Blown Away - Tech N9ne

I know y’all don’t see me on TV

Or hear me on the radio

But you industry brats

Better check billboard and polestar

Before y’all get to cryin'

About who get seniority at these shows

Especially when compared to me

Y’all ain’t shit on stage

I hit the stage, grab the mic

And blow 'em all away, I blow 'em all away

(Superstars) But they know I blow 'em all away, hey

The gig is over, the gig is over (Bitty bye-bye)

The gig is over, the gig is over when (Ayy, play)

The kid is older and gettin' colder (Many fly by)

But his will hold you, so listen closer to

A-A-R-O-N, they dissin' and twistin' my name

Because Aaron is scarin' these glitz spittin' pricks in the game

Hit with this gift, everybody get a whiff of this script and it’s pain

Gotta talk about the people with an attitude

Who hiss me and slipped in my lane

I’ve been wrecking crowds for a long second now

Got 'em guessin' how Tech is blessed

And yes, the best in-town rep

I’m the real, I keep it trill and when I spit

I ain’t spillin' 'bout my million, it’s the feeling that you get

With this underground headliner, mainstream ignored a bro

And they be petty, so jealousy is sure to show

But they rich and got more to blow and every thing’s affordable

But they gotta go before me because their stage show is horrible

I hit the stage, grab the mic

And blow 'em all away, I blow 'em all away

(I blow 'em all away, I blow 'em all away)

(Superstars) But they know I blow 'em all away, hey

(I blow 'em all away, I blow 'em all away)

They may be platinum, but they know

I blow 'em all away, I blow 'em all away

(I blow 'em all away, I blow 'em all away)

(Superstars) But they know I blow 'em all away, hey

(I blow 'em all away, I blow 'em all away)

Why you do me like that girl?

You know, I love your mama

I just wanted to have a bite with her or somethin'

Didn’t go get up on that show to fight with her or nothin'

It was Keyshia Cole, Eric Benét, Gorilla Zoe, Tech N9na and T. I

But Keyshia was actin' bia-bia

Why she actin' like a (What?), like a (What?)

She ain’t know I grab the mic and light it (Up), light it (Up)

She say, «She don’t know me»

But I’m the number one independent in the country

Man, she the only one actin' funky

And the people at the summer jam, they want me

She say, «She ain’t going on before somebody that’s local»

And she went postal and loco, saying, «her not closing, is a no-go»

Down talked me real low though

'Bout how she got more doe and just did a TV promo

No show better than the MO bro with the S and M logo

Damn baby, much success is sittin' in your favor

Slam the N9na Tech before considerin' the data

Fans waited, so we went, so she’d get it for later

But Frankie said, «Excuse my daughter, she’s a bit of a hater»

Dwamn!

I hit the stage, grab the mic

And blow 'em all away, I blow 'em all away

(I blow 'em all away, I blow 'em all away)

(Superstars) But they know I blow 'em all away, hey

(I blow 'em all away, I blow 'em all away)

They may be platinum, but they know

I blow 'em all away, I blow 'em all away

(I blow 'em all away, I blow 'em all away)

(Superstars) But they know I blow 'em all away, hey

(I blow 'em all away, I blow 'em all away)

Ayy, ayy, check it, I understand seniority

But in this case, on this show, I’m a top priority

In Lawrence, you’re minority and I’m the majority

Check it, I was young and broke

But I’d fetch it, if it was freshest

Shoveled snow for the Eric B. and Rakim record

Promoters called us and said

«We got this show and want you to close us»

Ghostface and Brother Ali rockin' with a band in 'Sota

We couldn’t wait to see Rakim rock, but he never ever showed up

He swole up 'cause he didn’t wanna go up before us

Man, what’s wrong with these people?

Think that the world gotta kiss their asses

500 capacity but you wanna get 200 passes

Thought it was about gouda, 40 Water told me

«N9na, get your cabbage, stay savage and ravage the average»

Y’all better hope radio and video

Keep me from slithering into they circle

I’ll change it, that’s why they shivering

Rakim the god?

He just missed the king’s delivering

'Cause they know they’ll fall

And I’ll blow them all to smithereens

I hit the stage, grab the mic

And blow 'em all away, I blow 'em all away

(I blow 'em all away, I blow 'em all away)

(Superstars) But they know I blow 'em all away, hey

(I blow 'em all away, I blow 'em all away)

They may be platinum, but they know

I blow 'em all away, I blow 'em all away

(I blow 'em all away, I blow 'em all away)

(Superstars) But they know I blow 'em all away, hey

(I blow 'em all away, I blow 'em all away)

Real, real spill, yeah, baby girl

I know I ain’t the only one that know you could be bitchy

You know what I’m sizzlin'?

Ol' boy, I know I ain’t the only one that know you could be bitchy

Do your research before you down somebody else

Get off your high horse

Keyshia Cole, get off your high horse

Rakim, get off your high horse

Industry, get off your high horse

Yeah