[Verse 1: Tech N9ne] You don't really know what I can do to n***as if they penetrate the home of mine Load it up and hit the motherf**ers with the Smith and Wesson 729 Dirty Harry on them real quick Make a n***a feel real sick Funny how they wanna get me now that everybody swingin' on my dillznick What you wanna do? n***a what? Chillin' with the crew live it up I'mma live it up 6 6 Triple 8 46 9 9 3 Find these n***as over seas makin' hella cheese f**in b**hes lookin' Chinese If you gettin' down with the sickness If you clowns you can get this I know it sounds hella wicked If you frown you a dipsh** We can do it n***a if you wanna but you never will prosper Never f** with the darkness I'mma hit the playa haters Get a little co*ky n***a I'mma live it up! I'mma get the money can never f** with the funny brand n***as Stick 'em with the sickinese and really wicked like a n***a team (b*tch) Gimme the big car Gimme the big house Gimme the big booty b**hes Me and Ockwizzle livin' in co*kswizzle On the mission for the riches [Hook] Now I'm on the darkside (Representin'!) Cause I lived a hard life and heaven didn't Arrive in time enough to save me So I'm givin' you back what you gave me (Don't blame me!) Don't bother me while I'm trying to pack Cause I'm goin' away and I ain't comin' back Doctors say my brain's a little off track Allow me to tell you a few small facts [Verse 2: Hopsin] Yo, do you know what the f** its like stuck inside this hell hole tryna crush a mic? There ain't a buck in sight I'm sleepin' with the dust and mites I scream cause I ain't got the guts to cry What the f** did I, ever do to be put here? Is it because I'm a black n***a who looks weird? I try making twenty ten a good year But I don't even see a outlet I could gear Every single morning when I be waking up I try to develop a dope new age rap But before doing it I go in the kitchen And get me a couple noodles and a Kool-Aid pack Motherf**ers wanna slow the momentum Cause when I kick a syllable I never throw up the venom I done battled a lot of n***as but I don't get to win 'em The minute I pin 'em up, hell's where I'm hoping to send 'em Come on, my careers got no solution Can't wear my contacts I got no solution Everybody keep on tellin' me I'm supposed to do sh** If you was on the edge how close would you get To cutting a neck for some f**in respect? Cause you stuck in a depth and they ain't cutting a check All the pain up in your chest All the sudden ejects Cause you turned a record in but they wasn't impressed (f** that!) [Hook]