Tech N9ne, Snow Tha Product and Russ - No See Umz

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Tech N9ne and Strange Music still flying high in 2021
Others might be at the end, but we've just begun
All hail number one
Negative bums, when we outside, no see umz
Don't nobody want none
Let's go

I might be honest, I am astonished
When I'm reading what you typin', it's like you really hooked on phonics
Fuckin' ebonics, message coming through like you really want it
I am bionic, whenever I palm it
See the light is coming at you like comets
And right through your bonnet, make your mama vomit
But you runnin' from me like you was Sonic
Why they invisible when it really hit the fan, damn chickens?
I'ma let you know why, 'cause I got the blam-blam kickin'
With the clan, man, listen, get the fam-bam trippin'
You become what a Muslim think of a ham sandwich in a Imam 'lam kitchen
Saying to myself, when I see him I'ma heat 'em because I can't stand bitchin'
Vietnam ambition
Land to himself, I'ma bleed him if I meet him, and from the land transition
Talk a lot online, never meet up with us
Cleaver this fuck
But you won't show 'cause you're the beaver, you're bust
Feed you the dust
Go grieve 'em as I walk with more freedom
But it would be magical to grab the foe
I had to show but no see umz (where y'all at?)

We outside, we don't see 'em (where y'all at?)
They just talk, no see umz (where y'all at?)
Man up, show yourself, don't run and hide now (uh)
Show me what y'all 'bout, I wanna find out (yeah, look, look)
No see um

We been outside and you haters been stuck in your Google search
We been here, taking these flights
Doing shit that you only could see up on Google Earth
But if it's one thing I'ma do, then I'ma do the work
If you was hopin' that I failed, then get your feelings hurt
'Cause motherfuckers try to blackball me, try to pass on me
But I'ma get every fuckin' thing that I been deserved
Like booyah, you bitch, you
Always got a magazine for the issue
But this ain't shit you flip through
You all bark, no bite, you shitzu
Y'all thought that I was braggin', I ain't did it yet
I been killin' everything and I'ma get the benefits
Card ain't got no limit but I'm finna pay with Benjamin's
Haters hating on me but I never shared the sentiment
Look, bitch, better yet
Cord obsidian, light another Phillie and
Hit another city and get another bitty and
Skin tone cinnamon, bitches really winning and
Snowstorm hit again
Boy, I'm really doing this shit, no photo-op
Snow still going off, somewhere out in Bogota
Jammin' to some Don Omar, bank like "Como estas"
With a bad bitch that don't even need no photoshop
Boy, I'm really doing this shit 'cause I been that
Been broke, came up, never went back
Way I'm movin' internationally'll give you whiplash
I been having money talks, what the fuck's a chit-chat?
Please don't hit my line tryna get a reply like I owe you a why, 'cause I don't
And fuck all you haters 'cause I'm fresh outta favors
I already helped y'all when I was broke, bitch (where y'all at?)

We outside, we don't see 'em (where y'all at?)
They just talk, no see umz (where y'all at?)
Man up, show yourself, don't run and hide now
Show me what y'all 'bout, I wanna find out
No see um

We're just mindin' our business
We ain't botherin' nobody
Then we get the word, that y'all talkin' shit
Then we go out, we don't see you motherfuckers, nigga
Where y'all at?

We outside, we don't see 'em (where y'all at?)
They just talk, no see umz (where y'all at?)
Man up, show yourself, don't run and hide now
Show me what y'all 'bout, I wanna find out
No see um

We all over the world though
Y'all know where we be at
But y'all keyboard warriors, we no see umz
Nowhere we go

Written by:
Aaron D. Yates, Claudia Feliciano, Russell Vitale, Adam Cherrington

Publisher:
Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC

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