The Virus

By Tech N9ne

Released on 2000

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[Verse 1]

Hits ya harder than Thorazine

Shock with a bit of that knockin' [?] Caca bean

Tech gonna eat you minions with some motherfucking fava beans

Running them away like Tyrus

Straight gang nigga like Cyrus

No shiners in my iris

Got me a generation hemmed up with the virus

Infectious while even rolling in your Lexus

G, clear the hexes

Creeps me from here to Texas

Let's get deep

Into the pavement, I be the topic

Ultra-microscopic infected agent

No vaccination, Rapidol

Make that information attachable

Leaving spreading throughout the nation's capitol

Ya spouse may house gate, style they, an about-face

Can't save you from this motherfucking outbreak, the virus

Infects K-I-Ds, rounds twos and threes

All the way up to OG's with Alzheimer disease

See Dolores tried immigation

But we don’t need no medication for the sensation

Just the marijuana lacin'

Let the music take your mind, press rewind

The venom is in 'em that Tecca N9ne combined

Let my virus up in you, I love fiends

So open up your pores for daddy

And let me swim through your blood stream


[Chorus]

We don’t need no medication

You can buy this virus, come and try this

Killa style y'all, hits ya like some motherfucking Haldol

We don’t need your drugs at all

Send it to you-ous, stronger than boo-oos

Pick and choo-oose, whatever mo-oves you

Junkie ew ew, what ya gonna do-o-o?


[Verse 2]

Nigga you puffin' marijuana, me puffin' marijuana

I'm peeping the futuristic ballistic brain bumma

Hella contagious, you've been fair warned

I got a gang of radio stations making me airborne

No bulimia, leukemia nor sickle-cell anemia

My virus may cause encephalitis

But it may cause panties scream-ia

Make 'em wanna give up the vagin-ia

Tecca Nin-ia plus ya blood stream-ia equals no to me

Needy greedy, but a large amount of you are legimia

I'm spreading shit that'll get you exile

Protect our styles up in the Generation X Files, let's prowl

Through hoes drawers, I told y'all

I'm making rouge dogs, sha-boo-ya-sha-boo-ya

Roll call, bizarre flows, B-R-Os bar codes

Sick individuals that God see and Lord knows

They stay by me 'cause my virus ain't a fake I.D

Snake I be with venom ain't no curing like HIV


[Chorus]

We don’t need no medication

You can buy this virus, come and try this

Killa style y'all, hits ya like some motherfucking Haldol

We don’t need your drugs at all

Send it to you-ous, stronger than boo-oos

Pick and choo-oose, whatever mo-oves you

Junkie ew ew, what ya gonna do-o-o?


[Verse 3]

Futuristic Battlestar Galactica, rummage in this

Suffer Lucifer for the busters who fucking with this

Who said I'll awaken the dead

Told me that I would spread like a plague

Arm Leg Leg Arm Head

Infecting you in 2K

The year God conquered the virus but to they

Injected fuck up in ya no matter what who say

Spreading hella fast kickin' ass like juve

Let's party nigga

Ladies lift your dress

This new world rapper got you flashin'

Showin' my bar code on your breast

Science'll keep it going when I'm gone

Cheap in '97 but in '90 Nina Tecca N9ne clones

Hopefully Obi-Wan Kenobi will help me spread it

Out your sockets into your fiber optics

Mr president look around

I got a sea of anarchists to shut this motherfucker down

The virus


[Chorus]

We don’t need no medication

You can buy this virus, come and try this

Killa style y'all, hits ya like some motherfucking Haldol

We don’t need your drugs at all

Send it to you-ous, stronger than boo-oos

Pick and choo-oose, whatever mo-oves you

Junkie ew ew, what ya gonna do-o-o?


[Outro]

So what's it gonna be?

So what's it gonna be nigga?

So what's it gonna be?

You gonna take the sixty six, triple eight, ninety nine, three

Tell me what's it gonna be?

So what's it gonna be?

You gonna come with me

And take the sixty six, triple eight, ninety nine, three