[Intro]

My Name

Is...

T-E-C-H-S-F-I-N-E-S-S-E

I'm like a virus

That's in your system

I'm that loading bar

That'll never finish

[Hook]

I'm that loading bar

Fuck all yall niggas that's winning

I'm bout to take that shit Im shining

Im the nigga, from the true south bruh

Missississippi i put that on my back

Fuck a nigga that's tryna act

Im 5% you 1% my nigga yall ain't innocent

[Bridge]

New Flow

[Verse 1: Tech$ Finesse]

Spit like the master of death

I'm suppressed so I make you depressed

Get decked, set recs, and let checks fly by purposely

Stop jerkin me come and lurk with me

Lets go to a hood and start burnin trees to the third degree

Its fun and you'll learn from me

How to rap to quirky beats

And last past matters of fact behind germy cleats

Man eats a turkey's feet, come on show your perception

Forget hit detection it's all about reflection, who you repping?

I say no one, and that makes me passive?

You mean like damage I did massive

Classically actively burns classes in advances

Rancid plastic that's placid on the masses

Leave you wack last strapless backlash with flashes

Call me adaptive to jabs and that's not reactive?

An advantage is not a lament for damage

Ravage a savage with badges back-draft harasses on acid

Laxes and laxatives trap fish classless

Slashes madden Darren McFadden sadists with graphics

I'm a rabid asset to this backless attic when people panic

And I've had it with that elastic traffic when a law passes

A static laughed at an asthmatic captive

It bashes opponents like glasses

And has its proponents like a dash hit

Please create an instrumental for your mouth to suit

Cause it's incidental that your mouth is mouse poop

Not coincidental that your mental is house loop

An asylum for people to oust you

Come around boy and I'll joust you

When that fucking beat drop

Imma say some stupid shit

I dont give no fucks bruh

Y'all niggas deserved this

Y'all niggas bout to get this shit

Wait for that second verse

I'm bout to kill y'all niggas

Just wait on it

[Verse 2: Tech$ Finesse]

Im that nigga from the south-side

Waiting in line inside of my mind

Fucked up thoughts

Sterile messages minimized

What a waste of my time

Heart marinating in a brine

Fuck my inspiration for a rhyme

Need your consideration

Look me in the eyes

Your kind I despise tagged and categorized

Death toll on a rise

So many dead to me

Stay in my sights

Holdon' let me stop this rap tho

Cuz' Imma need to shout these niggas out real quick

Fuck a SMOOVESQUAD

Fuck a BLVCKVOODOO

Fuck A BLBVN

All yall niggas shitty

Fuck all yall niggas yall said was about that

My nigga yall thought was shining

My nigga bruh Ill take that back

Fuck all that bullshit

Tech$ Finesse is on this shit bruh

Yall niggas gon have to come at me

Cuz yall niggas ain't about that shit bruh

Some ghosts linger

Chose not to see the light

Ignored the middle finger

Trigger finger on the mixture

Reflection off a cold glass of liquor

Escape with me

Don't reminisce with me

Stand on the ocean floor with weights on my feet

Bubbles ascend with empty thoughts

Natural anesthesia secretes on these niggas

Secretes on these niggas

[Hook]

[Outro]

Fuck all that shit SMOOVESQUAD

Fuck all that shit yea

Gen$hin my nigga yall niggas ain't bout shit

Fuck a Bill Collector

I'm bout Repo fucking man

Yall niggas is shit

& I'm fucking winning (Rainman)