Einstein [Turkish translation]

[Verse 1]

If you got scratch, nigga, get the fuck up

Throw your hands up if you hella fucked up

Einstein, Tech N9ne, two triple zip

Crack a jaw, whip 'em all if they wanna trip

Ladies with the bar codes, meet me after this

Maybe you can show me the meaning of abyss

Everybody on the wall, momma is a bzzz

Had her at the Budgetel stroking on my dzzz

This ones for the psychos, gang bangers and sluts

Bumbs holding the pipe those college graduate fucks

I feel for no foes, I kill till I close my trap

I'm ill when I flow and you never doze when I rap

Tech Tech, give me women and much alcohol and I'm straight

Eat drink and be merry, yo, come tomorrow might be your fate

Yo, look, look over there

It's that nigga with the hair

TECH and Juan, what a pair

The rest equals MC squares

What?

[Hook]

Who got this motherfucking house on lock?

Einstein, Tech N9ne, dwam

Who keeps it sizzling? Who keeps it hot

Einstein, Tech N9ne, dwam

KC, MO, Roll

KC, MO, Roll

[Verse 2]

Everybody witness, my soul sickness

If you dig Tech when he's twisted, then go get this

Bringing the house down when I rip shit like the plates shifted

Angels come in many shades either drunk or lifted

The Einstein, meaning gifted, too slick to get with

Two years ago, my shit was broke, but now I fixed it with the quickness

You missed it when I used to roll with misfits and Nitwits

But now who I do biz with ain't none of yo business

Blood thirst in the church now, the earth's the worst

Clutch your purse when we lurk cause we cursed from work

Trying to party like a motherfucka, broke as a joke

Don't hire me, but you arrest me when I'm selling my dope

So who's the Einstein in N9ne N9ne, Tech N9ne I'm

Crime mind in my prime rhyme time

I'm mixing one fifty-one with Malibu rum

And pineapple juice among all my angels and wicked ones

[Bridge]

We're the party people night and day

Living crazy is the only way

Einstein, get you where I got you when I'm on it

Einstein, rock it like you mother fuckers want it

[Hook]

[Verse 3]

What do we say to haters off top?

Haters got beef, they thinking we got

We gonna get postal if it don't stop

You can get ghost or you can get shot

Generation X gonna party 'til the death

Anybody tripping getting greeted with a stretch

Taking everything and we're leaving nothing left

Demons gotta die have 'em breathing last breaths

I feel that I got will and I'm gonna bill 'til I'm killed

Bell till I bail, if I fail, then I'm gonna steal what I will

Tech is a realist, running with killers, you better vill this

Be the witness to the coldest

When I hold this dick, they break camp when I flow this

Einstein go the ill route

Throw up your hands if you're villed out or if you're real sauced

I told you all I'm cold dog I flows, all heat

I'm representing Rogue Dog, Rogue Dog, 57th street

What?

[Hook]

• Artist:Tech N9ne