Yeah No! Songtext
von Tech N9ne
Yeah No! Songtext
Yeah! No!
This God energy, gotta be great!
(Yeah! No!)
′Cause I ain't hanging out, nigga I′m reclusive now, what!
The gun drops in a one
If you bums cross then you done
Don't get red rum caught in your lungs
It's electric when the Tech is finna get plum lost in the drum
Let′s go!
We gotcha, he want it wit′ we 'cause we don′t see nada
Gotta be solitary or prolly wit' me partnas in a B chakra
Flea′s off ya gotta bleed Mothra, please Papa
I'ma need vodka wit the weed to stop ta lay D, Gaga
Ball pit, slit, bitch, split slide, you can dip wit′ them guys
That wanna hit the spliff from inside my fuckin' circle
I don't wanna hurt you, the N9na′s a virtue
We gotta take care of him
And if you think you′re gonna harass him
You cannot reach me and all of my seraphim
Ninefold, so nigga I been chose, I get in souls
Make 'em implode wit′ a beat like I'm on and my grim flows
When I′m done, say goodbye to the gun, everyone I gotta go
You wanna hang out wit Doc Strange after my show?
Yeah, no!
Yeah! No!
Yeah! No!
Yeah we good, it's just time to be still for real
I am not y′alls enemies, I'm trying to preserve my chakras nigga
Nine times greater than rhyme I'm beta
With the slime crowd, it behind
I made it with divine shine haters
When I line mine
But I′m the highest angel in white
Try to find my angle and came, I′m exalted
Nigga lost his but the boss is entangled in bank
Might feel inferior to this hierarchy
But you gonna hear su-superior, you try'na tire mark me
Tech′ll never bring the gore to Maudie
The family cannot afford the body
Of the blessed kid to be tested
You gonna catch shit like a porta potty
Shieza, why ya try the fire? Bye bruh
Never am I pleading my case
Got an angel 90 feet in my face
On a cloud nine
'Bout time to get out rhymes with devout lines
About mine and see shout signs ′cause I outshined all the clout kind
I'ma stay lifted and gifted, I see that you Round Up
That′s 'cause you wicked and vicious, you'll be in the ground bruh
If you family you already know I′m gon′ show
But if a nigga wanna get with me on back and forth flow
Yeah, no
Yeah! No!
Party time's over after shows, nigga
Hang out
I don′t know who the hell shooting at you motherfuckers
Leave it
Nigga, just leave it
Our connection is no more needed
'Cause my mere mortal mind has been deleted
Now my seraph in your time is now depleted I conceded
Motherfucker leave it
Nigga just leave it
Our connection is no more needed
′Cause my mere mortal mind has been deleted
Now my seraph in your time is now depleted I conceded
Motherfucker leave it
Yeah! No!
Yeah! No!
Strive to be the highest of men
God is not in the sky it's within
This God energy, gotta be great!
(Yeah! No!)
′Cause I ain't hanging out, nigga I′m reclusive now, what!
The gun drops in a one
If you bums cross then you done
Don't get red rum caught in your lungs
It's electric when the Tech is finna get plum lost in the drum
Let′s go!
We gotcha, he want it wit′ we 'cause we don′t see nada
Gotta be solitary or prolly wit' me partnas in a B chakra
Flea′s off ya gotta bleed Mothra, please Papa
I'ma need vodka wit the weed to stop ta lay D, Gaga
Ball pit, slit, bitch, split slide, you can dip wit′ them guys
That wanna hit the spliff from inside my fuckin' circle
I don't wanna hurt you, the N9na′s a virtue
We gotta take care of him
And if you think you′re gonna harass him
You cannot reach me and all of my seraphim
Ninefold, so nigga I been chose, I get in souls
Make 'em implode wit′ a beat like I'm on and my grim flows
When I′m done, say goodbye to the gun, everyone I gotta go
You wanna hang out wit Doc Strange after my show?
Yeah, no!
Yeah! No!
Yeah! No!
Yeah we good, it's just time to be still for real
I am not y′alls enemies, I'm trying to preserve my chakras nigga
Nine times greater than rhyme I'm beta
With the slime crowd, it behind
I made it with divine shine haters
When I line mine
But I′m the highest angel in white
Try to find my angle and came, I′m exalted
Nigga lost his but the boss is entangled in bank
Might feel inferior to this hierarchy
But you gonna hear su-superior, you try'na tire mark me
Tech′ll never bring the gore to Maudie
The family cannot afford the body
Of the blessed kid to be tested
You gonna catch shit like a porta potty
Shieza, why ya try the fire? Bye bruh
Never am I pleading my case
Got an angel 90 feet in my face
On a cloud nine
'Bout time to get out rhymes with devout lines
About mine and see shout signs ′cause I outshined all the clout kind
I'ma stay lifted and gifted, I see that you Round Up
That′s 'cause you wicked and vicious, you'll be in the ground bruh
If you family you already know I′m gon′ show
But if a nigga wanna get with me on back and forth flow
Yeah, no
Yeah! No!
Party time's over after shows, nigga
Hang out
I don′t know who the hell shooting at you motherfuckers
Leave it
Nigga, just leave it
Our connection is no more needed
'Cause my mere mortal mind has been deleted
Now my seraph in your time is now depleted I conceded
Motherfucker leave it
Nigga just leave it
Our connection is no more needed
′Cause my mere mortal mind has been deleted
Now my seraph in your time is now depleted I conceded
Motherfucker leave it
Yeah! No!
Yeah! No!
Strive to be the highest of men
God is not in the sky it's within
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