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[Intro:]Is 'tis 1985, |
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In KC on a bus ride, |
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From the 56th side, |
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Not too many knew that it was alive, |
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But they spread it so now they tied to |
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Technicians worldwide.[Verse 1:] |
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Listen!Trying to recruit is the mission, |
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We offer you a position, |
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Where Tech will rule and condition your brain. |
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To know actin' a fool is the vision, |
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Caribou Lou is tradition, |
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And the way to be true to your living is strange. |
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We come in peace, |
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But if you wanna be dumb and beef, |
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A gun is somethin' he wanna be young and speak, |
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Imma numb his beak. |
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He's a woman, he the one and brung in meat for the cunning beast. |
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Hit a lung and, seep dung, and sleep long in deep tongue, full of gum and teeth. |
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It's when a |
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Technician do the sets who diss the crew, |
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The best thing for you to do, |
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Is to let the clique see who the vet is, and miss the new seekers, |
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Wonder who the **** is coming through these speakers. |
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Never forget it the medic for you tweakers, |
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Ahead of the medicine developed to soothe creatures, |
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You're pathetic if you're no believer,'cause we all are energetic and eager. |
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Come alive when you walking side by side with me. |
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Fly the skies and get high with me. |
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On this ride you won't collide, |
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Just confide in me, |
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Try denying me, |
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Ye dying violently. |
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That's the way, |
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You fakers got to pay, |
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My people quick to spray, |
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And buck a demon till they lay, |
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But if he breathing it musta been an angel by his side like |
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Sunday,Never would be the case 'cause my clique ready to ride when |
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I say:[Chorus:] |
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Technicians! |
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Owoh! Owoh! |
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Owoh!Others ain't got a clue, |
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They comin' through, |
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Suspicion. |
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We do,The |
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Shit,We do,' |
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Cause if you not with the crew, |
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Converting you is our mission. |
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If you're a born |
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Technician, |
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Put your ammunition, |
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And your hands up in the sky. |
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This is a strong addiction, |
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Live to this if ya a |
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Technician till ya die.[Verse 2:] |
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My people all know what a |
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Bianca is, |
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Most of 'em want to diss, |
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Don't come unless you want the biz. |
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It ain't nothin' but real women in my circle, not them phony chicks, |
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That don't know what |
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I mean when |
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I say elbow macaroni bitch. |
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They know what |
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I'm drinking, |
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The ladies looking right, |
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They know what |
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I'm thinking, |
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The babies even hype, |
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The oldies be geekin', |
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The red, the black, and white, |
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The soldiers beef seekin'. |
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All of my people's here, |
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Tech and the bullies(?), |
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Are gonna equal fear. |
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Cuz I'm 'bout to (?), |
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And get the evil peers, |
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Out of my life |
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I never wanna see you, |
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YEAH!Bitch. |
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You ain't a |
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Technician, |
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You don't know the pledge, |
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But you said that you listen, |
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Guess you misunderstood the |
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Shit huh?Disrespect that |
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Tech trick get done. |
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The moral of the story is we warriors, |
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Notorious for the hordes of core, |
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Ready to roar he is glorious. |
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Technician number 1, |
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The Mission leave em sprung, |
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With a (???), |
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And if you listen it's a gun.[Chorus:] |
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Technicians! |
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Owoh! Owoh! |
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Owoh!Others ain't got a clue, |
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They comin' through, |
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Suspicion. |
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We do,The |
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Shit,We do,' |
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Cause if you not with the crew, |
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Converting you is our mission. |
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If you're a born |
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Technician, |
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Put your ammunition, |
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And your hands up in the sky. |
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This is a strong addiction, |
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Live to this if ya a |
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Technician till ya die.[Verse 3:] |
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We are family, |
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That Tech shit we on it. |
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We could be damaging. |
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To all you punks that want it. |
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We bring calamity, |
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That snake and bat we flaunt it. |
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Unforgettable, |
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Tech's formidable, |
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Reppin' the mid, the |
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MO,Bitch we run it. |
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You don't gotta know that |
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I really meant it when |
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I said that |
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I was gonna make the mainstream go me. |
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Still rappin' like |
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I'm poppin' a pillow, |
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Off of the killer, |
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More like |
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I was taking molly in '03. |
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We can take anybody we so deep. |
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I bet that you got us on yo' street. |
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I'm tryna find a spot that's big enough, |
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So that all of my people can meet![Chorus:] |
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Technicians! |
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Owoh! Owoh! |
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Owoh!Others ain't got a clue, |
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They comin' through, |
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Suspicion. |
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We do,The |
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Shit,We do,' |
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Cause if you not with the crew, |
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Converting you is our mission. |
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If you're a born |
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Technician, |
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Put your ammunition, |
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And your hands up in the sky. |
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This is a strong addiction, |
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Live to this if ya a |
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Technician till ya die. |
