URLtv, Tech 9 , DNA - DNA vs Tech 9 lyrics

Now that I got a tooth, let me guess
I know everythin' you 'bout to rap 'bout
You gon' tell me since I got a tooth
You gon' run up on me and knock it back out
Well this tooth gave me courage so
If you act brave and try
To knock it back out and
All these cameras record it
Well then fuck you I'm knockin' Smack out
Now that I got a tooth
Y'all gon' like my tooth
Y'all gon' love my tooth while
I'm cookin' this bitch
The funny part is I didn't pay for the shit
Welfare did
But Tech 9 you gon' look at this shit
Now that I got a tooth
I swear to God I'm the truth folks
So since I fixed my priorities
I can't respect him if he
Only come with tooth jokes
But after this battle
His fans gon' think a lot less of you
If you think you a king I can get you jacked
And have your body left full of exit wounds
I say fuck the law, I could use this Nina
But I prefer deckin' you
So just know it's no game when one
Of these split Tech in two (Tekken 2)
They gon' have you hooked up to
An ICU with a feeding tube
Breathing with no oxygen cause from here on
(heroin) I'ma show y'all it
Ain't dope watchin' him
But, you a fan favorite
And they praise you like it's no stoppin' him
Well you like Payton Manning cause tonight
You gon' lose your cult (Colt) followin'
My niggas will let it clap for a
Pack if the shit ain't proper
He'll get the gat
Blow out ya back if that piff ain't ganja
And if you owe my nigga money they'll chop
Your body parts up for six damn dollars
So keep thinkin' it's all good
(Goodz) until you leave without ya
Hands like Hitman Holla
And you never been a main event nigga
You have never got paid more than me
That's the shit that be killin' me
You only got performance
Nigga, I got bars, creativity
Flow and delivery
So when you run around sayin' you the
URL champ and you got the belt
I'm thinkin' he cause you
Like Manny Pacquiao
You gotta show us DNA to be the champ
The funniest shit is when you
Told Miles "Younamsayin'? Younamsayin'?"
What this nigga think he Smack now?
Cause at that very moment Smack should've
Got this nigga smacked now
I got no respect for him
You a grown man who likes wrestlin'
Probably got a picture of Stone
Cold in your background
That funny shit you used to do is hot
But it's wack now
So you gon' make URL hit rock bottom
Cause every time you battle
You bringin' SMACK down (Smackdown)
And if you fuck up my PC
Then all respect is lost
These niggas will slice ya Apple with that
MAC until you sketched and chalked
Docs will have him hooked up to
Monitors if he expect to walk
Which means y'all gonna have to get in touch
With Geek Squad to give Tech support
Whatchu need protection now? Chopper
Knock his section down
Hitman is so much of a fraud I
Can't wait for this second round
X-Factor said I'll run up on Tech 9
With a TEC-9 and give Tech nine
And that shit was hot but
I was confused cause
How could he run up on Tech
9 with a TEC-9 and give
Tech nine if Tech 9 ain't
Even the real Tech N9ne?
The real Tech N9ne is from Kansas City
And sold plaques on the street
This Tech N9ne is from Philly and
Got plaque on his teeth
The real Tech N9ne sold albums
And mixtapes in each state
This Tech N9ne works at every local
Philly store makin' cheese steaks
The real Tech N9ne is an underground
King that created a legacy
And you just Rick Ross cause you got
Hot off of somebody else's identity
And if these the fraud niggas that
Ridin' witchu since way back
If you a fraud like Rich Ross
Then that only makes them Maybach
So I'll run up on your crew
At the same damn time
Y'all say I got automatics well my
Squad got the same damn kind
If you say I stole a nigga's name you
Probably steal a nigga's same damn rhyme
If that nigga sniff coke he'll probably
Ask for the same damn line
You a bitch, you a fraud
We ain't the same damn kind
You Tech with that TEC'll die
From the same damn 9 call Rex to get that K
Give him the same damn Shine
The chopper go blocka
These niggas all dyin' at the
Same damn time!
And this round, I ain't even get personal
So in that second round it's gonna
Get a lot worse for you you fuckin' fraud

