I think I go insane a silent virus takes control and puts me on the screen my memory on empty hole no one to hear me scream High Tech Low Life I drown
Translation: Die Krupps. High Tech Low Life.
HIGH TECH HIGH TECH LOW LIFE I drown in information All systems overload Target of infiltration Last try to break the code A silent virus HIGH TECH HIGH TECH LOW LIFE
it back up Ugh, UGK Diamonds & Wood Hold up, yea roll up That's tight, that's right You do this right, you might have the time of ya life Dom Kennedy
! Raise the white flag, let the pants sag, fuck a drag (I'm a puff the whole bag) Yeah, it's the low down and I'm the Low-key, The O.G. niggas know me
up to the boys in blue Billy got brass balls 20 pounds on the catwalk LSD and adderal And LCD's on the wall He's watchin' every move High-tech redneck
, word to everythin', we a acre up Barbequin' like a mutt, we ain't taking nothin' A high tech extremist, Gatorade, paid ya boy some money To lay up on the low
fly squat knee high, like magnum P.I. lace my chucks up vest up this life is messed up they the fake on a playa hata, low like snake beat a snitch to
em high, fuck em all, fuck em Low, show to show, let em know, let em know what? FUCK THE INDUSTRY! fuck em high, fuck em all, fuck em low, show to show
low, lower than low Thats how I feel in the morning Lower than low, lower than low That's how I sound when you callin' Lower than low, lower than low
of Mizery Give em Mizery(ry) Bitches get with me (me) Got my nigga M-A-C (C) Gonna bring em mizery (TECH) I'm high, yall drunk..I love bud..bout to
solo tonight Just keep on thinkin' Marco Polo for life when you're... [Chorus] [Verse 3] It's the Paseo High 49th street On 47th is Gates and Sons where Tech
of the world like James Cagney Feel that agony People naggin me My ragedy life ain't worth livin sick of my aunt and uncle draggin me See me drink my life away Smokin tokin my life
em high, fuck em hard, fuck em low, show to show, let em know , let em know what? FUCK THE INDUSTRY! fuck em high, fuck em hard, fuck em Low, show to
Nina with the mo' flow, Ain't no fake in the track, Nigga, we shakin' the rap, Look at the tat's, Snake and the Bat logo, Gettin' money, fuckin' bitches on the low-low
If a nigga know the Memph I ain't the type to front I'll put any gun to you what type you want? Supply any drug for you what high you want? Bag any chick
High tech weapons everywhere We roll in the jungle In the middle of the field, they tumble Somebody gon' crumble after the rumble Urban souljah Head
