Tech N9ne Earregular Lyrics

E.B.A.H. Track Listing
CD 1
  • 1 E.B.A.H. Landing (skit)
  • 2 E.B.A.H.
  • 3 Earregular
  • 4 Don't Tweet This
  • 5 Rock Yo Head
  • 6 Next Message (skit)
  • 7 Boy Toy
  • 8 KJOMD
  • 9 A Real 1
  • 10 Shut the Fuck Up (skit)
  • [Intro: Tech N9ne]
    The Great Omnipotent Doc Strange is my name!
    Six-six-triple-eight-four-six-nine-nine-three
    Never don't try find me
    Why? Why? Cause I'm lost in the clouds
    N9ne? Earregular boss in the house

    [Verse 1: Tech N9ne]
    I don't hear what you hear, nigga
    Because I hear different you label me a wierd nigga
    I like that, and I like mixing dark and some clear liquor
    For the night cap, although we ain't the same I cheers with ya
    Then I'm right back, listning to Doors records
    While I get groupie whores naked
    If it's a blood and gore message, in a movie I'll sure catch it
    My brain's a vorplex it, got many levels, your message
    Make a nigga want to ignore that shit, y'all pissy poor, that's it
    Intricate bred I'm a bit, pompous, if I want it, that I'mma get
    While you're mad at your bitch
    Cause you know she at the back of the bus kissing the tat on my dick
    You gotta be sick, then I had her, thick anatomy, hit with the flattery tricks
    Stagger these raggety battery pricks
    Snake and bat ain't average, that'll be quits
    On one, two, three, my nigga!
    Doing four much with five, I be, my nigga!
    Six thousand and seven hundred degrees, my river!
    Ate a earregular mind state, but it fried N9ne's liver, huh?!

    [Hook: Tech N9ne] (x2)
    Earregular, we're nebula
    Dear secular listeners, we're here next to ya
    Giving you fear messed with original weird stress for ya
    Peer pressure, the ignorant near deaf niggas!

    [Verse 2: Tech N9ne]
    I know that my style is diff'rent!
    Meanwhile I get frowns and lips bent
    He better know, we let it go, flee, never throw, glee at a ho, see that a pro
    Will make the sounds breaking down the distance
    I get my psyche blown, when I sit and write these songs
    Then I fuck with my Nikes on: "Plop, plop, plop, plop!"
    To the women it might be wrong, cause in the middle of the night he gone
    And the wife of the night she's home: "Stop, stop, stop, stop!"
    So many sicknesses that I get medicine, I get it up off a nigga
    But it can never disappear, I know many get with this
    But it's a couple of really stupid individuals looking for the N9na fate
    Cause I innovate, and I be the Yates, they can disintegrate
    Guess my sin it begins with the number before ten
    And being a clown, always been and raised!
    When I rhyme my design isn't mindless
    You can find Tech, flowing up the divine stretch
    Never spineless, spider K's a rhyme vet
    And we ain't the only earregular since I got Stevie, Mayday and I signed Ces

    [Hook] (x2)

    [Verse 3: Tech N9ne]
    Y'all motherfuckers stuck on stupid (Duh!)
    I tried to slow it, but my flow's no lucid, thing
    I gotta be clever to do "This Ring"
    You can feel it if you 67 or you 15 ("Aggin!")
    Yeah, that's "nigga" backwards, Tech N9ne be that spitter master
    With a Cris, with her mugs, and I'm with a grasher
    Let a chick on the bus and I'm finna smash her
    Could have been a bastard
    Swimming in cash and the laughter, I'mma sinner faster
    Better get a pastor

    [Hook] (x2)

    Lyrics © OBO APRA/AMCOS

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