Tech N9ne - Bolt (feat. Taebo Tha Truth & Seuss Mace)

[Verse 1: Tech N9ne]
'98 I was giving 'em Gang Related and killing 'em, man I gave it petroleum
I'm the great, I'm the flippin' one, can't debate it, I'm realest, ?some plan to statin' their? sodium
I take off and get No See Umz, indescribable feeling when you never gonna let go
Feed 'em, lead 'em without a podium, but they call you the Holy one
Making you "Mental Giant", but the hater's shoulders' Napoleon
Running like b-o-l-t, I tried it back in the day and the people felt me
Now every time a feature come the knees to melt T
But the fees are wealthy, try'na seize the belt he-he
Standing high as Hotel Peachtree
Tecca N9na supernatural like a ti-ki
Steady waiting for another MC to teach me
Never happen when they study my kinda species
They wanna go bro handle those
Play with a goat, your antidote is land a can of broke, so Hannibal
Don't provoke no animal, you fan of foe
I'm killing you and your flow no land for botanicals
Never stammer though, cherry'd up like it's Santa clothes
If you really don't understand the flow, (Buck ya!)
I'ma give you Conico, I'ma given you Amico
If you didn't know Tecca N9na is hella flammable

[Verse 2: Taebo tha Truth]
And I finally got my shot off in the big league
Time for me to eat, I'ma turn the beat into minced meat
Nascar, I'm a fast car to your ten-speed
Launch 'em, I'ma bout to wash 'em, give 'em a rinse please
Going against me you'll need like ten teams
I'm making the rim lean, my style is ripped jeans
Listen, I'ma give 'em bars that's sweeter than 16's
The head starving, charge 'em, large as a big-screen
We going against all your dogs, ain't this breed
They mad when I hit the gas, can't pass my slipstream
In my bag and I'm on my way to grab my six rings
Ain't no lying, one of them guys that fly with no wings
I'm five below freeze, court-side, you nosebleeds
And I go high speed, the line what I lead
These rhymes are crime scenes, I find the right themes
Yeah big three in Miami, the Heat is what I bring
Breathe, nah, I ain't even catching my breath
Yeah, sidestep, hit 'em with a right then left
Ain't no biceps when I tell 'em I big flex
This is high-def but I bet they don't see me sweat
I had a 50-50 season and got a call for a Tech
"I know you ain't got no chain 'Bo, go get on they neck"
This one about respect and I ain't tend to make a mess
I said it all with my chest, now tell me who to address, cause

[Chorus: Tech N9ne]
I sling out
That's right, if not for cracked pipes
The gat to rap tight, I'm frightening [?]
That stripe you like to back bite
Don't got your facts right said my team jolts
That's hype, you might get that fight
Ignite the fast life, your nice dreams [?]
Swiping [?], I sing notes
Striking like a lightning bolt

[Verse 3: High Deafinician]
H-I-G-H, I ain't messing with you, get the hell out my face
Painting the picture, the definition is insane
Don't see it, just get the paper brother, write out my name
D-E-A-F
You can't hear me even if you wanna lean in and press-
Your being to speakers, increase the dB's the best
Fed it to me, now the big leave the quest
Inevitably see the checks and veterans see me invest (UK)
Pick 'em up and put 'em down, tunnel vision
Like a sprinter quickened up and get around duck a quitter
Gotta miss 'em, leave 'em tripping, see 'em frown
Finicky foolish fucks they never see me flounder
Hit the switches like Usain with insane strides
Twisting like an E-F-I, stay in your lane [?] underground
You play it safe, we throwing trains guys
Circle 'em, ain't nothing we say go in a straight line
So now your up in the air
The Yellow Brick Road to stroll, tough atmosphere
The lyrics be froze, we throw luck outta here
We hit 'em with bolts, the goat's scruff can appear
And if he shows he probably didn't come alone
Bet you anything Coolie is probably watching from the drone
Iso and X, we know he rapping through the phone
So before you get to clapping, we be standing on your throne (Go)

[Verse 4: Seuss Mace]
Can't nobody really gotta get an upper hand of me, I be comin' in on 'em and ?sendin' more bombin'? to rappers who focus amenity
Calamity for your collective, I'm at the defective
I'm the dopest, that ain't subjective
I'm twisted like my hater's digestive
Track wanna get on the Tech with track, track with Tech, un-
Scrunch your face, you don't gotta act that perplexed
I've been dope since that mess planet Earth got me into
Now everybody wanna get me on a song, dropping like Tenchu
Wanna get out the ghetto, I'ma still rap like rent's due
Pull strings like cellos and Geppetto might avenge you
Gotta connect the dots to fill a lock box for [?]
Cause lately the symphony of oppression fills what I jot
In the ghetto, tummy full of jello, still hungry
People disappoint you, leave you hanging like a bungee
Unsanitary circumstances, need a hazmat
Walking through my city, I been at it since a onesie
Top city, everybody wanna rock with me
Lord have mercy, all my victims are purposely
Convict 'em, how can I sleep if not, homie that's all I got
I wake up in the ghetto and get on my laptop
Give every piece of my soul, right down to the last thought
Never forgetting one scene of the battle I have fought
Blood trails follow me as I trek the blacktop
Telling the journey of the most wealthy have-nots

[Chorus: Tech N9ne]
I sling out
That's right, if not for cracked pipes
The gat to rap tight, I'm frightening [?]
That stripe you like to back bite
Don't got your facts right said my team jolts
That's hype, you might get that fight
Ignite the fast life, your nice dreams [?]
Swiping [?], I sing notes
Striking like a lightning bolt