Can y'all hear me? Well aight then
You done? Well aight then
SPI two TAGE
Y'all motherfuckers get it right, Wayne AVE
What's up NY? I'm finally back home
The king is here and I'm
Standin' on my throne
I normally get punks like you
To hand me my wine
Fetch me my coat, this ain't a
Battle, this is a funeral
I'm here to engrave DNA in stone
I do my dirt dolo
Can't nobody tell if you alone
To identify you
They gonna need to extract DNA from ya bones
2012 I'm here, say "goodbye" to all my clones
Cause there's only one 9 I'm in
A class of my own
See I ain't down with all this talkin'
Fuck a conversation
Let's take these mics off and fight
I'm down for confrontation i got a text
In other words that's confirmation
Black ya eyes, you gonna see so many stars
It's like a constellation
DNA how old is you? 'Bout 19
That tooth was missin' for seven years
So that means you was
12 when that disappeared?
You think I'm funny
Well I ain't tryin' to use tooth
Jokes to get no cheers whoever punched you
That's the hardest punchin' 12 year old
I've ever seen in years
You said you that you was fightin'
And you fucked the nigga up
Turned around for a second
Then you got snuck
Either I'm hearin' this shit wrong or
You just dumb as fuck
Cause my pop told me after the
Fights you always back up
If we'd have went to school
Together, I'd have DDT'd you
Left ya head bleedin'
You would've got your face booked
(Facebook) for crowdin' my space
(Myspace) while I'm Tweetin'
Whatchu know about gettin' blowjobs
While you eatin'?
Or puttin' duct tape over a bitch
Mouth for talkin'while you speakin'?
See I'm not like all the other niggas you
Battled I'm a different type of thug
I'm not that sour nigga smokin' I'm
A different type of drug
I'm that prometh' mixed with
Cocaine that Pimp
C and Jimmy Hendrix in the cup
Throw some money in there
There's gonna be a scrimmage in this club
I can't figure out in battles why
You think you so tough
Text minute you cryin', emotional
Sometimes you throw up
Ask my boys I'm insane, throwed off I go nuts
Remind you of brother man from the fifth
Floor the way I fo' up
Your girl like Shanaynay
She's so hostile, ugly, but got a fat ass
And I swear I love them tonsils
I gas up like, "Aye! You look like a model"
So every time she knock on my door she on
Her knees like Martin when he playin' Roscoe
You can say what you wanna
Say and it's a battle
Sticks and stones won't break my bones
I got rock skin i'm OT with that work
In other words I put that clock in
I'm on the roof somethin' like Connect 4
The way I drop them dots in
You buy your shit week to
Week from the block man
I buy my shit wholesale with corn shit
Cause I know the crop man
My lawyer a beast in the courts, I'm like
"Goddamn"
I could punch a cop in his mouth and
Get community service pickin' up rock sand
Do my two hours and later on
That night meet up with 'Roxanne'
Turn on that red light
Fuck her 'til her coochie Sting
And that's a hot jam
All that gangsta shit you talkin' stop fam'
That's gon make me yell to my boys
"Wild Out!" like a Lox fan
You said your lawyer was good
He 'bout that work
But every time I turn around
You back in jail, you got that TI curse
Before you take your gun off ya belt
I'ma squeeze mine first two people died
But, you'll think one person died
With a nickname the way
I kill his grandmom and get this G mom murked

