This is a song about "In tech"

In the country , in the villages , in the earth and universe

Tried them didn't work, got impossible standards, nothing i ever do works

Just maybe this verbal tech, words'll affect this nervous wreck!

While everybody got ammunition on deck

Gin makes me sin

Taskforce reporting in

(slow) i want my pay check on saturdays tech yea yea check

Ready to watch? i'm a slip it in the tape deck

Blew twenty bands in that king of diamonds

In proving improvement in chunks,

Tech nine for punchlines, hopsin for quick blows

And them hating ass niggas, we ain’t like those

A lil, signed, sealed, delivered

In every thought, in every word

So as soon as i hear y'al on some real pro black

If i show you my tech would you fuckin talk back