[Intro]

Ayo, Pap. How many TECs you got?

[Verse 1]

I pack a TEC-9 with technique like technology

[?] my TEC-9 detect your bodily

Kept the TEC with me, technically the DA embarrassed me

Caught a case, my lawyer beat it on a technicality

More (techs | TECs) than a referee

Did a song with Hi-Tek and Talib Kweli

[?] the TEC spittin'

Fix technical difficulties, technician

Why does every word involve a "tec"?

'Cause the boy Papoose builds structure from ground up, he's a architect

Take a shower with my TEC, 'cause niggas bе doing home invasions

Paid lawyers for all my niggas with open casеs

Beat the charge like a USB

We fought in the cage way before the UFC

I gave your man a couple grams, he must think we dumb

He claim he lost work when he cooked it, what a cheap bum

Nobody else complain, he disgustin’ me, son

Once you cook the work, you ain't gettin' no fuckin' refund

He started social media thuggin', whatchu mean, son?

You can't talk subliminal when you come from where we from

I don’t throw subs, why you subbin' me, son?

Boy, the only subs I throw is a submachine gun

Divine intervention

I thrive in the trenches

Divine with a sentence

My rhyme isn't dented

The ladder to success, I climb with a vengeance

To shine's my intention

I grind independent

Have you jumpin’ over gates, climbin’ them fences

Like girls with hair weaves, my 9s got extensions

The exit wound not the same size as the entrance

Send chills up the spine of the witness

I do this for them guys in them prisons

Who died in the system

They was God Body so they wives was their wisdom

Them guys didn't listen to them lines I was givin’

My drive, it was driven by the rhymes that were written

On IG readin’ lies in my mentions

Cutting through the red tape, my knives give incisions

From their eyes it was hidden

But their minds did envision

This is the rebirth of my vibe, it is risen