Y'all wanna know what got me mad?
That slogan "body bag"
Cause everybody that you said that you body
Bagged was already in a body bag
Lux puts Miles in a body bag
Miles put Rich in a body bag
2Much put X in a body bag
So if everybody you body bagged
Was already in a
Body bag then who did you really body bag?
Big T almost killed me but I
Jumped out the body bag
With more kicks than a karate class
A night stick and a Jabbawockeez mask
Real killers don't use evidence so what's
All with the body bag?
All Smack's name is Mr classic nigga
Not Body Bag
On my resume got four classics, one body bag
On your resume got no classics, no body bags
Know the fans wonderin' why I
Keep usin' slogan "body bags"
Cause, I just put that slogan "body
Bags" in a body bag
Now how the fuck you from Philly and got the
Blow and supposed to have the fiends itchin'
If you a Muslim that can't eat pork
And your government name is Akhiym Mickens?
Akhiym, if I get the word you
Movin' bud and got mean piff
Since these niggas Giants when
That metal lands
(Meadowlands) they'll be takin' all
Of Akhiym's (Hakeem's) Nicks
Akhiym, if I get the word you movin' crack
Ya body'll be dead on the crime scene
So for thinkin' you movin'
That rock like Rock
Like Olajuwon you must've been high 'Keem
(Hakeem)
Akhiym, if I see you overseas with with
Green tryin' to get that green
These niggas will hit you semi when you
Coming To America like Prince Akeem
Now I can keep tellin' y'all
About Akhiym and Akhiym's crew
But, I'd rather tell y'all some
Real shit that Akhiym do
Like last week I was researchin' for the
Battle, you know I was on Google
So I started clickin'
I found this nigga's wack
Ass Soundcloud page
You know me bein' the humble nigga I am
I tried to give the shit a listen
After ten seconds his music was wack
I cut it off to listen to somethin' different
And that's when I seen a
Link for a Philadelphia rap
Sheet and guess who's name was
On it Akhiym Mickens
Akhiym Mickens? Now that must
Be some crazy shit
Cause when I scrolled down it
Said your age was
25 and your date of birth was 10-27-86
So I'm thinkin' it's Tech
9 the gangsta rapper
The nigga that put in work
He prolly did a homi that he
Ain't want us all to see
Or he prolly went and stabbed some
Niggas up and poked 'em
So on the block he can be called a G
But when I keep scrollin'
Down you proved that
You more of a fraud to me cause Tech 9
Yes Tech 9 the so called gangsta rapper
Got arrested for altered writing and forgery
You are a fuckin' fraud and
As stupid as stupid gets
But, if y'all don't believe me then I'ma tell
Y'all the truth on how to Google it
When you go home tonight type
AKHIYM mICKENS then press "search"
You'll see Soundcloud music he uploaded
For the past weeks
Skip that, all that music's wack
Then go the Philadelphia rap sheet
And when y'all get there
I guarantee y'all will be applaudin' me
Cause Tech 9, yes Tech 9
The so called gangsta rapper got arrested
For altered writing and forgery
Now in URL that's a charge
We can't respect man
So it just proves that you a bitch that's
Good at bein' everybody but them self
You Mystique from X-Men
And real niggas in the hood
Can't support the felony
Cause you the opposite of Matt Damon
You'd rather impersonate than use
Your born identity (Borne Identity)
It's round two and I got 85% personal
But in that third round it's back to bars
This shit gon' get a lot worse for you

SPI two TAGE
Y'all motherfuckers get it right, Wayne AVE
You've been on Grind Time, Time Is
Money, King Of The Dot
Every battle league in the fuckin' book
Which means you a fence jumper
But, I'm surrounded by barb wire
That'll catch ya foot
While you hangin' upside down from the gate
I lean my head with that special look
And have red all over this
Noodle I get spaghetti cooked
I'll pull a blade on niggas I machete crooks
Cookin' cake like Crocker I
Got that Betty book
I come at you sideways or
Straight through ya chest
Like a fuckin' rook
Cause after I spit this sixteen
Here come the fuckin' hooks
Wayne Ave, Tech 9, T wit' a cap
Some call me Capitol
DNA, what's the code to the safe
Don't make me mad at you
Gun butts to the head or I
Can just keep smackin' you
Or I can just duct tape Charlie Clips
For collateral
I rap fire- he ain't even come
I rap fire and spit
Lighter fluid that's flammable
Best game plan in the business
I can handle you
That freestylin' shit ain't gonna be good
(Goodz) cause I'm The Animal
You ride around gettin' taped on niggas
Cause wit' the camera crew
Rare criminal, automatics I let 'em all go
Cops lookin' for me and I'm
Around everybody I'm like Waldo
If I'm backin' up on ya
Block sang that song slow
Guns New Edition so you can't 'Stand
The Rain' that AR blow
Big time drug dealer Alpo
I'm shootin' out the trunk of
The car just like Malvo
Clap niggas, round of applause
I'm yellin' "bravo"
The magazine keep on flickin'
Here come the slideshow
I've been fallin' back
Lettin' niggas get they shit off
Now it's time to shine on you niggas
If you rap and you wack I'ma ask the
Crowd to yell "time" on you niggas
Y'all irk me, annoy me
That's why I rhyme wit' the liquor
DNA, I'ma man, you'se a boy
You prolly still get the hiccups
I thought I told y'all
Niggas know I don't lolligag but fuck it
Let's get straight to the
Motherfuckin' body bag x-Factor: body bag!
Yung Ill: body bag!
Big T put your body bag in a body bag
Big T, let me explain somethin' you fat fuck
You battlin' these Neon niggas
I'm a Mack truck
I don't gotta talk about how
I let the MAC bust
Cause, I'll throw some Pacquiao jabs
Into that fat gut go 'head, act up
I've been waitin' to give ya jaw work
Ass whoopings come in all different
Flavors it's like a Starburst
Too make sure you piss in your
Pants I shoot the wall first
That Shotgun only got one shot
He better call Surf
Where you at? Where you at? Where you
At? Where you at? Where you at?
You big teddy bear, guppies can't
Swim with the sharks, this a small surf
I ain't leavin' nobody behind I
Get 'em all hurt them yellow bananas
Shots fired, when you walk out the crib
You better crawl first
Money in my pocket they thinkin'
I hit the jackpot
Ridin' dirty you'll never find nothin'
I got the stash spots
Rock band, ride with the team
I'm talkin' Matchbox
Young bulls that stomp yo' ass
Out that Philly flash mob
Diamonds, aqua blue, that Listerine stuff
We get caught we don't say
Shit that Mr bean stuff
Had my youngins pickin' up shells
Before the D's comin' hot headed rappers
They see me and then they freeze up
Nigga what?! Show me one of your best move
I've been doin' this battle rap shit
Since House Party and Krush Groove
Wire ya jaw
All you eat is applesauce and crushed food
I hang with the same niggas I grew
Up wit' cause I don't trust dudes nigga
Body bag!

