Tech N9ne – The Answer (feat. Ces Cru & Krizz Kaliko) (Dominion Deluxe Version Album)

[Hook: Krizz Kaliko]
Puff puff and I’ll pass it on
Talk is talk and that’s cheap to me

Yeah, I think they got me fucked up
I’m burned up
I really had to keep it simple
I never had to keep a pistol
Sayin I should hang it up in music you’re a plum liar
[Hook: Krizz Kaliko]
Cause they don’t be feeling you like they feelin’ me
Period point blank I shoulda known
Search around and go find a verse where I came soft and I was slackin’ on
Cause they don’t be feeling you like they feelin’ me
If these pussies don’t shoot me, you can bet that the punk cops will
Up in the clouds eating a industry sandwich look it I can spit cutting em up
My soul’s darker than nightride but no night light, I write all day
And I think I’m the answer
I give two shits about who’s with you
And they hate Dean ’cause I got skills
They was scheming on me like a pyramid
Y’all strange to us
Quoted rockabye to smoking on the pipe but doing lines of cocaine
I really had to break it down
[Hook: Krizz Kaliko]
When I get to rippin this flow here

Hell all in my head, peace (Got a)
I get fancy with them blades in, and leave blood stains in the hallway
And I jug lean and I pop pills
Is he crazy? Sho Lia wicked like Fangoria
Well I, Well I know you got me fucked up
Still CES came as a package deal
Run shit like in track and field
And is fuck it I’m feelin funny bout fair weather fan shit
All the women go ta grabbin their crotch they all screamin OH DEAR!
Armed and dangerous
So get up if you can get the picture
I really can’t stay on my time zone
Gapin’ hole in my heart too (But I)
Count another mil’, it’s chump change to us
I had to run up and down the court watching y’all like the league official
Yeah, I think they got me fucked up
Everybody better hold up
My team strong and we here to win

I am what I always been, white kid with the rapping skill
Too old for this bullshit
I’ll pass baton in decathlon
Repping hard for the underground, I’m an emcee and a lyricist
But they theory is full of bullet holes

Yeah, I think they got me fucked up
Zoned out, turned up
A different creature, every feature I get on is my song
Everybody better hold up
I’ma drop that dime like they committed to crime on divine lines that I’ve spoken
That is where I am bitch
Yeah, I think they got me fucked up
Everybody better hold up

Your gross must pass through fire and that’s why
By design to find your prime time if their eyes open

Cause they don’t be feeling you like they feelin’ me
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, better hold up
I ain’t came up for no air yet

Laugh loud when that boom hit you
Won’t pray to no savior (Why?)
I’m joking
And I think I’m the answer
But I got holes like a clarinet
Y’all niggas be gambling or rambling
Fool is hatin cause he don’t understand my communication, Nokia
And I think I’m the answer
I rap until my tongues tired
[Verse 4: Godemis]
Cause they don’t be feeling you like they feelin’ me
[Verse 3: Krizz Kaliko]
Anybody tellin me I’m not the best it gotta be I wear a mask like an umpire
[Verse 2: Tech N9ne]
Sign of the times ain’t dependent on the rhymes
Niggas hood rich, I ain’t there yet
Only hurt ya if the shoe fits ya
But nobody really know what I do for real
[Hook: Krizz Kaliko]
Watch out
Many men tried to mirror this
These days I’m too smart to
I ain’t user friendly word to iPhone

I don’t rock that shit
Everybody better hold up
And I think I’m the answer
[Hook: Krizz Kaliko]
[Outro: Krizz Kaliko]
Kali baby, y’all can never hang with us

On the role, like I’m too cripple
If I did shoot, I’d shoot to kill
[Verse 1: Ubiquitous]
Anything remotely close to nope when I quote you’re choked with a velvet rope, Janet
I spit it like it’s gun fire
A dumb guy or you’re a bum sire tellin me I’m inadequate knowing it’s not anyone higher
And I know I’m that answer
I put dough down on a fare bet
See they don’t be feeling you like they feeling me
Kansas, City King has landed
Maintain that I’m self-sustained
Getting twisted like two nipples
Tecca N9na spit it so clear like Ho sheer
If I’m N9ne I keep that pistol smoking