Tech N9ne - Speed Of Sound (Acapella) lyrics

I be comin like a auto but I'm murderin everything I'm a k**a wit the mission to flip it I'm sick wit the givin, the lip I be itchin to give it A wif of the wicked, I stick it wit the quick and they diggin it! ni**a! Like i said it befo' I'm a get up and go And get it, because I'm Mr. Malignant, keepin' you riveted Livin' it, paligiment, sin a bit And a chick in a minute, Tecca Nina be kickin' it I flow for the middle west, go for your little neck Don't let me get it, but your hoe, I'm a get it wet Stop and drop, on top of twat, in your kitchen Not the guap, I pop without an admission Hailin' from Mizzery You can smell out the hell in the thizzery, just remember me Bustin' deliveries and I'm makin' them shivvery I'm takin' my little city to lyrical liberty I go for the gusto and lead the ground No bush to beat around All the midwest choppers on this track and yes, oh, we are down Tecca Nina wit Bone, everybody gets on, all the MCs we a clown And we do it like a bullet, from a gun, or better yet, the speed of sound!