Now there's been some shit that
I'm tryin' to figure out
Time and time again
Oh, what nigga would name himself
"9" instead of "10"?
But since you like nine
The minute I see you try to take what's ours
Will be the second these niggas spray clips
They'll put four in him and turn 9
To 5 like a day shift
You better watch or get clocked
When I slaughter ya men
Cause, I put both hands on 9 like
It's a quarter to 10: 00
Ya rhymes are put together
All over the place
You don't design ya schemes
That's why you never get to the point
9 like a dime of green
But, if I catch you in that 6
Tryin' to drive and ride with sluts
I'll hit and flip it over since you
Like that number 9 so much this cat pussy
My niggas will kill 9 nine times
For thinkin' he got nine lives
Ironic, when the cops came they said it
Was odd the way 9 died
How the fuck is your name "Tech
9" but you ain't shootin' well? Better yet
How the fuck is ya name Tech 9 but you
Need help from every other gun name in URL
Like for instance, when y'all think him
Vs Charlie'll be a classic
I don't respect the shit
Cause if you all know guns here's a heavy tip
Without a Clip a Tech (TEC) will never spit
Or what about when y'all
Say he'll kill Hollow?
I'm like "Hell no, you need better proof"
Cause if you all guns, a Tech
(TEC) without a bullet will never shoot
So if y'all follow shit, that means Tech
(TEC) needs a Hollow to shoot
Now that's a Hollow tip
Alls y'all wonder why he
Never battled Calicoe
It wasn't cause he wasn't a good challenger
It's cause a Calicoe and a Tech
(TEC) are both fire arms but a
Calicoe is a higher caliber
Suge is from Jersey
He'll probably do this man greasy
So of course I'll fuck with
A Shotgun over a Tech (TEC) , they jam easy
Now all you do is just joke and perform
Real rappers like us ain't seein' it like-
Real rappers like us-

(Crowd loses their shit over this
Stumble for some reason and
Smack has to ask them to "hold it down")

