Idynamite (feat. Apashe) - Tha Trickaz

Hahahahahahahaha Tech N9ne Strange Music 2020 Once I had to lose all abuse I use Lower, then lower, then what do you know Then my sane hit sick, who knew I've been thinkin' 'bout a lot of pain Back when I was little when they always hit the game Nobody came for me when I was in the lane Of going insane, but that was a part of the game What it would take up in the brain, I was headed for change I became the name, bang, with a claim When I was never gonna be the one in the flame But I gotta remain, full of heart, a part of a gang Make 'em reduce it Our independent slammer and forever reclusive The evil, it's all in me, I can never refuse it Never knew there was a way for me to sever abuses The devil is stalling, love level is falling Pedal never stalling, heavy metal, was all Of a brawl, I had the gall to wanna stop it all But saw ballin', drawl when Rhythm I give 'em to bring y'all and Lyrically take you through hell Heaven the six at the seven you smell All in my tails, they told me I was to fail But I'm one of the legends who sell I took my anguish and put it to language I spit it up and hang with those equally dangerous I threw a Strange fit Tech Nina came with Some deep insane shit My CD, it's sick, I came with hits A lot of pain, di'n't quit, the famous shit Got me a strange business, my name switched quick They got the game twisted if your lane dismiss All I do is thinkin' on the pain that sits Then I put it to the paper, never tame, it's lit When I hop off the top now My sane hits sick, then I flame this bitch We don't play no games, we bust shots And all you who defame we trust not Once I had to lose all abuse I use Lower, then lower, then what do you know Then my sane hit sick, who knew Then my sane hit sick, who knew

Fuck boy: I didn't know you were crazy To the boarder come chase me I'm gonna break free Oh take off that disguise Show me somethin' real When I look into your eyes Fuck boy Fuck boy: I didn't know you were crazy To the boarder come chase me I'm gonna break free Oh take off that disguise Show me somethin' real When I look into your eyes Fuck boy

Have you ever been Have you ever been Have you ever been Have you ever been so high Have you ever been so high Have you ever been so high Have you ever been so high Have you ever been so high Have you ever been so high Have you ever been so high Have you ever been so high Have you ever been so high Have you ever been so high That you can't look at yourself straight? Have you ever been Have you ever been so high That you can't look at yourself straight? In the eyes, I done Cried about this shit Died up for this shit Got out for a lick Now we in this bitch Water whip a brick Have you ever been Have you ever been so high Have you ever been so high Have you ever been so high Have you ever been so high Hey, uh, yeah But where's the object? I need to stop cuz, I'm too astonished Okay I'm smoking green crack Inside of the wood is blanca Told Lil Woadie breath back The choppa hit like E. Honda And I'm just high on drugs Never needed love I just press my feelings and press my guns Okay, like Risk yo' neck, I give you none Okay, like The due is part, but I ain't gone Okay, like Give you my soul, this shit is tough Until then And I'm just smoking green crack

Hear the sound of the bells when the law gone And the boys will leash hell when the wars on Blood thirsty when the dogs put the gloves You gone go tell the medic "put a little bit of gause on" Put 'em on the battlefield where they click And ignorant niggas are trynna miss what i say uh Your man's a bitch you put a purse on him, get the wild niggas throwin red deaths on him Im the general, i can be worth something My soldieres is ready to put a black hurse on 'em Bring 'em to the wake, wreck 'em. and a requiem, and throw 'em in the pit and throw a little bit of dirt on 'em Dirt on 'em, throw a little dirt one 'em Trigger fingers in the air I put a little work on 'em. Work on 'em put a little work on 'em Trigger finger in the air I put a little dirt on 'em Put a little dirt on 'em Work on 'em put a little work on 'em Trigger finger in the air I put a little dirt on 'em Hear the sound of the bells when the law gone And the boys will leash hell when the wars on Blood thirsty when the dogs put the gloves You gone go tell the medic "put a little bit of gause on" Put 'em on the battlefield where they click And ignorant niggas are trynna miss what i say uh Your man's a bitch you put a purse on him, get the wild niggas throwin red deaths on him Im the general, i can be worth something My soldieres is ready to put a black hurse on 'em Bring 'em to the wake, wreck 'em. and a requiem, and throw 'em in the pit and throw a little bit of dirt on 'em Put a little dirt on 'em Work on 'em put a little work on 'em Trigger finger in the air I put a little dirt on 'em