Suckseed (Intro 2) - Tech N9ne, King Iso, Krizz Kaliko

I just can’t fail

I figured, hell, why not

Be what I’m supposed to be?

And then if you can’t tell when you listen closely

They suck

I mean they just suck seed

I love it, glasses and asses up

I love it, yeah, we get the bag for what?

Look at me, look at me, woah, what the fuck?

Look at me, look at me, nigga, I’m rich forever (Okay)

You get to suck seed

You can suck it, I make 'em puke in buckets

Producin' ruckus, who can touch it?

He fake and losin' ducats, I’m scoopin' up

But identical, I will never be, pinnacle, I’m ahead of ye

Never begin a flow, at minimal, I incredibly rock that

Sit your ass down

Away from the massacre, they gonna laugh at you

Come with the fuckery, A. Yates gonna blast at the

Naysayers yappin', the K comin' after ya

I’m in a battle with enemies and I’ma kick up the energy

With the divinity, nobody malicious can limit me

I locked rap, back in the day the city where chops at

Shocked at some of 'em saying I ain’t the top cat, stop that

With your wack sound

They know if they trippin', I’ma come with enough B’s

To hit 'em with the stingers, they do nothin' but just bleed

But for now I’ma stunt on them and tell 'em to suck seed

Oh, tell me how to fail

When you look at all I’ve got

And what’s in front of me

And then if you can’t tell when you’re looking at me

I buss for fun while they suck seed

I love it, glasses and asses up

I love it, yeah, we get the bag for what?

Look at me, look at me, what the fuck?

Look at me, look at me, nigga, I’m rich forever (Okay)

You get to suck seed

Like Monica with a stain on her blouse

My cock got the moniker, bitches keep my name in their mouth

I’m a thermometer, you can’t monitor with JVC

While I just lay on the couch and she suck it like it’s Tang in the pouch

I’ma get to bussin' like a AA-12 do

Having fun with the bullet, get it?

I’m playing around

You ain’t safe 'cause I’ll knock out bodies in the safe, not a sound

It goes up, even when I piss, I don’t aim at the ground

Niggas be thinking they better but never could buss at the kings

Steady be rappin' and cappin' just like the gunpowder thing

Niggas don’t want smoke, I do like when you run out of trees

Takin' flight on you niggas just like I jumped out a swing

All them suckers by you, they can’t help you

I stage dive with guns, I jump out and squeeze

Haters treat success like it’s a one hour deed to succeed

Never, but here’s a bag of sunflower seeds, little nigga

Oh, I don’t know how to fail

I’ve never not been hot

Look what you’ve done to me

And then if you can’t tell when you’re close to me

I’m what you’d be if you didn’t suck seed