[Intro: Tech N9ne]

Freedom of speech, yes

But if you don't need stress, please, do not speak death

You will not be blessed, too late to reset

Should've been speechless

Pray God follows, Allah follows

Saves all who talk

Karma, hold sorrow

[Verse 1: Tech N9ne]

Whatever I put in the uni

I try to make it bright and not send the gloomy

I'm blocking the looney that's cockin' a tooly

For the talk a lot's a opp that's often with Tumi

Luggage

All around with him, he drug it and tug it

Negatively, then signal the thuggish, rubbish

Keep tryin' to front with the rugged

Gonna make your spirit fade to the back like a mullet (Cha)

I studied the law of attraction

And every action got a rеaction

Makin' waves if you that one, you'll be floatin' without your gеar from PacSun

Always yellin' with the passion, flash 'cause you mad and you laugh none

Talkin' trash, here the trash come, ready to blast one with they dad's gun

What you say can really give you a cut toupee, you get up to grey

You can make a tough dude day, make 'em gush your gut, touché

If a ninja scroll and the shit is what he love to spray

Hope he watched him enough Jubei 'cause a rough crew may

Put you in the dust to lay, huff and puff, it's a must you pay

Seniors doin' junior things

When you act wrong, they come mask on like the rumor gang

When you're callin' to, you're gonna be way worse than a tumorous pain

When the lunar came, they consume your name

Blow you out your bloomers, man

They gonna make that boomer ring

[Chorus: Stevie Stone]

Who to blame? If I pop off, it ain't for no reason

Big step, chin check, 'tis the season

Everything you say comes back 'round

It's bang, bang, bang, boomerang

[Bridge: K.A.A.N.]

Watch what you say? That shit might get back to you like a boomerang

No, we don't play, that shit might get back to you like a boomerang

Watch what you say? That shit might get back to you like a boomerang

No, we don't play, that shit might get back to you like a boomerang

[Verse 2: K.A.A.N.]

Do you ever get tired of the shit? (Tired of the shit)

Overwhelmed and it makes you sick (Makes you sick)

Everybody judging, everybody criticize the moves that you make, hoping that you'd trip (That you'd trip)

Some of them want to divvy your chip, but the tip of your dick sitting on the rim of their lips

So sick of this shit, tell me how you remedy this

You never had what it took to be top of the list, what did I miss?

Who rose up out the abyss (The abyss)

Swingin' back every time that they hit (Time that they hit)

They want you six feet deep down in the ground, not responding like digging a ditch (A ditch)

But you'll never get rewards without risks

I'm standing my ground, it's like I'm throwing a pitch

So for forever we at war with the negativity, all of the fake shit does not exist (Bitch)

They be down with the rah-rah, all of your raps like blah-blah

Can't take you serious, you like a Joker once you got us laughing like ha-ha

'Cause you would never bang for the gang, you'll swing like a lame

Try to keep up with the slang, it's the reign to the same when the fat lady sings

And it all comes right back around like a boomerang

[Chorus: Stevie Stone]

Who to blame? If I pop off, it ain't for no reason

Big step, chin check, 'tis the season

Everything you say comes back 'round

It's bang, bang, bang, boomerang

[Bridge: Tech N9ne]

Pray God follows, Allah follows

Saves all who talk

Karma, hold sorrow

[Trumpet Solo]

[Verse 3: Ubi]

Now the onus is on us

I feel the weight of the moment upon us

Show me an honest man, I've been looking for truth and I lost it scrolling the comments

Feelin' like something broke in the promised land, dude, now we don't even want it

How can we hope for the soul to be saved when they told us to pray to a golden Adonis?

Look, I've been in the lab, pourin' potions, forward motion is the key to my vision

Lockpicking, get the doors open, I earned rank any seat that I sit in

You can see by that speed of my business

Manifest it, I believe it, I live it

For a reason, I'ma leave when I'm finished

And when I do it, I'll receive what I'm given

Karma chameleon, Boomer rang true

By the way, that my slaying move

Had to keep a legitimate image up

Be considerate of many angles

And the light of my aura incinerated

Any heartfelt or hatin' eliminated

Every mark that I faced in a hurry, bruh

It's probably why I ain't never worried

Here in Missouri, the people conceal and carry

You don't gotta be part of the military

And the average citizen'll pack rounds, no background or preliminary

No psych eval' necessary, no period for you to wait

Now the body count get serious, pray that my theory may illuminate

Boomerang, bang

[Chorus: Stevie Stone]

Who to blame? If I pop off, it ain't for no reason

Big step, chin check, 'tis the season

Everything you say comes back 'round

It's bang, bang, bang, boomerang

[Outro: Stevie Stone]

Oh, oh, oh-oh

Oh, oh