Constantly Dirty - Tech N9ne

Yeah man…

Niggaz think it’s all peaches and cream

Shit’s hard right now man, it’s real shit.

Me and my road dogs man on this one

We stay constantly dirty, grittin for our shit

y’know what I’m sizzlin?

Ain’t nobody every gave me nothin, I’m on my own

I was down and dirty when I was young but now I’m grown

And I continue to struggle ya heard me

Me and my niggaz in the course and we constantly dirty

Ain’t nobody ever gave me a thang in my lifetime

So I’m on my own, standin strong, holdin chrome

Disrespect my Villians, get 'em gone, early mo’n

On the co’n, get my hustle on

I stays dirty — chippin, choppin, flippin birdies

I’m pushin’thirty, vision clear, I’m never blurry

Plottin plans, strategic mission, I’m on my toes

I stays with fam my mans, to shake these fuckin foes

Lord knows all the different situations, trials and tribulations

Aggrevations that a nigga’s facin

I get complacent that’s my ass, I’m a memory

They spillin liquor on the curb when they mention me

But they’re ain’t no fear in me, get it how you live

That’s if you hearing me then dug down and dig

Lace your boots man, prepare for the struggle

Stay in them trenches, hella dirty, grit and hustle

Nigga…

I got a pocket full of G’s, I’m constantly servin

My Nina knock him to his knees, I’m constantly dirty

Super Villian, check my powers, I get the early worm

Chop with choppers, lose the coppers with just a single turn

True to life, through the mic, they got me tellin stories

With the fame and the lights, I feed my territory

Gutter livin with precision, them busters know they phony

Flip my profit keep on rockin it for my dead homies

They wanna follow my shadow and waddle in the mud

It’s the infallible cannibal with the dirty gloves

«Absolute» with this «Power» they call me realistic

Savage Bakarii still comin up off that fetal living

Givin my life, to the night, on the dirty

All my might, when it’s right, then I strike on them early

Twisted like livin dirty, super savage, I’m out to get that bread

Gutter livin; that’s my habit until I rest my head

Which one of y’all can I holla at when it’s time to pay rent?

And who you think’s gonna loan me money when my last bread is spent?

I got an even shorter list of people to call on when I’m in a pinch

So I might just walk around with my jaws clenched like The Grinch

I’m, headed for trouble cuz I can’t sit here and struggle

How do I bubble if I don’t get out and hustle?

I’m in the wind put the spud on my muzzle

Put on my hood, grab my gloves and my shovel

Tie up my boots because the mud it gets thick

And hit a lick so quick, they think I love this shit

It’s real life gutter livin, nigga comin straight from the brain

Some handle the pressure and others break from the pain

It’s been fifteen other damnedest and ain’t nothin changed but the weather

Times’still gettin harder and niggaz can’t stick together

All through my teens, my twenties, even when I’m thirty

T-Will'll be gritty, grimey, constantly dirty…

Yo!

Ain’t nobody gave me nothin but God

He gave me talent, these civilians perpetrating the fraud

That point is valid, got niggaz sayin they made me

The only thing that was made was music cuz nobody ever properly paid me

Don’t get it twisted, that little money was appreciated

It got me out there again, glad that’s alleviated

But the nigga that say I didn’t have a followin

before Mitchell Bade hit the streets must be inebriated

Soon as Mitch hit, it hit!

Because we some talented motherfuckers but they still talk shit

Keep th