Letra P.O.W. (feat. marley young) Tech N9Ne

P.O.W. (feat. marley young)

Legendary shit when they see me they salute
Blew the brains out the coot
Inside peanut butter, outside Uzi
If I tell em they gon shoot
Respect my, respect my moves
I'ma Rap God when it come to this music
Res-
Respect my moves
I'm a Rap God when it come to this music

Got plaques on the wall just to show you where I've been
And I'm still independent

They call this Tech to spray
When they wanna get the rawness and get true cray
Exalted evolved shit, yes today
People caught it like crawfish (Étouffée)
Who do I catch now? (Who?)
With this vicious attack style
Maybe too intricate for the black crowd
Who lack prowess whoever don't know I'm high in the rap cloud (What)
Must be searching for crack valves (That's wild)
Worldwide Choppers platinum
Drop it low girl I gotcha flappin' 'em (Yeah, yeah)
Thorough like fatha, stackin' 'em
If niggas wanna hurl spite offers, @'n em (Bitch)
Independent, in this I'm the landlord you the tenant (Right)
Still so heavy some of the newer rappers them lint (Yep)
If you want some type of sin sent
You will have no mutha fuckin remnants
Got plaques on the wall, relax when ya call
Me a hasbeen in rappin' 'cause when I get ta yappin the real I'm like Katt onto y'all
The great snake and bat won the brawl
You all like Jake Paul gettin' cracked in the jaw
So never will my passion dissolve song is (Pow) like I was totin' a strap in my drawls

Walk around this bitch like money ain't shit
I ain't payin' what I spent
When you a legend all you really need to have is a pen
When I sign it you will get it
I got plaques on the wall just to show you where I've been
And I'm still independent

Got plaques on the wall just to show you where I've been
And I'm still independent

I'm where Ikey be
It's incredible if you could witness the life we see
Someone you been waitin to catch up on IG me
Sayin' I don't got no fuckin beef with no ICP
It's like we, 3 lights be free
Of the bully ish fully rich and no fights we flee
But I see glee on vacay I see p
Poppin all on me at a resort up on Waikiki
With no slumber the bitch foes wonder
Is the N9na trippin' off when they did No Jumper? (Nah)
Was no fumblers (Nah) and no blunders
True after the Wicked Wonka we did mo' numbers (Yep)
How could they know about the killer clown in KC? (Right)
Who terrorized the youngins in the early 80's (Yep)
Then 94 I became wicked painted face me (What)
Became the clown their underground did not create me
(I got bigger though)
I said sick wid it records and I said Trav really dug Master P
Actually, the path for me with the juggalo a brotha flow nastily
So I rap to thee really rapidly they clap at me attackin' me when I say they were last to see
Gas from me after the bangers and college kids and metal heads planted these plaques with me

Legendary shit when they see me they salute
Blew the brains out the coot
Inside peanut butter, outside Uzi
If I tell em they gon shoot
Respect my, respect my moves
I'ma Rap God when it come to this music
Res-
Respect my moves
I'm a Rap God when it come to this music

Got plaques on the wall just to show you where I've been
And I'm still independent