[Intro: Tech And the gets, harder with flow spits Cause we represent that Kansas City Mo Double Doses, Tech But ran into a duo ferocious Some of the best two, you no rescue They say that you gotta spit hot 16's you step through And they say everybody, nigga even do Now we explain our journey to the Ces Cru One: Tech N9ne] I'm on a pilgrimage to the Mecca, because I'm Tecca And this mind left ya, at the bottom because N9ne's betta And if ever find the quest to try and test the Cleverness they in a mess bind and yes I sever decay em and pressure spit it for Big and not a critic whore Hit I got core *In this war your not a winner Wanna every da-ay Sta-ay for the way I spra-ay You gotta pa-ay that's ya-ay and tuna, GRR Dont be smelling like it if under me rumors Will begin about you from hungry Hoping wising prayin when your gonna be When I'm dead 'em I get up in the head of the that said it I'm pickin the up then I wet em look like a predator, I'mma get em n let em pass Skip the it ain't no humble we luna Moon stricken, rednecks sayin who them coones em up Take em off to my land in my van a room Get in and in When I catch my flow tryin ta wake up style But you up like, uh oh I'mma up for it now It's to be such a motherfucking rarity that we tear many squares if he dares to be a parody Of this clarity we bare that we swear we need therapy Prepare to see nare any spared beverly there it's unfair [Verse 2 Krizz Who are these dudes we never let any of these cheat on the rules egotistical narcistic whicha If they say no then we tellem to get up n move we some rules I heard of these guys, when it comes to scripture Ubiquitous, and Godemis, they to us We Gods to them, so we right in the middle Too fat to fry it up and When its unfair, we got hands in the air And you can't even get a No one cares that your freestyle so But no body could know But it's easy for them physical Why yall spend all your paper Breezes bend over the Tattoos my label n traffic n rhymes them choppers Africanized We Look whats happenen to your your at 9 to 5's You as well stop rappin Cuz its not happenen if I laughin Cuz its to hurt to just play and disregard The four horsemen of course with force to the Your talkin taller when gettin the short end x2] [Verse 3 (Ces Cru)] It's to me Nothing is what it to be off anything and everything Comin to enter somethin that's to me If you the fear then flee Fi fo fee fo where the go I'm retarded with a I guess you can call it dumb When I'm Out of habit im adament gettin But I would Hit a madam with a Magnum and her atoms Tryna fathom the that will deminish the anger Got a place it at the table, we eatin with strangers Carabou lou Spillin the sickest shit by tellm bout who the lou I'm one of two in the crew, with knife in my pocket an one in my Surrounded by so what am I do Thinkin I gotta devise a Get a ticket to with krizz n nina So I guess I'm to STRANGELAND! And my main man, woulda me to merkem the sin indeed I'mma catch a couple more, then I'm a human centipede "Pause" I'm aware to vacate it, it they god at this Who the fuck is with Tech, Kali, x2] [Verse 4 (Ces Cru)] It's unfair to be, mother fuckin charity You can pay a fair for me You really there? Ain't nothin for me Move I swear to be, as a parakeet as a cherokee In my I spoke like jeremy my fire, my smoke, my kerosene We we want no drama We we don't want no We we can it peacefull If yall yall can keep it I, I really don't what he come fo But his is the same as a gun yo is a place that I seen in a dream Since I was around in my undbro And you heard it direct my mouth piece Tech me out, and found me Turn out we the strangers Lary appleton and [?] I was out When techs came in , when sayin what is about to be Before you fuck me, on the go kno that everyone lookin out fo me Now we got that in the air I can feel the change in the A crew been livin in Apprently all this has trapped us here And after years hearin we lost inside the dream Not I won't let rap thing bury me let these bat wings carry me