddar forever 

But some people acting like they don't see 

 

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I'm top dog, something like a CEO 

I'm calling shots, call it Don Julio 

But they don't really see me though 

But they don't really see me though 

All night, life like a video 

Prime time, something like a Super Bowl 

But they don't really see me though 

 

With contact lenses say he don't smoke 

I'm rolling up and let the contact get him 

He even choked 

My approach was to never to be broke 

Kept my real niggas close 

Now the player turned to coach 

I hear people saying why so many changes? 

Why so many watches? Why so many chains? 

I'm mixing Kush with all these different strains 

Riding in my Porsche listening to Purple Rain 

So much knowledge I came up on you as a Hollywood insider 

The inside of my crib look like a gym 

Speaking of gym, I'm in the game, you're just a bench rider 

You ride the bench that mean you ain't playing 

You understand, hella fans, 

Bunching hands, hundred grands that's the plan 

Wizzle Man! 

 

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I'm top dog, something like a CEO 

I'm calling shots, call it Don Julio 

But they don't really see me though 

But they don't really see me though 

All night, life like a video 

Prime time, something like a Super Bowl 

But they don't really see me though 

 

I'm truly blessed 

I do request for all of you people to listen 

I do see checks and movie sets 

And never been a stranger to vixens 

Pick up the pen, its in my gut to win 

I got a motive and I'm in it with a mission 

You know what I'mma get it when I dip into it 

I've been through it, I've been a fighter with a vision 

You can cover your eye, brother but why? 

Cause your lady just discovered that my 

Big rubber defies your lover blubber 

So you utter replies with a tougher disguise 

Cause my payday just caught the nose of your lady 

I'm at the beginning of my hay-day 

Y'all better recognize like ¡Mayday! 

I don't know why jokers just won't let their eyes notice 

Deep in my vocals they keep yelling that I'm doper 

And I choke ya if you lift the Nine's flow so 

So by jokes you know? 

Couldn't see me with bi-focals 

 

Earth! 

Priest... monsignor... hop... archhop... cardinal... pope. 

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