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