Released on November 9, 1999

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[Intro]

Don't hate us

'Cause our flows makes us mo' paper


[Chorus: Tech N9ne]

Unrealistic, your bitch sickness gets dismissed

With the quickness this nipsit get the lipstick, kiss this dick

Unrealistic, your bitch sickness gets dismissed

With the quickness this nipsit get the lipstick, kiss this dick


[Verse 1: Rame Royal]

Since the beginning, I only been in it for winning

Through every inning 'til the ending, chase Gs, these pretty women

Are just here to make my ride a full course with all the trimmings

Swimmin' in my water tank and drinkin' Henn' and lemon

It's realistic, you got shit twisted, don't get lifted off the feet

I keep 6 clips with my heat like I'm enlisted

Nigga this is far from the Army, Navy or Marines

We forming the gravy, new lyrical criminal team

To make the green, fuck you fakers, my eyes dreamy

For that 2000 Benz with doors like Lamborghini's

Or Carrera Porsche, still enforce ones with flavor

Bitch save the royal, players don't hate an innovator


[Verse 2: Tech N9ne]

You got a disease, nigga, so please ease away from me's, nigga

My feas ease Bs about that cheese, nigga

Your Ph balanced for a man, but made for the woman

Let's understand this, niggas backwards "tihs kcuf!"

When do the shit stop? Nigga, like Alanis we live and learn

'Bout to playa hate when a nigga get his Gs, flippin' hella keys

Fuckin' bitches, money got the riches

When the other Mitches work at Mickey D's

I done seen, niggas straight hate me, mean mug me, wanna slug me (What?)

Currency thickness due to the bitch sickness

This Tecca Nina, niggas hate me thinkin' that they grass is greena

They the tortoise and I'm the kcufin' hyena, never dealin' with a bitch

Nigga, this one goes to the bitch one's hoes

This one flows like a quick gun blows when the bitch shit unfolds

Watch him


[Chorus: Tech N9ne]

Unrealistic, your bitch sickness gets dismissed

(Don't hate us)

With the quickness this nipsit get the lipstick, kiss this dick

('Cause our flows makes us mo' paper)

Unrealistic, your bitch sickness gets dismissed

(Don't hate us)

With the quickness this nipsit get the lipstick, kiss this dick

('Cause our flows makes us mo' paper)


[Verse 3: Rame Royal]

When the bullets fly squat knee high like Magnum P.I

Lace my chucks up, vest up, this life is messed up

They the fake, known to playa hate, low like snake

Beat a snitch to beat the cakes and straight laugh at your wake

You outta shape since '88, you've been losin' the race

Couldn't keep the place, but the hate's just sealin' your fate

Talkin' what you at, what you gon' do, like you the man

Bumpin' two bazooka tools in a dented Trans Am

You livin' dreams, like a crack fiend who say he clean

When we ridin' beams you steam, we drunk off ream

Life for riches, gold diggas havin' finesse

Put a slug to your chest with they bitch sickness, what?


[Verse 4: Phats Bossi]

I hit they high I got it, so come get this with the quickness

I'm antibiotics for that bitch sickness

A few plotted, I spotted 'em, scoped 'em, made them open

They mouth to see if my Glock and dick fit bitch

Nip this shit in the butt, split a spliff, twist a bud

Flick the bic, light the bud, let my lips hit the butt

Ain't no tryin' just smokin' Oakland city thug

Leave your head fryin' like your brains on drugs

Investigator on a respirator, rain unplugged

Since I'm ballin' rhyme they all in mine, but it's one love

You ain't knowin', this R&G prodigy is buildin', flowin'

Dope selling to the paper touch the ceilin'

Uh


[Chorus: Tech N9ne]

Unrealistic, your bitch sickness gets dismissed

(Don't hate us)

With the quickness this nipsit get the lipstick, kiss this dick

('Cause our flows makes us mo' paper)

Unrealistic, your bitch sickness gets dismissed

(Don't hate us)

With the quickness this nipsit get the lipstick, kiss this dick

('Cause our flows makes us mo' paper)


[Verse 5: Tech N9ne]

A menace in this business for this vintage stack of papers

Ghetto chemist get us biggest spitters for this pack of haters

We roll with fat teenay pom, for those who hate we stay bomb

We come back poppin' like bigwom fayzon, player hate on

This Midwest side nigga, we Rogue Dogs on the ride, killer

With the Nnutthowze so ain't no need for us to hide scrilla

This nine milla wrecks like the princess, leavin' hater rappers defenseless

Like Forrest they keep running, Tech N9ne: gunning

Watch your back for the bitches with the sickness, come and get this

Pistol grip pump, hit a nigga with the milli gets

On the level of a nigga with the silliest mind state

Unrealistic, your bitch sickness gets dismissed

With the quickness this nipsit get the lipstick, kiss this dick


[Verse 6: Rame Royal]

Uh

These niggas copy cat practicin', yo shit is has been

You get choked, blade horse roped, open your throat

With a razor blade, no prints, die slow shit

Chance of livin' lookin' hopeless, you turn to codice

Just 'cause I got the nuts to roll natural you wanna be phat

Where the boss at? My Gucci linkin' learn to floss that

It's best that you get your own dude and wear your own shoe

Do what the boss do, I catch you, it's gonna cost you

This small world, get your own shit, I'm tryin' to fit

Rame and Tech N9ne spit for money grip, we makin' hits

Trip this: I'm from the city where guns ain't shit

Hundreds, think back, you hated fast, but now I've done it, done it


[Chorus: Tech N9ne]

Unrealistic, your bitch sickness gets dismissed

(Don't hate us)

With the quickness this nipsit get the lipstick, kiss this dick

('Cause our flows makes us mo' paper)

Unrealistic, your bitch sickness gets dismissed

(Don't hate us)

With the quickness this nipsit get the lipstick, kiss this dick

('Cause our flows makes us mo' paper)

Don't hate us

'Cause our flows makes us mo' paper

Don't hate us

'Cause our flows makes us mo' paper

Unrealistic, your bitch sickness gets dismissed

With the quickness this nipsit get the lipstick, kiss this dick

Unrealistic, your bitch sickness gets dismissed

With the quickness this nipsit get the lipstick, kiss this dick