Road Rage

Lyrics

[Intro: Tech N9ne Reversed] It's my lane you fly or you die, mayne Deny that we hype don't even try, mayne Rely on this guy to give you migraines Screamin' on you demons A.Y Aim to fry thangs [Chorus: Tech N9ne] This is road rage, this is, this is road rage Vicious cold days, vicious, vicious cold days Never on your page, this forever flow stays This is road rage, this is, this is road rage [Interlude: Tech N9ne] As the stars start falling But it fell all the way down under the underground, you know what I'm sizzlin'? And there we create Strangeland, boom! You know what I'm sayin', right there [Verse 1: Tech N9ne] Get the fuck out of my way, I don't be givin' a fuck Never come into my lane, nigga, we choppin' 'em up N9na be givin' 'em pain and then we hit with a truck That is the name of the game, diggin', we diggin' the dust Make a path for a nigga You better be ready to get the cash for a nigga We break and we crush and we slash every nigga That be thinkin' he better, we gonna blast on a nigga I'm yellin' at you 'cause you ain't on my level You cannot beat me so you spread I'm a devil Can't nobody get me when the foot is on the pedal On this road I hella go, I'm a rebel! This my lane you fly or you die, mayne Deny that we high, don't even try, mayne Rely on this guy to give you migraines Screamin' on you demons A.Y Aim to fry thangs [Chorus: Tech N9ne] This is road rage, this is, this is road rage Vicious cold days, vicious, vicious cold days Never on your page, this forever flow stays This is road rage, this is, this is road rage [Interlude: Tech N9ne] This is our lane nigga, stay in your own motherfuckin' lane I'm sick of yellin' on you motherfuckers I'mma let my young nigga merc y'all ass [Verse 2: Irv Da Phenom] Unfuckwitable, come get it, no? Some finna go when they have em' chokin' on the tire smoke 'Cause you minimal and I'm a general And plus I'm finna blow and have you niggas runnin' for survival I know, you probably thought that that trash you spit was real hot Why don't you hand the microphone to me and go get a real job 'Cause that ain't dope boy, somebody please tell this po' boy We ain't playin' games no mo' boy We hoggin' up the lane and goin' insane for the dough, boy Don't you ever ever come here no mo' boy 'Cause we don't play the wack shit We beast on every track that we be on Better wake up, you sleep on the elite homes Your flow's like a Prius, paint it pink with little flower decals Mine's like a motherfuckin' monster truck Finna ride and crush anybody on the street now Hop into your city, they ready to geek out You pick up the mic and they be ready to leave out Meanwhile I'm back stage with a bad thick broad and I'm 'bout to bring her and the freak out Get out my lane (Right) You ain't talkin' 'bout a thang unless it's 'bout some change And I'm off the chain (Right) I'ma give it to ya broad and beat it out the frame And I ain't playin' (Right) And I got one thang that I gotta bring to this game It's Damon Wayans (Damon Wayans?) Yeah nigga that's Major Payne [Chorus: Tech N9ne] This is road rage, this is, this is road rage Vicious cold days, vicious, vicious cold days Never on your page, this forever flow stays This is road rage