The Formula

(album: Top Of The Line - 2016)

[Intro:]
Yeah
Nobody fucking 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
Best independent in the game, if you lames ain't know it yet
Every time I get with Tech on a track it's historical
You better warn these hoes, I said...

[Hook:]
Watch out for your spot if I come, I'm warning ya
They said that I'm not ready, I was just warming up
Haters wanna see me flop, I'm out-performing 'em
Everywhere we go people point at us
They wanna join us cause we making noise
We was born with the formula
Strange Music got the formula
Tech Nina got the formula
White Jesus got the formula
People wanna point at us
They wanna join us cause we making noise
We was born with the formula

[Verse 1 – Rittz:]
From Atlanta to the MO
From the second that I connected with Tech I set the precedents
Killing the beat for Seven's effortless.
Rappers stressing us, so what's or who it do
You know who coming neck to neck with us
Nobody – I'm just resurrecting Keith Sweat for the heck of it
Sometimes I hate my aggression it gets the best of me
Like I was possessed. I need a exorcist.
'Till they hear me I keep rushing 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 level on the side of my Versace lens
Swinging like I should be singing in a Mariachi band
Hola, qué pasa wey?
You should really watch the way you stepping 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 rotting egg
Had to SWAT you, homie I'm a dragon I'm colossal
You a cartoon drama, fucker I'm Picasso
I just need a Xannie bar, couple shots inside my nostril
When I'm Michael coming harder than Amar inside a brothel
Fuck a rapper, I would rather be compared to Aristotle, where the bottle?
Simply miss another Caribou, where the Lou
Pussy fronting with a gun they scared of you, scared of who
Somebody better go and let them know that what they better do is

[Hook:]
Watch out for your spot if I come, I'm warning ya
They said that I'm not ready, I was just warming up
Haters wanna see me flop, I'm out-performing 'em
Everywhere we go people point at us
They wanna join us cause we making noise
We was born with the formula
Strange Music got the formula
Tech Nina got the formula
White Jesus got the formula
People wanna point at us
They wanna join us cause we making noise
We was born with the formula

[Verse 2 – Tech N9ne:]
Pop pop pop pop pop pop, off at the mouth
How I do it so fluid spewing 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, flossing about
Bicking it back and I'm being a better one, something better was never done
If you wanna win this cheddarrun you really better go get a gun
Yes I'm packing the potion that's never lacking promotion
Have you stacking and toasting cause now you rapping and grossing
People set in they sin, 'bout the bread I'm making
That I made and never gave it yo where the heck is they been?
Said the label ain't charitable, gonna be checking they chin
The second they grin you really want it 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'm a vote
Gassing like conoco and killing 'em off is comical
You should probably think about it for 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
Got the formula
Rittz got it to a T that's why we getting the sound spread around now
With Tecca N9na right beside 'em you know it be going down diggy-down diggy-down-down!

[Hook:]
Watch out for your spot if I come, I'm warning ya
They said that I'm not ready, I was just warming up
Haters wanna see me fly by my [?]
Everywhere we go people point at us
They wanna join us cause we making noise
We was born with the formula

[Verse 3 – Krizz Kaliko:]
Yes sir
Kali put the rocket in the pocket and the feet upon the dresser
At first, although she wanna off the God, I'm guessing I'm a blesser
With get money, no Illuminati
We show at the party, you feel like it [?] anybody
How did he, how did he make killa commodity?
Finally had half of the vicinity so part of me
I feel like I'm digging on other rappers and labels
They ain't sitting at the table with us, [?] with us
Maybe they devisionless cause they lacking in paper and we pay bills
What happened to some cray deals
Snake and a bat [?] we be gauge strapped
Say it whack and ain't about nothing', they be fronting fronting
Taking 'em back to putting paper in people's hands
So [?], I'm making all the people dance
[?] hand grabbing 'em, man battling
Even if they pants sagging they be damn faggots
I'm a stay in crease khakis with a tan jacket
They can stand back and say I'm going ham sandwich
Bringing the same same mainstream game to the Strange team game cause the people really boring 'em
And the Choppers be kinda hard to understand when they speaking like a foreigner, maybe it's the formula

[Hook:]
Watch out for your spot if I come, I'm warning ya
They said that I'm not ready, I was just warming up
Haters wanna see me fly by my [?]
Everywhere we go people point at us
They wanna join us cause we making noise
We were born with the formula