[Intro - Tech N9ne] We been doing this for a long long time now... this music thing... and touring, y'know... and still... I ain't met one person that
it Stop giving me your head and all That you drag with it, with it, with it, with it Stop killing me, you've led me on, you're killing me Stop killing
of heavy artillery There's nothing about your war You can call it what you like I know where I'm from And it's cold and dark 'Cause all the sinners Are just saints
Card Skinny Its Pitch Black And Covers All Incidentals And Mrs Wrong Sorry You Aint Notice My Potential Fuck Yall Rappers And Your Self-Proclaimed Status I Can Only See Green Now I Happy Saint
stores with heavy bags 'Cause we be poppin' tags, pimpin' we be poppin' tags Uh huh, whattup? Tell you somethin' bout me My throwback game is whiffle wicked Saint
Lady Jane, the river saint, special yes, but lucky ain't Lady Jane said she walked on water But she never had a man to show Then one day when she found
She's working for the other side She's a sinner, a saint She'll run it cool and hot She's a secret agent You can believe it or not Killer eyes and
Crow has brought the message to the children of the sun for the return of the buffalo and for a better day to come You can kill my body You can damn
in my head But she's touching his chest now He takes off her dress now Let me go And I just can't look it's killing me And taking control Jealousy, turning saints
all in my head But she's touching his-chest Now, he takes off her dress Now, letting me go And I just can't look its killing me And taking control Jealousy, turning saints
killed the Kennedys?" Well after all It was you and me Let me please introduce myself I'm a man of wealth and taste And I laid traps for troubadours Who get killed
you Priscilla, oh, Priscilla Tonight I'm going to kill ya Priscilla, Priscilla, tonight I'm going to kill ya Priscilla, I'm going to kill ya Tonight I'm going to kill
fruits and grains My hood talking nigga keep it simple and plain To let me explain the game break it down and cutting the levels like Tetris This youngest killer
made him scream He knew he was alive He put a pin through the nipples on his chest He thought he was a saint I've made love to my mother Killed my father
I would rather just for you Be in a taxi driving miles from here I've been walking with no shoes Fill my kidneys up with booze Today I'm killing you, killing
clear? 'Cuz I'm being taken over by the Fear Forget about guns and forget ammunition 'Cuz I'm killing them all on my own little mission Now I'm not a saint
all become clear 'Cause I'm being taken over by fear Forget about guns and forget ammunition 'Cause I'm killing them all on my own little mission Now I'm not a saint
Sitting in my day care, it was day-glow painted You see me, I'm a drinker, you see me, now I'm sainted Chased by the plaintive, haunted by the medium
