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C S I And The Radio Plays

Tra frammenti di tecniche sotto prodigi incerti un affanno continuo radio accese mutazioni possibili progenitori falsi un nodo alla gola schermi accesi

and I make shit that the real can feel Now all you niggaz know, that I got hella flow And I got hella do', and where that came from I got a whole lot

C] Cool C, I'm not here to play I'm just here with somethin' to say About the crew 3-D Chuck Nice, Woody Wood and E.S.T They're down with the Hilltop band And

] [Chorus: Tech N9ne] What is an M-I-T-C-H A nigga who's a B-I-T-C-H He never wants to - congradulate, he hates Cuz he's a fucking M-I-T-C-H [Tech N

be reached I want to touch the youth, but here's the fuckin truth I've played this sport and now I carry the torch But if niggaz like darkness, then what

joy to me I'm royalty, I threw away my royalties I'm too cool like a silk through roof With no radio play I'm still full proof I live out the booth, see I

I can't wait no more 'Cause it's about a quarter-past three and shorty's eyein me I got the Bentley valeted And I'm just outside of Jersey, past the Palisades

I'll be honest, when I first saw you, I couldn't help but think about what you were like in bed. I ain't tryna sweat you, I know that I just met you,

to bear people comin' at me left and right day and night here's the thing I do turn the radio up hear the melody turn reality down there's too