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The Tek boy's in the Building
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This is an eclectic mix of good Hip Hop along with an element of story telling themes. Wild Lyle is able to catch the listeners ear. Wild Lyle has one of the
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Genre
Hip-Hop • New School
Charts
Peak #404
Peak in subgenre #79
Author
Wild Lyle
Rights
Vertebrae
Uploaded
November 03, 2008
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MP3 5.4 MB • 160 kbps • 4:43
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Hip Hop
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Let’s go/ the tek boy in the building Let’s blow/ the tek boy will make a killing Feeling like the mics not feeling right/ When I’m spitting sick/ I got the world catching feelings like Why you gotta say what you say When you said what you said But yall don’t remember shit till I go right at your head So I aiming at your face no problem I’m a spot’em/ there’s a problem if I got’em I’m a drop’em till I flop’em/ If he’s snitching I’m a cop’em If he’s acting I’m a smack’em If he’s whack then I attack’em If you like him you won’t find’em If I like him I’m a sign’em Best believe you gonna buy’em With this lyrical triumph Uh I’m so fucking vicious I had to change the style Yes I murdered Wild Lyle I don’t need another name I’m global plus a mogul Famine catch the winds of change Yes the man has been deranged This flow has been so insane I know I am so untamed Miscreants my claim to fame I am in the same plane as the planes came down When I should be 5 levels higher towards the crown I’m drowning in this level of mediocre devils I’m a meteor compared to you pebbles My cause is to be a rebel/ not talking bout an Ole Miss Listen to what yall be listening to I would probably rather listen to you Music is like a multiple choice test It’s missing the truth And it’s false that you dudes are the truth in the booth Cause your show sounds like the hater of Hip Hop is you Hook It’s Teknician Volume 3 Verse 2 I don’t really need collabo’s I’m just sick with the ammo And aim with bow and arrows I’m a muthafucking native I’m American/ sedated/ I’m a vote you try and hate it Come in my face and get annihilated Then get implicated with some no lyrical having Non beat crafting/ fake emcees that’s rapping I’m so gangster nope/ I aint gangster I’m not trying to have strange fruit hanging by the rope And I wanna feel safe if I ever dropped the soap So I don’t have to kill I just murder with lyrical skill Are you down with the sickness/ I spit literally ill You not feeling me/ fuck it/ I’m an Oneonta Legend Till the boy kicks the bucket/ I promise no mindless shit You’ll find me writing some timeless script Find every song that I did/ recreate every life that had one life to live You’ll find when I’m gone I still got something to give And these dudes write like they could succumb to SIDS No wonder they mention how they shitting on kids That’s nasty/ I had quit rhyming/ how their wordplay never pass me They up in Dallas looking like JFK’s Patsy/ All I need is one voice a mic is cool But if I couldn’t afford that I might just do what Hip Hop was always meant to do And that’s to spit with just you and your crew
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