[Verse 1: Tech N9ne]
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If you got 20/20 vision
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You can see me now handling this music with precision
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If not, then it’s fine with me
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Just know this movement is big enough for the blind to see, Yates
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How in the hell can you miss me
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When I’m counting me mail? making history
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Trip the splits be that 50/50
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So we rip the script swiftly and zip through chips quickly
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When the trash, mail and pizza man see me
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They get a fever and cheesy when they see the man Neezy
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I’m easily beast and my hand is in my belt
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What? I’m independent and I’m feeling myself
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A flunk I won’t be
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I bumps the trunks see
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The ladies pop the monkey and drop the donkey
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They want to flaunt me
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My songs be funky
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Steady getting that cheddar forever
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But some acting like the don’t see
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[Hook: B.o.B]
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I’m top dog, something like a CEO
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I’m calling shots, call it Don Julio
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But they don’t really see me though
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But they don’t really see me though
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All night, life like a video
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Prime time, something like a Super Bowl
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But they don’t really see me though
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[Verse 2: Wiz Khalifa]
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With contact lenses say he don’t smoke
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I’m rolling up and let the contact get them
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He even choked
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My approach was to never to be broke
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Kept my real niggas close
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Now the player turned to coach
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I hear people saying why so many changes?
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Why so many watches? Why so many chains?
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I’m mixing Kush with all these different strains
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Riding in my Porsche listening to Purple Rain
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So much knowledge I came up on you as a Hollywood insider
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The inside of my crib look like a gym
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Speaking of gym, I’m in a gang, you’re just a bench rider
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You ride the bench that mean you ain’t playing
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You understand, hella fans,
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Bunching hands, hundred grands that’s the plan
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[Hook]
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[Verse 3: Tech N9ne]
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I’m truly blessed
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I do request for all of you people to listen
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I do see checks and movie sets
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And never been a stranger to vixens
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Pick up my pen and tell my…
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When I got a motive and a minute with a mission
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You know what I’mma get it when I dip into it
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I’ve been through it, I’m fighter with a vision
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You can cover your eye, brother but why?
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Cause your lady just discovered that my
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Big brother defies your lover blubber
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So you utter replies with a tougher disguise
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Cause my payday just caught the nose of your lady
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I’m at the beginning of my hay-day
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Y’all better recognize like Mayday
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I don’t know why jokers just won’t let their eyes notice
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Deep in my vocals they keep yelling that I’m doper
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And I choke ya if you lift the nines flow so
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So by jokes you know…
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Couldn’t see me with bi-focals
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See Me
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| Tech N9ne |
