[Intro]

Tech, yeah!

Just make sure that anybody who's anybody gets on the guest list, okay?

Come on, man, what's all that for?

I saw the way you was looking at that skeezer

Come on now, nigga, I was only being polite

Yeah, well look, don't try to play me, having a girlfriend is becoming a burden

I'm sorry for what happened to your son, aight? But don't make me your scapegoat 'cause you failed as a father

[Verse 1]

Well it's the 1-2 checka

Take it back to the max, you got no choice but to respect the better

Beta hater then off with his head with this rhyme flow

Fake emcees couldn't grow with no Monsanto

Good God, he got the wickedness swiftness

They bust shots when I rock, forget ballistics

My chicks is raunchy, we don't rock Givenchy

Armani, they take too much of our money

His dough ain't intact

But the style be Resputia and Precious, mad fat

I keep it mad black everywhere

Never coonin' but you got a Hollywood star in Congo Square

I mastered this, kicking every lyric with a different rhythm

Young and Black and trying to see the system, that's astigmatism

I drop the science, I'm implyin'

I be Frankensteinin' tracks for racks and racks

So loot gimme that, I don't need no cosigns

To hold mines with them rubber bands like them other men

It's the origin and that funky stuff

Open and closin' and kickin' in doors with these rusty chucks

They smell me, do's what we gots to do

When we got the jazz like the scent of early prostitutes

So please, I'm too G, drop a king to his knees

Pause

[Interlude]

DJ Tech, on the one's and two's

[Verse 2]

Hey you, what's that sound?

Everybody look, what's goin' down?

They better run and tell the owners I'm at the door

He wild with Jersey Shore with flows galore

Ain't down with the radio no more, oh no

The hardest thing bumpin' be the acne promos

Got underground tapes by the boatload

You get papa, your boy gotta boycott ya

Keep a couple rugged lyrics just to get on their nerves

Paralyze paragraphs with these powerful words

Para-paresis, my joints is hip, you below that

He snap on beats like Kodak and you know that

With no words I master sound like Bozak

But I could tell you that these rappers is ass-stro back

You want more rhymes? Show me dollar signs

Word

[Outro]

Deadbeats and Lazy Lyrics, sucka