EARTHQUAKE
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(Don Juan)
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You're dropped six feet under six feet
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The area where ordinary people can't sleep
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Tech N9ne, Don Juan, Midwest Siders baby
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Strange Days got the Tecca Nina goin crazy
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(Verse 1)
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Hear this(?) I'm back from Necropolis, N9ne hip-hop stylist,
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Fear this(?) distraught counterfeit rap clowns get rushed out
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Q said it's on me so the contract wouldn't con me
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Ten times harder and twenty shades darker than Jon B.
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This round I'm a killer menace, better get down with the militantest,
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Criminalest, villainest, killas feelin this guerilla venom hella realin it
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With the darkness I'ma spark this heartlessness
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With a bark of this marvelous soul consumption
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With dyslexic malfunctions like
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Eugor god rof efil aggin kcuf ruoy werc
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Yeht detautafni htiw tihs ew od
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Sesuj Tsirhc tog em nillik snomed ot eht tselluf
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I keeps my rella, killa
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*Chorus*
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All my ladies make it shake shake
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Make it hop it ain't too late to make the earth quake
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Papa work it take your relly make em pounce pounce
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All my peoples on the planet won't yall bounce bounce, bounce bounce
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Show my homies (LOVE), All the playas (WHAT)
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We just quakin if you hatin we don't give a (FUCK)
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To all the Ladies (LOVE), All my hookers (WHAT)
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We just quakin if you hatin we don't give a (FUCK, WHAT)
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(Verse 2)
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Tech N9ne got to pop it, hold the city down with the lock it,
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Either flip a flow for the fun, if you poor son, flow for the profit
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Love it when you give it to me like, shake it til you get your money right,
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Wild style with the mouth down, growl foul fifty seven bow wow
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Something that you never heard's right here, Nina hella clear, never no fear
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Love for the flow in I, am I gonna die by the polizei
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Love in your club from thugs, ladies give me hugs and after shows give me fuzz
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'Cause Tech was really buck
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Bring the house down with that thang, work a G-string til it flame
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Nina ross aim for the dame who shakes anus insane
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Sex untamed, I been pained so I gangbang, train's game, she claimed
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That I got much fame, so I strained til I came
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Better get up out of my center, if you ain't down with the inner
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You lightweight punk soprano singers better never bang with the tenor
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I'ma give it to you like a rogue dog would, Tecca nina make her feel all good
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Shake it til you break it baby, you can do it make a killa feel all wood
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*Chorus*
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All my ladies make it shake shake
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Make it hop it ain't too late to make the earth quake
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Papa work it take your relly make em pounce pounce
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All my peoples on the planet won't yall bounce bounce, bounce bounce
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Show my homies (LOVE), All the playas (WHAT)
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We just quakin if you hatin we don't give a (FUCK)
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To all the Ladies (LOVE), All my hookers (WHAT)
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We just quakin if you hatin we don't give a (FUCK, WHAT)
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(Verse 3)
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Welcome to the level of madness where anybody killers are fabulous
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People know what I'm stabbin is ravenous
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When I look around I see stallions on platforms, killers comin out of their phat farms
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'Cause it's heated on the third levels
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Angels shakin ass for the devils
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It's like gelatin, different types of melanin
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???????
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Love is irrelevant when you hittin the demon lookin hella elegant
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Hit me off in the back, I can hit you off with a stack
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You can give your boss some of that,
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And you can get me off in the back of the 'lac
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Take me away to the place where asses hop to the bass
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Victoria's lace in your face embrace any type of a race
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This ain't a place for the fake, disgrace will decide your face
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Killa Tecca Nina millimeter open up the gate (Hey, wait, wait)
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All I wanna see is everybody really lovin this hit (from the abyss)
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Get ready for the slug 'cause I bust with a full clip (never ever miss)
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Run and get your chicks, better hold on to your dicks
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I heard you were looking for darkness, well, this is it
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Earthquake
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Tech N9ne |