Tech N9ne - My World

Intro: In a world of missori where in this three planets collide, Brotha Lynch, Dilame, Tech N9ne bring you along for the ride...

(3rd Verse Tech N9ne) Fight this phantom you freakin family will fall flat, bunk biancas beat em black and blue wit a baseball bat, I might be a small cat, but I won't use discretion hit em wit a weapon if ya steppin wit a mall rat twenty minus eleven I'll make em all scat, not prosperous now Tech's not wit his crowd he's lost in his clouds rather be off'ed then, soft wit his style, I got hopes that my life might get better, but I've been broke so I might swipe ya cheddar, you better get ready to give me I got a vendetta, comin to get it wether weed or money whateva, nobody said it was gonna be easy people decieve me and leave me in the dark and buried up in acropolis one day your gonna see me on t.v. you better believe me takin over this and never the opposite, re write my life give me light in a fight for what's right ala liberate, quidado, one fifty one rum is how we run from sin son then comes diablo, I need a medic cause I murder energetic, in the cerabellum never tell'em i got , one of the worst problems in the medula oblongatta ya oughta goin one hell of a shot, no more drakness, how did I start this I'm feelin bizzare shit like kickin your carcess, I am the ruler in my kingdom and my dark seats hot, step into my world and your heartbeat stops!