Artist: Rittz f/ Krizz Kaliko, Tech N9ne Album: Top of the Line Song: The Formula Typed by: Nickolye16@aol.com [Intro: Rittz] Yeah... nobody fuckin with us Rittz up in this bitch, when I spit I'm a warrior Still got that Crown Royal in my cup, 'bout to pour it up Biggest independent in the game, if you lame we're ignorin ya Every time I get with Tech on a track it's historical You better warn these hoes, I said [Chorus: Rittz] Watch out for your spot, here I come, I'm warning ya (warning ya...) They said that I'm hot, really I was just warmin up (warmin up...) Haters wanna see me flop, I'm out-performin 'em (performin 'em...) Everywhere we go people point at us, they wanna join us cause we makin noise We was born with the formula (formula, formula...) [Interlude: Rittz] Strange Music got the formula (formula, formula...) Tech Nina got the formula (formula, formula...) White Jesus got the formula, people wanna point at us They wanna join us cause we makin noise, we was born with the formula [Rittz] From Atlanta to the MO From the second that I connected with Tech I set the precedence Killin a beat for Seven's effortless, rappers stressin, S.O.S. So who would do or you know comin neck and neck with us? +Nobody+, I just resurrected Keith Sweat for the heck of it Sometimes I hate my aggression It gets the best of me like I was possessed and I need an exorcism 'til they hear me, I keep rushin up the field like Emmitt Smith Cocky like a boxing champ Do excuse me cause my mind is kinda like a lava lamp, +Savage+ like I'm Macho Man Go induce a logo on the side of my Versace lens Thinkin like I should be singin in a Mariachi band Hola, que pasa guey? You should really watch the way you steppin to me, fuck around and now you lost a leg And now you look like Drake in his "Degrassi" days Crippled, +Lame As Fuck+ and it ain't tough for me to spot a rotten egg Had to squash you, homie I'm a giant, I'm colossal You a cartoon drawing muh'fucker, I'm Picasso I just need a Xannie bar, a couple shots inside my nostril When I'm Michael comin harder than Lamar inside a brothel Fuck a rapper, I would rather be compared to Aristotle Where the bottle? Tech be mixin up the Caribou, where the Lou? Pussy frontin with a gun they scared of you, scared of who? Somebody better go and let 'em know that what they better do is [Chorus] [Interlude] [Tech N9ne] Pop-pop-pop-pop-pop-pop, off at the mouth How I do it so fluid, spew it, never soft as a mouse Sick as sewage, I grew it too, it's coolest talk at the house Missou' is the truest, you is foolish, flossin about Bickin it back I'm bein a better one, somethin better was never done If you wanna win this cheddar run you really better go get a gun Yes I'm packin the potion that's never lackin promotion Have you stackin and toastin cause now you rappin and grossin People set in they sin, 'bout the bread I'm makin That I made and never gave it, yo where the heck has they been? Said the label ain't charitable, gonna be checkin they chin The second they grin you really wanna step and say when But I'm in Monaco, on a boat, puffin that chronicle Dishonorable when they hate the Snake and Bat logo upon the coat So if they wanna mope and leave us you can bet I'ma vote Gassin like Conoco and killin 'em off is comical You should probably think about it 'fore you get up and you doubt it 'bout the pen game, definitely insane I will become the in thing, music will then change Take your family and friends brain, now they within Strange The formula, Rittz got it to a T That's why we gettin the sound spread around now With Tecca Nina right beside 'em you know it be goin down-diggy down-diggy down down [Chorus] [Krizz Kaliko] Yes sir Kali put the rocket in the pocket and the feet up on the dresser I eff her +So Dope+ she wanna off the God, I'm guessin I'ma bless her Jonny and Donnie, we get money, no Illuminati We show at the party, you feel it, like it let us in ya body Oddity, how did he make 'em a commodity? (OK!) Hardly handle the bustin, it's a part of me (OK!) I feel like we're pickin on other rappers and labels They ain't sittin at the table with us, able as us Maybe they division is cause they lackin in paper and we pay bills What happened to some cray deals? Snake and the Bat, we lackin on nuttin, we'd be gauge strapped Sayin that rap it ain't 'bout nothin, they be frontin frontin Takin 'em back to puttin paper in people's hands So fecal on evil people, I'm makin all the people dance I know there'll be a lot of hand grabbin and man baggin Even if they pants saggin they be damn faggots I'ma stay in creased khakis with a tan jacket They can stand back cause Sam goin HAM sandwich Bringin the same same mainstream game to the Strange team game cause the people really boring ya (OK!) When we chop it's kinda hard to understand We be - speakin like a foreigner, maybe it's the formula [Chorus]