Give It All (ft. Audio Push)

I wanna give, give it all

I said, I said, I said, I said

I wanna try to kill everything in my way

Everybody say, hey, ey, ey, ey, ey!

Yep, I'm the one ya heard

Reppin rojo on Jimmy Kimmel had some disturbed

But niggas know that we ruff and rugged so mums the word

Tech N9na face painted look like he come ta purge!

Real scorpio, shoot this thing like a Torpedo

Rock the rip, no remorse we go

Dummy like Mork from Ork, we know

And I say that with the utmost respect

I bust low to death, I must bode the check

It's never enough, no for Tech

So I get sick with it, I make a bitch dig it

Even when I wanna speed it up and I quick-spit it

I get a bit wicked up in a battle

Tryin to bite a buck, I blabber in his fitted

Killin' music get me spiff sitted, I can't piss when it become hard

So I need a chick to hit it when I kick a lyric

And I'm a murder 'til I'm on the yard (Murder)

My verbs are like birds that jerk up and merk the weak twerps

You can't hurt the durka

First to, insert the work inside of the earth

I disperse the curse to reverse ya to the worst of ya venomous

Squirt ya mercer (Ugh)

Trip not, you see I got the advantage in hip hop

Cause rappers sound identical so when N9na's shit drop

I do numbers, I'm the pinnacle so never will it stop

Y'all can't beat me doin' nothing, except for

Stalkin' these thoughts I spew and suckin'

We run this independent game, it ain't no screwin' us

When we runnin' everything except our mouth while they blue and sufferin'

This on the Bible, I kill any life with a script from this rhyme

Music's done divine, this is my rifle

There aren't any like it cause this one is N9ne, is a gift from his mind

Yo, I Got the call from Tech N9ne

He needed assistance from the group with the best rhymes

That spit the heat up off of yo ass and grind

Fuck all of them flex rhymes

I get love in every city I sack in cause I rep mine

Around the world, the girls give me head on tour cause I headline

I gotta get fed, I'm fed up, my homies is doin' fair time

I look at that clock and all I see is "Go get that bread" time

Lost too many soldiers so tears, I gotta shed mine

Turn on the radio, hear yo shit, and oh, it's bedtime

I fall asleep, it all is weak, most y'all shouldn't be called MCs

Bro, ya discography, you ain't sale cause all of ya talk is cheap

Smoke up all the tree, my whip look like it got a fog machine

My crib look like a pharmacy, that's prolly why you wanna haul my team

Livin' facetious, what the hell, why the weed lit

I make change where I see fit

I don't play like I don't see shit

Yeah, one hunnit, one hunnit, keep it that way and it's a poem

And stay away from the hate and keep all yo plays right in motion

Bust it, I'm down after the sun and up before it, better know it

MVP, most valuable poet, been the coldest, kept it focused

Cause you miss every goal you don't shoot for

And every time you cut a corner, you make two more

The rich is in my life, so I don't have to have the things

And listen for the whispers so I don't have to hear the screams

And I go hard for what I want, so it's just colors when I dream

And then you realize, it's not as scary as it seems

Molly's for pussies

Ain't nobody handle me, heated like a candle be

Kissin' dirt, ya man'll be for tryin' to dismantle me

Music is my weapon, true, loud enough to deafen you

Never trip with Tech and crew, be careful who you steppin' to

I remember when I was young and I got scars through

Right in back of the paddy-wagons and cop cars too

Now that I'm flyin' high from a rockstar view

Security level let Allahu Akbar through