Technique

Trouble in Badmon City!
When we last saw our heroes - Konata and The Disciple Theory Were facing off with a villain of the likes they had never seen before Is this the end? Find out now
In the return of “The Bang”

Whew, sheesh
Can't mess with the technique
(This is the first obstacle, if you want to pass on to the next) Whew, sheesh
Can't mess with the technique
(You'll have to fight me now)

Welcome to the jungle where they dyin' every day though 
Food chain, I'm on top, never gotta lay low
Come through like an 808 boomin', boomin'
cnd I'm livin' luxe like I'm Luna
Doin' it, doin' it,
Livin' on Easy Street, while I've been being a beast 
Livin' with no retreats, that's how I be in the streets 
I'm like the Peter Parker with a meaner model
You don't win if I don't
Oh you don't know about him
I'm a livin' breathin' superhe-role model

Whew, sheesh
Can't mess with the technique 
Can't mess with the technique 
Whew, sheesh
Can't mess with my technique 
Can't mess with the technique

You cannot mess with the technique
(Don't underestimate him, he has a special technique)

Some take it literal
I know the bars so deep, it's criminal
I know my arms got reach like ten of ‘em
Call me general, I get salutes at minimum
I'm killin' them though
While they never made it they've been hella hatin' 
Elevated but I'm still in the know
I am him, so the bed is him-ah-layin'
On the top never hidden below
I'm in overtime
cnd I've been going in overdrive
Manz don't get here overnight
Tell them, dem betta hold deh line (HOLD THE LINE) 
Imma lick a shot in the sky for the victory huddle
For all of the years in the hustle
The blood and the sweat and the tears in a puddle 
Still they gon' tell you they love you
Tell them they don't want no trouble

Can't mess with my technique 
Can't mess with the technique
(You ain't seen nothin' yet, why, he could take three of you and beat you all)

Hand down, man down
Never gonna stand down
I stand out, and I'll never take a hand out
It's planned out, and it don't matter how it pans out
The man now, the greatness
They seein', they can't doubt
The props goin', the opps know it
I wonder what the cops gon' do if I stop showin' up
I'm givin' them knots in their stomach, the pots blowin' up 
Callin' me the Pac of the moment
Your head, hold it up to the sky
I told my youngins that the moon will rise
That means you got another day to be immortalized
I took the weight up off my shoulder, gave it all to God 
That's why I cherish my time like an cudemars Piguet 
Yeah, I gots to go
I'm sick with a toxic flow
I'm doing flips over obstacles
I came here just to rock the boat 
cnd now I'm home
Sittin' on the top, you know!

Konata and The Disciple Theory It's the return of “The Bang”

Whew, sheesh
You can not mess with my technique Whew, sheesh
You can not, you can not
Mess with my technique
You cannot mess with my technique You cannot, you cannot
Mess with my technique