Techniques & Shockwaves

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[Intro: Rugged Monk] Tech— tech— tech— tech— Tech— tech— tech— tech— Techniques I use verbs swerving out the vocal cord Competition there's none, I build and destroy You're a decoy like that cop on Bad Boys Deploy you on a front line, I ain't here to waste time You're a target, when I shoot I don't miss, reclined Relax, keep my third eye open scoping militantly patiently focused My flow is potent quotes and notations, you know I'm the dopest My invincible palm writer, I'm the invincible palm writer I don't need a ghostwriter to write my wrongs, my songs, my catalogs is tighter You know they tighter, I'm not Tony the Tiger But I am greater at utilizing the pen with my pen skills or ball point Or paper mate, check mate, mic check, one-two Master ceremony when I'm in the booth [Verse 1: Kinetic 9] This here is for you Word to life, let's get it right Get into a zone especially when I'm on the mic Like Emit fake left then I bust a right Either way she with, because I fucks her right, uh-huh No problem, your boy don't got 'em, need them I exceed them as in defeat them That's what I do, yes, and as I shall proceed To spit that dope shit and I got what you need 16 they call me m-16 Flow is the hardest every verse I spit it so pristine Does that regardless, either way I needs that cream You know what I mean? Fresh as they come My shit bang till your head piece numb Kinetic 9 does my thing like how it should be done I gotta shine to the point that they call me sunn I gotta climb to the height you can't reach me none [Verse 2: Crisis] Catch me at the T.O.T.T. — top of the town My sound capture the crown, they wild jumping around Like a mosh pit, that star shit they loving the sound Of the Black Knights, don't act like we ain't shutting shit down West Coast Killa Beez spreading like a disease Flood the fifty-two states plus we over seas Crisis and Rugged Monk, Kinetic 9 in the cut Why settle for less we the best no runner up That raw and uncut, so pure it got you stagnated Fans leave satisfied competition aggravated Nowadays these niggas are over animated We got hip-hop locked down incarcerated Thee intimidated hate it, but the real related Because the flow flawless like murder orchestrated Something I created so it's premeditated Every joint is on point like the star of David [Verse 3: Rugged Monk] My rap pages is doubled XL, check the source This ebony man is GQ in a Porsche People US weekly say it's the time For the final call murder dogg, cuz it's big or tall Not an issue like a writer or an author Sports Illustrated Quotes MC's get liberated National inquiries reads the people's choice Hustlers guns, that's the voice Pop-pop-pop-pop that's the choice Pick your choice [Verse 5: Kinetic 9] That was just a decoy, once again, hey, it's me, boy Who better to jump on track? You know, deploy Wondering if I still rap, well okay Then figure that I do just that, just say when Never enough when I perform Just strutting you know keeping going, Kinetic Ain't no telling what vibe on And if you feel it the prescribe to the high on, forget it To the point I can't feel no pain It's like I'm damn near out on s astro plane, I get it In the place I don't know no shame I can't feel my face nor no my name, uh-huh-huh Got you liking this new campaign It's like it's so exciting I must maintain Exemplifying and with out trying I'm guaranteed to make you bounce-bounce-bounce [Bridge: Rugged Monk & John Frusciante] Bounce, bounce, bounce (Bounce, bounce) Techniques, shockwaves Techniques, shockwaves (Shockwaves) (Running free the part of me) Techniques, shockwaves Watch these techniques I use (Running free) Oh, you didn't the vocal cords I use (The beyond) [Verse 6: Rugged Monk & Crisis] We got 'em bouncing like kangaroos, jumping through hula hoops Music that make a move, got 'em trapped in a fruity loop The people know who's the truth, these cowards ain't bullet proof These niggas are Rudy poots, eat MC's like it's cool to do You know, it ain't nothin' new, absolute they solute Generals, lieutenants, soldiers, co-defendants They all know the business, flow leave careers finished Uncut no gimmicks, take 'em to thee outer limits [Chorus: John Frusciante] Running free the part of me That wants life, just to stop Higher than beams that I fall off Our one stop: the beyond [Outro: Rugged Monk] Music that make a move, got 'em trapped in a fruity loop You know, it ain't nothin' new, absolute they solute