Real rappers ain't seein' it as odd
So that only shows that you chocolate drop
Just a battle rapper who's
A comedian at heart
Now y'all remember that phone
Conversation me, Tech
Beasley and Smack had?
When you said you was a grown man and I
Was a kid? I thought that was fuckin' silly
Cause you from Philly and you look up to
A Kid who runs your fuckin' city
Now think about it for
A second, then question
"Does he even fuck with Gilly?
Meek Milly, Beanie Sigel
Freeway, Young Gunz
I don't see you on tracks
With none of 'em cuz
It looks like everybody that's
Famous in Philly
Don't be showin' you no brotherly love
Now I know, now I know everybody's wonderin'
"Why the fuck would DNA drop
A blog about his tooth
Before the battle instead of
Just waitin' until today?"
But honestly I tried
But to be honest wit' y'all some
People ruined the element of surprise
Now this ain't a diss and I
Don't wanna get URL mad
But the only people that I told that I
Had a tooth was the URL staff
The information got leaked out, I got tight
It was the shit I was ready to say
But, I reverted back to the Yung
Ill battle and realized that I
Shouldn't have told no one at
The end of the day
Now movin' right along I'm
Still the truth nigga
And let's be honest Tech, niggas ain't come
To this battle for me or you
They came for my tooth nigga
So before I finish wildin' out and
Put Tech in a bag
I'ma talk to my old tooth cause all this
Talk about my old tooth gettin' mad
"What's up old tooth? Nigga where you been?
The last time I seen you you
Got knocked down the block
I mean if you would've came
Back sooner I mean shit
You could've had ya spot
But for the last six years you was
Never wit' me and I mean honestly
I'm tight you just decided to come back
Cause I had to waste 750
I mean I'm mad at you old tooth
You let a lot of niggas disrespect me
If you was here I would've never lost
Yung Ill would've never Duane Reade
And got that dental floss
X-Factor and Quest Mcody would've
Never had the authority
To sit there for a third round
And tell me about my priorities
I had daydreams about you tooth
I had nightmares about you tooth
Everywhere I went I thought I would see you
But since I got my new tooth and
You my old tooth I'ma be honest
I don't need you
It's round three it's gettin' hot in here
And if y'all know my slogan
Get Tech 9 and this old
Tooth the fuck outta here

(DNA throws his old tooth into the crowd)

Can y'all hear me? Well aight then
You done? Well aight then
SPI two TAGE
Y'all motherfuckers get it right, Wayne AVE
Before I start this third round and
We get back to it
I'd like to say rest in peace
To Don Cornelius and Whitney Houston
Cause outside of this suicide case and
The drugs Whitney was usin'
They did a lot of positive
Powerful things for black music
Moment of silence

Now let me get back to this violence
Number battle rapper guns
Well I got that M-16 that
Sound like a chainsaw growlin'
I barely finished high school
Wasn't even thinkin' 'bout college
Fell in love with money and drugs
Had a thing for them prize
I rap real life shit, I talk real life bars
Niggas will follow you to your crib
And kill you before you park
City of Killadel' niggas get
Murdered where I'm from
Where it's better to have it and not need
It than to get caught without one
You know how awkward it feel pickin'
Ya daughter up from daycare strapped?
When your shirt raise up by accident
And your daughter say "What's that?"
I almost cried when I lied
All I'm speakin' is facts
I'll be damned if my mother's
Gon' bury another child
It's a lot of meanin' in that
'Once Again It's On' that Hov and Sigel track
This is a marathon
You start off fast and you
Wheezin' in the back
Catch a battle rapper back stage and
Leave him bleedin' in the back
Tucked a knife in my pocket
Then order some Cognac
You new battle rappers sprint for
Fame and get some change
Battle a top nigga then choke on stage
I'm from the era of Street
Fighter and Streets Of Rage
Where we battled at the Chinese
Store to make our name
All this Twitter and social media
Done watered this shit down
One round battles? If Spittage was alive he
Would've went 106 rounds for $1
500 a nigga will stop whatever he doin'
And pick up a pen now?
Well Smack, I'm startin' to get pissed now
Every time you say, "Get him
The fuck outta here"
Pay homage to the man right here
Cause, I used it for the moment
You stole it then started your career
Monkey see, monkey do
That's the one right there
Since you like to air my shit
Then bite it, you disqualified
I'm knockin' Tyson out like Holyfield
They say I'ma battle a nigga from
Queens and I thought about Nas
I thought about 50 Cent, shit even Hollow Don
I got a text from Beasley that read
"DNA in March?"
I looked, slammed my iPhone down like
"What the fuck is goin' on?"
DNA, you ugly as fuck, I just might say
I say ignorant shit like
"Fuck you eat a dick have a nice day"
This why I tell everybody in
The world you lightweight
Cause this battle was light when
Michael Jordan played in Utah
Karl Malone might've had the
Home court advantage but
Everybody came here to see Mike play
Listen boynow I'ma freestyle champ
So I'ma do the freestyle shit
I'ma rap and punch you

(chokes)

Nah, nah, nah, nah I'm ya uncle
Listen nigga, listen nigga

(Crowd starts jeering Tech 9)

I'm ya uncle so y'all know
I got that raw base i send my nephew to the
Store to get more plates
Razor blades, more plates
Razor blades, more plates
I turn the block into a morgue place
I give him 30 out the long face
Get him the fuck outta here nigga! Body bag