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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Tech N9ne
Tech N9ne
Performer
High Deafinician
High Deafinician
Background Vocals
Lex Bratcher
Lex Bratcher
Background Vocals
X-Raided
X-Raided
Background Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Aaron D. Yates
Aaron D. Yates
Songwriter
Nicholas Luscombe
Nicholas Luscombe
Songwriter
Freek Van Workum
Freek Van Workum
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Frederikus van Workum
Frederikus van Workum
Producer
ItsNicklus
ItsNicklus
Producer

Lyrics

Death, yo death night set
Yo death night death
Yo death night set
Yo death night
OG, nobody but the government control me
But to my followers I gotta keep it low key to keep the image of a **** that is so free
I approach he, without a father figure I deliver gap and give a spot to parolees, makin' more cheese
Pushin' rocks and we grow weed, never no permit and fuck the police, I'm a cold piece
I get at 'em at a young age, so I can have 'em in a dumb rage
Really combative in a numb way, static when my tongue say have a little fun with the gun spray
But never let a hood snipe you, and you gotta know whoever in a hood might sue
So let the good white through, the enemy I'm tellin' you to murder gotta look like you!
Killin 'em up
Dreads with the gold teeth, yeah, a fasho thief, fed with the lead is the motif
Killin 'em up
Said you can sure be head of the whole street cred, put a dead **** so deep
Killin 'em up
Bread be the trophy, betta get yo breed, bled hella red for the groceries
Killin 'em up
Never to show grief, cheddar, get obese, beggin' he plead, give 'em no peace
Now flip this to music, seek out a company and find the biggest to move it
Yeah, the lyrics are stupid, but critics approve it and people for the wicked will lose it
I'll take you real far and raise ya, pulled out the ill tar and sage ya
Who makes to kill art enslave ya? I am the drill sergeant major!
Death, yo, death night set
Yo, death night death
Yo, death night set
Yo, death night
Take the energy ta IG, Facebook, TikTok, put ya vibe on Twitter
Ain't no limit, we can buy free make crook hip hop and push the eyes on ****
Lots of foes waitin', shot ya rotation to the top ops and more hatin'
Lock and load nation got the globe breakin' ya block, so drop ya location
Let 'em know that you a real one, emotion, you feel none, anybody really want it will come
When he do you gotta peel some, never stop until the deal done, nothin' but a drill, son
Talkin' loud is how we make this fame, the hate exchangin', no face to face is lame
Gotta slide and try to take his chain, the safest thang, to keep livin' you bake his brains, ****
Killin' em up
Caught by the cop set, talk outta pocket, cross me, ya offed in hot sec
Killin' em up
Walk and ya not blessed, lost in the projects, cost of the false shit, I pop tec's
Killin' em up
When they comin' nosey tell 'em you don't know me, tell 'em a lotta nothin' really slowly
Killin' em up
Callin' you the doe B, never expose me and ya family won't need a sad emoji!
You can leave wit' a blown mind, or confess to your own crimes
With the feds I'm in the wrong bind, that'll put my ass away for a long time!
So, my job is to befriend the funksters, get 'em living foul, till they deep in the dumpster
Drill sergeant, I lead friends to under graves and penal system, I feed them the youngstas!
Death, yo, death night set
Yo, death night death
Drill sergeant got the real target, make you feel hard and get the kill started
Yo, death night set
Drill sergeant got the real target, make you feel hard and get the kill started
Yo, death night
You got big dreams
You want fame
Well, fame costs
And right here's where you start payin'
In sweat
And in death
Written by: Aaron D. Yates, Frederikus van Workum, Nicholas Luscombe, Nick Luscombe
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