Tech N9ne - Sriracha

[Intro]

(Jesus)

Yeah, yeah, hell yeah

Yeah, yeah, hell yeah

Yeah, yeah, hell yeah

Yeah, yeah, hell

[Verse 1: Tech N9ne]

Froze over, when you thought you could hold Yoda

With flows older than the first sold cold soda

Grow more for my bros those rojo soldiers

Them cincos are at it again, blow doja

I am like Iron Mike, back in the day

My rhyming's iron height, defiant flight

Try and bite, like a razor in a candy apple

A taser in a jammy, tackled

By a neighbor with the family shackles

Laboring a man he's gaffled

I get angry, I sip bombs (Chea!) on your rich lawn

I was brought up Muslim and Christian

I been studying Chrislam (Chea!)

That's not a thing so I place this John

In your chicks palm

Give her something beautiful to kiss on

'Til I spit one to her lip balm (Chea!)

I've been rhyming since Reagan in politics

Polished it then got a big wallet where all of my dollars sit

To the wall is split, then I gotta sick the casa, your god exists

'Cause a lot of chicks holler "Mr. Chopper you're hot as shit"

Ah!

[Chorus: Tech N9ne]

They say I'm the best at what I do

After me it's 5, 4, 3, and 2

Sometime I think they all gum bumpin'

So I tell them all to put that on somethin'

Sriracha, I put that on everything

Sriracha, I put that on everything

Sriracha, I put that on everything

Sriracha, I put that on everything

[Verse 2: Logic]

Yeah, I guess I'm supposed to come with that fast flow

Woo! I guess I'm supposed to come with that gas flow

But no, I'ma just spit it, I'ma get it good

Wish you would tell me what I should do

I don't know, hit the door

Uh, yeah, feel like I been here before

Maybe I have but I can't fuck with it

Hit 'em with a semiautomatic, watch 'em duck with it

Speaking on lyrical ability

Everyone in my vicinity, blowing they mind like Kennedy

I got no love for the enemy, somebody tell me the remedy

I'm like what's good, been fine

Tell me what's on your mind, rewind this shit

My message is beyond this shit

I put that on everything, I'm just being honest, shit

So what's up, hold up

Tech, I'm sorry for the hold-up but I been on the road

Should have had this verse to your ass a long time ago

When I put that on everything, I ain't had a minute to myself

But I been living like I ain't finna see tomorrow

I ain't focused on no wealth

I been living good, I been feeling fine

Pass the sriracha, I put that shit on all of mine

Busting like Columbine combined with a terrorist's mind

That's been confined to four walls for some time

[Chorus: Tech N9ne]

They say I'm the best at what I do

After me it's 5, 4, 3, and 2

Sometime I think they all gum bumpin'

So I tell them all to put that on somethin'

Sriracha, I put that on everything

Sriracha, I put that on everything

Sriracha, I put that on everything

Sriracha, I put that on everything

[Verse 3: Tech N9ne & Joyner Lucas, both]

Sriracha, the flavor popper

We gotcha, even haters jock us

These choppers invade the knockers then blocker

Disintegrating every chakra, eager to off ya

You can bet that we doin' it proper

When I put the bullets in a fully with a hoodie

Ain't nobody gon' stop us, nobody gon' top us

We leave 'em with no option, and leave 'em with no conscience

Even though I can achieve it no problem

And even though I could've seen what they watchin'

TV with a DVD, I can repeat what I see, these streets jockin'

Easy, if it need be then I just eat beats

Like I'm Eazy-E, Compton, I eat meat like I'm EBT shopping

Credit Card max, bend the bars back

Fuck your ho, get brain and all that

Run in your house and bring your whore back

Sever your face and dead the doormat

Who got the keys to the rented Corvette?

Can't catch me, I'm the man in all black

I been on that shit since Katt been on crack

Fuck that, I been nice way before that

Can't ignore that, you can try though

But you gon' end up next to Dido

I'm that pen that wrote the Bible

I'm on your skin like vitiligo

Sing for the moment, I hit the high note

Someone please let Elton John know

Tell the lieutenant I'm Hect Camacho

With a Catholic priest and the Pentecostal

Why y'all niggas wiggidy wiggidy wack, get a nigga in the back

With an umbilical patch, jump in the middle of the track

None of you niggas can act so y'all niggas are packed

Come and get it again, fuckin' a bitch in the whip

Give me your moment to fall, I'm gonna fit in the car

I can do better than yours, I can be ready to brawl

I can be shattered and all, nobody want to be hard

Better be ready for war, tell me who ready for more (Joyner!)

[Chorus: Tech N9ne]

They say I'm the best at what I do

After me it's 5, 4, 3, and 2

Sometime I think they all gum bumpin'

So I tell them all to put that on somethin'

Sriracha, I put that on everything

Sriracha, I put that on everything

Sriracha, I put that on everything

Sriracha, I put that on everything