Tech N9ne - Pump lyrics

[Hook: Stevie Ross] Fallin', fallin', fallin', we ain't fallin' for the sneak Hear a lot of talking but they jocking for the reach They gon' switch up on the low, never hit you in your face Hit you in your face, never hit you in your face [Verse 1: Merkules] Nah I never been a fan of the wackness Been around the world with a map and an atlas All the mumble rap is a ma**ive distraction You ain't Sway you ain't have all the answers, nah! Everything I see you do is run of the mill But f** it you feelin I'm k**in' like I'm Buffalo Bill Been through the thunder and hell, got my act together So I dare you to name somebody who's rappin' better I betcha won't, til you can't, til you should, but you couldn't Cause I'm dope, I'm the man, got the kush and my hoodie Got a scope and a lens and a bush fulla bullets With my finger on the trigger I can push til I pull it I came outta my mom with a mic attached It's like I siphon gas and then I write these raps And all these other cats bite like a Tyson match But you can find me on the web like Spiderman I'm comin to k** em, these mothaf**as s**, I'm the realest The whole freshman cover is number one on my hitlist And you get punched in the grill, cause I run it like fitness I see your girl front row tryin' to s** on my didick I said NO! They pump us up they used to try and punk us out My team is dressed for a funeral we don't f** around [Hook: Stevie Ross] Fallin', fallin', fallin', we ain't fallin' for the sneak Hear a lot of talking but they jocking for the reach They gon' switch up on the low, never hit you in your face Hit you in your face, never hit you in your face [Post-Hook: Stevie Ross] [Verse 2: Tech N9ne] I be the general with the flow I used to be minimal with the dough They be jealous, subliminal When they all on my genitals When I flip it and hella reppin' the MO Now they know when really ready to blow And I look at the women havin' the glow But in the very beginning They never thought of me winning We see the haters be grinning within' my show I was walkin' up a hill in C mid boost Coughin' up the real and grievous juice Lookin' at suicide Stupidity, you decide Fakin' it wasn't the way 'cause he went truth Tecca beat 'em down, pound for pound Winnin' em all over, town by town The clown with sound was down, but found Now the Nina's world renowned and crowned I was forbidden yeah Had a rough time gettin' there But instead of wishin' a n***a was grittin' So now I'm spittin' yeah Now they all wanna listen here But a whole lotta hissin' there They wanna hold a n***a back and I put together on a track imma k** it when on a mission yeah [Hook: Stevie Ross] Fallin', fallin', fallin', we ain't fallin' for the sneak Hear a lot of talking but they jocking for the reach They gon' switch up on the low, never hit you in your face Hit you in your face, never hit you in your face [Post-Hook: Stevie Ross]