Artist: Tech N9ne f/ CES Cru Album: Strangeulation Vol. II Song: PBSA Typed by: Nickolye16@aol.com [Intro] 1, 2, 3, 4 5, 6, 7, 8 9, 10 (When I got up today, to play and slay) 11, 12 (When I got up today, to play play play) 13, 14 (When I got up today, to play and slay) 15, 16 (When I got up today, to play and slay) [Tech N9ne] Chest out, ten toes down Left routes been shown now, Tech shouts them foes frown Next bout you stretched out, we test clout when in yo' town Ex'd out, full of that doubt cause the best house we HOLD GROUND! Better run now, don't come around my way Gonna be dumbfound when the gun sounds cause sundown is my day Meanin I don't sleep, but yo' food yes I'm gon' eat, alone peep Anybody tryna get the grown seat better gone, it's gonna be a long week! (Rah rah rah!) That's what they talkin, a lot of 'em bumpin they chops But they can never compare to the winner, they simply be givin me somethin to knock {*boom*} I slay wack, just play back my hits So you better stay back on this great track cause I made that my BITCH! You wantin this, I'm on a mission too So you ain't gonna get what you wanna get, this one I'm kickin through Hit they mama, quit the trauma, hid dishonor gets to shoot If you want a bitch, a ton of shit since I'ma hit your crew (true) 'Bout to knock you out yo' skin, go in body then I'ma go chin Place your bets, you're gonna hate the Tech cause I'ma break your neck, we ain't no kin Dreams and hopes will be broken when that flow spin, I'ma fo' sho' sin Level-headed when the rebel get it, heavy metal fetish when I go IN! [Chorus: Tech N9ne] PLAY BALL! SLAY ALL! PLAY BALL! SLAY ALL! (1, 2) PLAY BALL! (3, 4) SLAY ALL! (5, 6) PLAY BALL! (7, 8) SLAY ALL! [Godemis] War paint on my mean mug, accolades I got dumb clout Back to back I run mad laps whether sun's down or the sun's out Sara Jay on my side arm, y'all ain't tryna see me with guns out With mo' anger, that's no-brainer so y'all niggaz better run routes! [Ubiquitous] Yo, I heard somethin 'bout anybody can get it, I'm with it, I'm comin for son's crown When I hit him he done after one count, yeah I'm livin, I love it, my lungs' loud And I come from the scrumma, the scrimmage I did it, I done it like what now We can put up some butter and do it no stutter, but put up or shut up your bum mouth! That was your move, took a chump out, I'm so old school Yeah, say hi to my little friend, kill 'em with the pen, make the dynamite go boom! {*boom*} Talk about big ballin, and it may seem like I'm stallin When I'm starin out at that wall and bombin like Babe Ruth when I call it Yes y'all'in, and my bet's all in, heck nah, never let y'all win In the game everything a test to check to see who could really hang like a net, all in Come and train with the CES yeah, it's no thing little buddy, I can bang with the best in the biz You better be savin all of your breath for the gym Gotta run until there ain't nothin left in the lid Bruh let's get it in, you heard me, chewed 'em up, I'm done early Suited up in my jersey, feelin like who or what could come serve me Y'all too corrupt to come prove to us, your kung-fu you suck, you're unworthy +Dirty+ like Harry makin my day - tell 'em I come to slay when I play, BREAK! [Chorus] [Godemis] K.I.M. and I kill shit, you could say that I slay turds D.I.B. and I K.I.S., y'all L.A.F. and those ain't words On my D.O.B. I was D.O.A. but I came up out of that coma homie O.D.B., I take no T.O., I'm like Oscar Meyer with no bologna Killer and I'm dealin 'em, I'm wavy; sinner in the center of a stadi- -um, ya numb and now I'ma go gorilla, for reala, fuck I'm off the wall for reala And I'm an inaudible offense, as often, as needed Y'all slower than molasses, run screen passes, Weeden Uh, ya get hit with a blitz boy just for thinkin that they couldn't catch this And when I run amock I'm puttin numbers up, go and take you a look at my stats bitch My contract's got no cap, and the money is under the mattress I stay high like A.I., what the fuck are we talkin 'bout, practice? [Chorus]