Tech N9ne, Scru Face Jean - Antisocial lyrics

These niggas don't get it aww man hahahahaha
You ready? The Hit Brainiac

Hoooo, rrrra! They don't even know you
But they gonna talk and they gonna plot
Like they gonna roast you
Cut you off, now I feel antisocial
I trust you dawg, now I feel antisocial
They don't even know you but they gonna talk
And they gonna plot
Like they gonna roast you
Cut you off, now I feel antisocial
I trust you dawg, now I feel antisocial

Niggas is snitches
Let me get into this specific
For cut they would change their position
Niggas be switching
Turning they homies to victims
And biscuit's can turn them into bitches
So that's why I'm wake and I
Won't get trapped in a prison
Then be forced to rap for a system
No cash or resistance will make
Mе tap on my niggas
I rather get lashes from whipping
My passion is rеaler
Quarterback's snapping for skrilla
The rest of you I glass in the mirror
And there ain't chance that you iller
Fuck it I dance at the villa
All by my lonely
Only got a couple of roadies
You action figure
Might have to slap a nigga
'cause I ain't your rappin' nigga
Swallow your pride, you ain't all friends
That's a lie you call everybody "Your guy"
And nigga that's why you don't got
A soul that we ride
You really think they're on your side
Well I bet if I pulled
Your niggas to the side
And offered them money in piles
And give 'em a nine
They probably would shoot at your spine
But huh you pro'ly still blind

Hoooo, rrrra! They don't even know you
But they gonna talk and they gonna plot
Like they gonna roast you
Cut you off, now I feel antisocial
I trust you dawg, now I feel antisocial
They don't even know you but they gonna talk
And they gonna plot
Like they gonna roast you
Cut you off, now I feel antisocial
I trust you dawg, now I feel antisocial

I remember when I had a clip (yeah)
Like E-40 my blocka was thick
We hop in the whips
For the guap you blacking
Then we poppin' the blick
You lost in the brick, in a coffin you get
(brrraah)
Me and my partners we was droppin' the hit's
Hella locking this biz
But it stopped and it sit's
Nobody left as me I'm rocking it with
I don't feel like I'm still with the game
(Nah) prolly need to go back and
On the block and bang (What?)
But, I'm 'bout to be fifty
I'm in the house and be picky
'Bout going out and be iffy now with the fame
(Aha) but, I keep the 50 cal with me need be
Can't let the trippy lies hit me easily
Ripping out indie ground if he sees me
My blicky start itching now quickly, hehe
Whatever reason I get caught deserted
But, I'm three dimensional
So this thought's immersive
I don't know something from my
Lips brought the curses
Feeling like a preacher that done
Pissed off the church, mistaught the verses
It's far from the truth i'm still the same
I'm still bringing you bars from the booth
My homie's missing
I'm feeling embarred from my roots
I never swallowed
Instead it's a heart want to chew
No talking I'm feeling I'm anti-social
Back in the day really needed my
Niggas to stain my vocals
No money can't buy the camaraderie
Never you can't buy, folks know
No matter how much we don't link up forever
I stand by rojo

Hoooo, rrrra! They don't even know you
But they gonna talk and they gonna plot
Like they gonna roast you
Cut you off, now I feel antisocial
I trust you dawg, now I feel antisocial
They don't even know you but they gonna talk
And they gonna plot
Like they gonna roast you
Cut you off, now I feel antisocial
I trust you dawg, now I feel antisocial