Speed Of Sound (Acapella) - Tech N9ne

I be comin like a auto but I’m murderin everything

I’m a killa wit the mission to flip it

I’m sick wit the givin, the lip I be itchin to give it

A wif of the wicked, I stick it wit the quick and they diggin it!

NIGGA!

Like I said it befo' I’m a get up and go

And get it, because I’m Mr. Malignant, keepin' you riveted

Livin' it, paligiment, sin a bit

And a chick in a minute, Tecca Nina be kickin' it

I flow for the middle west, go for your little neck

Don’t let me get it, but your hoe, I’m a get it wet

Stop and drop, on top of twat, in your kitchen

Not the guap, I pop without an admission

Hailin' from Mizzery

You can smell out the hell in the thizzery, just remember me

Bustin' deliveries and I’m makin' them shivvery

I’m takin' my little city to lyrical liberty

I go for the gusto and lead the ground

No bush to beat around

All the midwest choppers on this track and yes, oh, we are down

Tecca Nina wit Bone, everybody gets on, all the MCs we a clown

And we do it like a bullet, from a gun, or better yet, the speed of sound!