[Intro] [Verse 1: Tech$ Finesse] Yo' Shoutout to that b**h who gave me sloppy top Bobby Sox I achieve, been worshiped more than a higher priest I'm the closest to a god since his life expired B Try me and these pliers will meet your entire cheek Hear these words of wisdom from me who's inspiring Show no mercy I'm hurting the, surgically committing burglaries perfectly waiting on a god to murder me No ones f**ing with this lyrically trained mercenary I spit mercury purposely burning sh** to a 3rd degree Call me the Micro-fiend Making light MCs overdose off of Lipozenes The Odd Wolf in the Future spittin' micro beams [Bridge] Its Tech$ Finesse Yo I'm here now I was gone for three months but I'm here now I'm back on my grind. (x2) [Verse 2: Tech$ Finesse] Through your ears, thoughts way darker than the psycho street My opponents get treated like a nice cuisine Slice in 3, then i devour them entirely Laughing at the irony, while I'm defying the laws of society hanging animals from an iron leash Haha I get on the mic and the track explodes, hand grenade Here Shade is to end your masquerade I make raps baked, homemade I took your girl she came to my house one day 500 characters remaining, most of these raps are shaming, my ears and eyes flaming, what exactly are they gaining, a masterpiece I am painting, it's almost like a van goh Yours was made in Japan though, falls apart you should re-plan yo' Words I can't understand so You keep your rhymes to a minimal, k** you with a syllable Okay I'm not a criminal, no need to get biblical, don't even need to rap it, just created the visual [Outro: Hodgy Beats]