Yates - Tech N9ne, Marcus Yates

Ever since my cradle date, or my prenatal state

I was blessed with the gift to disable hate

With fatal takes on the mic is makin' my halo break

And smash every lady workin' at Strange, call them my label-mates

I throw the squad up, them I’mma pour ya broad up

Genitals, so plentiful, ya chemical’s low but shot up

Wishin' they’d slow the god up

But I ain’t trippin' when I rip I’m twitchin'

They think that I be sniffing on Snow Tha Product

Bitch I might be, this a nice key, to get ya hyphy

Dick ya wifey, this for Ike

Slice of sin or source if ya see somethin' slither slightly

Step inside the surface of Strange, or simply sight-see

Spit the flow, get the dough, then I hit the ho

Mister irresistible twisted is this kiss the toes

I’ma kick ya nose if one of ya pricks oppose

I’m all he hates, 'cause I became a landmark like Ollie Gates

Maudie’s great, tall estate, y’all debate, nigga, call me Yates

It’s no challenge, it’s no challenge at all

When you up the bar, it gets below average

Below average, killin' 'em, toetag 'em

I’ma let you be great though (x3)

But it ain’t no stoppin' a Yates

Lately I’ve been like fuck rap

What?

Did he say «fuck rap»?

Oh no no, I’mma write in bold and plus caps

FUCK RAP

Cause all these tough cats really don’t have no nutsacks

Trust that 'nuff scratch does back much wackness

Flush that shit

Down with the gowns with the sounds for the clowns

And not in a good way

You can drown underground with the pounds

When they gust that shit

Oh so, low we stojo, hoes and dough negro we flow though

Let the soul glo, mojo, nigga

Pillowcase, over the head of the industry

Illustrate, with my mouth and murders my ministry

Seal the fate of my enemy, feel the weight of my energy

I heal the hate.

Facilitate.

Disc jockey’s with scrilla make

Them play your records until you break

Radio ain’t nothing but real estate

It’s still a fake deal of mates who ain’t real awake

But the mill is great, ain’t no iller ape that can kill a Yates

It’s no challenge, it’s no challenge at all

When you up the bar, it gets below average

Below average, killin' 'em, toetag 'em

I’ma let you be great though (x3)

But it ain’t no stoppin' a Yates

I can keep my head, while everybody losin' theirs

No Marcus, I told you, don’t start this debate

I’m all arsenal friend, we the median like, you feedin' me in

Tired of bein' with the intermediate

Faded on bullshit, control the whole medium

I done ran inside my meniscus

I done out-rapped everybody Christmas

So why in the hell would I fail?

If I do, I’m just being Ezale

Front line level, untamed, unchained

After all this shit, I remain on lane, loser

And that’s what yo ass get for hittin' that snoozer

My brain is worth a few trillions, I don’t get worked

So my verses hurts when they send me to kill 'em

I’m like Biblin' niggas, keepin' it blacker than Power Rangers

But why the name Zachary?

No leashes, I’m free sucker

No reachin' no knee deep into mine

Like a comprehension of lines

Revisit them when you wanna hear that real wizard dim

Young and timeless, elite science, prominent and flyin'

And beat them beats to meet and greet but I conscience