Lyrics Tech N9ne – Road Rage

Intro-Reversed
It’s my lane you fly or you die mayne
Deny that we hype don’t even try mayne
Rely on this guy to give you migraines

Chorus

This is road rage, this is, this is road rage
This is cold days, this is, this is cold days
Never on your page, this forever flow stays
This is road rage, this is, this is road rage

As the stars start falling,
But it fell all the way down under the underground
There is where we create Strangeland (BOOM)
You know what I’m saying right there

Tech N9ne
Get the fuck out of my way
I don’t be givin a fuck
Never come into my lane
Nigga, we choppin em up
Here we’ll be givin em pain
And then we hit with a truck
That is the name of the game
When you be fuckin wit us

Make a path for a nigga, you better be ready to get the cash for a nigga
We break and we crush and we slash every nigga
And if you think any better we gonna blast on a nigga
I’m yellin on you because you ain’t on my level
You cannot beat me so you say that I’m a devil
Can’t nobody get me when the foot is on the pedal

This my lane you fly or you die mayne
Deny that we hype don’t even try mayne
Rely on this guy to give you migraines
Screamin’ on you demons A.Y.
Aim to fry thangs

Chorus
This is road rage, this is, this is road rage
This is cold days, this is, this is cold days
Never on your page, this forever flow stays
This is road rage, this is, this is road rage

This is our lane nigga, stay in your own mothafuckin lane
I’m sick of yellin on you motherfuckers
Imma let my young nigga merc y’all ass

Irv Da Phenom
Un-fuck withable come get it, no?
Some get it go when they trippin’ on the tire smoke
‘Cause you minimal and I’m a general
Plus I’m finna blow and have you niggas runnin for survival
I know, you probably thought that trash you spit was real hot
Why don’t, you hand the microphone to me and go get a real job
‘Cause that ain’t dope boy
Somebody please tell this po’ boy
We ain’t playin games no mo’ boy
We hoggin up the lane and goin insane for the dough boy
Don’t you eva eva come here no mo’ boy
Cause we don’t play the wack shit
We beast on every track that we be on
Better wake up, you sleep on the elite homes

Your flow’s like a Prius, paint it pink with little flower decals
Mine’s like a mothafuckin monsta truck
Finna ride and crush anybody on the street now
Hop into your city and they ready to geek out
You pick up the mic and they ready to leave out
Meanwhile I’m back stage with a bad thick broad and
Imma bout to bring her and the freak out

Get out my lane (right)
You ain’t talkin about a thang unless it’s about some change
And I’m off the chain (right)
Imma give it to ya broad and beat it out the frame
And I ain’t playin (right)
And I got one thang I gotta bring to this game, it’s Damon Wayans
Damon Wayans? Yeah nigga that’s major pain

Chorus
This is road rage, this is, this is road rage
This is cold days, this is, this is cold days
Never on your page, this forever flow stays
This is road rage, this is, this is road rage