Intro: In a world of missori where in this three planets collide, Brotha Lynch, Dilame, Tech bring you along for the ride...
Lynch] Wait a minute I'm the Westcoast Conference Like Kobe or Worthy. You just call me the king of the valley All I is a game jersey. Nigga nuts and guts get up when I get it all up, aim sturdy. Cut it up, gut it up cold cuts with nut heated up, came dirty. I'll be off in kryptonite turned him into ice, stained his jersey. Leave him in the back of the like Helpter Skelp stick it to him velcro. Nigga I'm a killa. I'm a nigga ditch, to rip ya. Paint a picture witcha. I'm a nice, strip ya dat night. ya legs open and dick ya. But then ima be quick to ya guts, eat your meat, demeat cha, depleat ya with the clever. Did not see ya eat the quarter, recieve a order, delete cha. Tech a me. I'm the seasoning and a suicide note. Do or die is in the backseat cuttin necks. I'm bout' to get nabbed Brotha Lynch I'm neckless. Express this sexist.
Welcome to my (The heart's have and bars have opened, potions me closer) to my world (Dark's my ocean, my arc is but i'm like I'm supposed to)(2x)
to my world
(Lyrical messiah...)
Cause I be with motherfuckas hatin me for the longest. Could be critical cause I'm lyrically flawless. And if i'm I could not be mentally cautious. I get deep and puke the flame Only one can be held for making the change to whatever I'd rather be (insane) In the of the stage bustin like a 12 gauge. You could never relate to a that hang you up, slip a mickies just to drank for ya. Homicidal with a fully rifle undecided on whether or not i could cut up brians and guts. (I get out sometimes) And it's i'm a heathen or not you believe it everytime I rap a stop breathin. Hell done been for a reason. Well let me introduce you to the upliftin future. you and seduce you to the butal grouper. Nigga get ready cause we done put together the fettiest flame. Energetic well into your brain. Tech N9ne, Dalima, Lynch life.
Welcome to my (The have broken and bars have opened, pullin me closer) Welcome to my (Dark's my ocean, my arc is but i'm livin I'm supposed to)(2x)
Welcome to my
[Tech Fight this phantom you family will fall flat, bunk biancas beat em and blue wit a baseball bat. I be a small cat, but I use discretion. Hit em wit a weapon if ya wit a mall rat minus eleven I'll make em all scat. Not now. Tech's not this crowd. lost in his clouds. Rather be off'ed then, wit his style. I got hopes that my might get better, but been broke so I might swipe ya chedda. You get ready to give me I got a vendetta. to get it whether weed or money whateva. Nobody said it was be easy. People me and leave me in the dark and up in acropolis. One day your see me on t.v. You believe. We takin this, never the opposite. Re write my life give me in a fight for what's right ala liberate, quidado. One fifty one rum is how we run sin son, comes diablo. I need a cause I murder energetic, in the cerabellum. tell'em i got, one of the problems in the medula oblongatta. Ya oughta goin one of a shot, no drakness. How did I this? I'm bizzare shit, like kickin your carcess. I am the ruler in my kingdom and my dark hot, step my world and your heartbeat stops!
to my world (The heart's broken and bars have opened, potions me closer) Welcome to my (Dark's my ocean, my arc is but i'm livin like I'm to)(2x) Welcome to my