Tech N9ne – Casket Music (feat. Ces Cru & Wrekonize) (Dominion Deluxe Version Album)


It’s duck and cover, if ever I pull your number time
And use the time to find and grind the methods to getting cheese
People in the community don’t band together enough
Better yet in a Yugo, yes y’all a eulogy shoe know
[Hook: Wrekonize]
I learned the twist of these catacombs while I sat alone
Eh-Eh
So don’t sit back and unwind, this isn’t the summer time
Who played me like ukulele, too shady, who’s roots gravy
Would you be kind enough to shut the fuck up and twist trees?
[Hook: Wrekonize]
We all aware that it sucks, the hood resembles a pigsty
Bitch when I’m winning they’re bitter, really what matters most
Killer MC shit bitch, casket music
Yeah, uhuh
Ya lie to kick it, you’re probably wicked as Hillary
[Verse 1: Godemis]
So step back youngin, this is grown folk talking

Even your baby mama tripping, kid got a twist-tie
You from around here, I ain’t gotta tell you to duck
I push your peanut to Pluto, and then pack your parents in a Peugeot
Snake and bat’s flying up inside close quarters
I got a couple buddies that’ll cross on ya border
So I’ma keep fondling this honor queen from the conjuring
You can’t keep it clean and dig the muddy waters
Only the strong survive in this game, I made it my
Casket music
So step back youngin, this is grown folk talking
Rep for the roster, partner pushing for proper pay
And turn you into slaves for the new world order
Tryna live free and take zero accountability (Hold on)
I got a couple buddies that’ll cross on ya border
Killer MC shit bitch, casket music
After killing like Cujo
This isn’t for the radio, this single won’t be popping
[Verse 3: Tech N9ne]
With very little unity, it’s really never enough
My state of mind is transcending the space and time
And turn you into slaves for the new world order
They’re sleepy, dusting their eyes, they listen to lullabies
It’s killer city, anyone’ll run up
I’m wise enough to know to just let a chick leave
And I would never try to strike a chick with my fist, geez
Drink away my pain and then piss it on you

This isn’t for the radio, this single won’t be popping
Here’s new N9na to rock to
I got a couple buddies that’ll cross on ya border
Niggas are not feeling me

They cock and aim, lose nerve, but never drop a name
Day in the life of the long winded, I stay alive
To the rancid area this belong to
And turn you into slaves for the new world order
My DNA incompatible with an average Joe
Killer MC shit bitch, casket music
Astonishing, I can still hear my mama sing, upon a dream
You can’t keep it clean and dig the muddy waters
[Hook: Wrekonize]

Casket music
You can’t keep it clean and dig the muddy waters
Chakras align while I’m oscillating like Doctor Strange

Then Obama brings some no no things from the drama king
Maude Sue lady through Hades fools made me lose faith
You played a side so I am taking your place in line
I’m on a high, I might be flyer than Chris Breez’
Out your noodle, you pussy punk, you’s a poodle
And look at the list why
Dude’s crazy, he’s who’s baby
U-B-I, bitch
And she who does not feel me is just not real to me, dick tease
I catapult and I’m flying into the battle zone
We bruise fugazis
It’s sit for dinner and serve a sucker for supper time
And say goodnight if I ever switch into double time
The nicest on the mic, tell the bitch please
I’m catching a wave nouveau
This is true grit, it’s lived for you to bash to it
They plagiarise when I’m writing it, so it’s justified
[Intro]
Give the song new meaning, eat it up, beat it up
This isn’t for the radio, this single won’t be popping
Eh-Eh
This is true grit, it’s lived for you to bash to it
Snake and bat’s flying up inside close quarters
Snake and bat’s flying up inside close quarters
Rubbing their eye while I’m running, wish I could shut an eye
[Verse 2: Ubiquitous]
This is true grit, it’s lived for you to bash to it
I want a fling but with mama singing its wronger thing
If it’s wrong you bringing, fuck you!
We are not the same, same difference is how we operate (Yeah)

Yo, I crush a rhyme and when busting my flow is customised
So step back youngin, this is grown folk talking