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Hi Tech

Hip-Hop/Rap

Hi Tech was released on September 27, 2025 by Tora as a part of the album Hi Tech - Single

Song Details

AlbumHi Tech - Single

Release DateSeptember 27, 2025

LabelTora

LanguageEnglish

Melodicness

Acousticness

Valence

Danceability

Energy

BPM87

OVERVIEW

LYRICS

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS

Tora

Performer

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

Robert Tyler Dunston

Robert Tyler Dunston

Lyrics

PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING

Yuno Millenia

Producer

Lyrics

Uh,

Yours truly

My predecessors,

Manifested my blessings,

Is all I got,

The adolescent conveying,

His way and up out the box,

My nana praying everyday,

Taught me discipline my thoughts,

I’ll never wait for a miracle,

My spirits will prolly rot,

See I live from right down the block,

As a chip that shouldered a lot

Living check to check,

Or debt to debt to assets sold,

To console the rent,

And with gunfire syringes hatred lies and good intentions,

Get deformed like bad religion,

Am I the only one listening,

To the war goin on inside,

The system is cracked,

The vision is back,

As for me nothing to look at

A mirror in fact,

Showing you what you had lacked,

This a public execution of weak shit,

This the archeological dig for your hidden secrets,

This is murphys law serving under police visits,

This is too much alcohol got you ****’s relief spillin,

Keep you dawg on a leash,

Unless you plan to leave wit em,

Push that weak shit to the side,

All my niners down to ride,

Catchin you lackin,

Either that or he gon get caught by surprise,

Your reaction,

Look like magic happen right in front his eyes,

Choreographing all my ****’s got they motion on that time,

Autographing on my artwork,

Signature of Gods,

That why my shit make y’all heart work,

When I put beat on a line,

Remember back the car wouldn’t start now we all got drive,

And I self identify as that **** y’all shouldn’t try,

9 holder 9 roll up 9 pole up,

9 lives,

Mine go up I blow up,

Just to show how I’m bout mines,

But I rather put you on a poster,

Wral channel 9,

Word through the vines,

That that **** tora be divine,

I put pressure on a normal ****,

That ain’t hard to find,

Press a button send a fuck ****,

Straight up to the sky,

Say they can’t fuck wit us,

Wu tang mob ties,

And I’m a killer hornet,

Nc got some shit up on em,

Cause when I jump in the water,

Know I plan on wettin sumn,

Ring that bell like tibetan monks,

Boy know dis ain’t what you want,

But I give it to em,

Like I owe em sumn,

The control y’all runn,

Need to audible plays,

John madden would move that way,

Y’all bottle up empty half way,

Tora swallowed a sentry gun,

And since he begun,

To spit fye til ****’s become buried in ash trays,

And I still won’t give up my past ways,

Like who give a fuck bout a bad day,

And I know I’m a problem they gon need a math break,

If I gave em my weight they need a back brace,

These lines too dope for the crack game

But I might get ya hoe lemme crack gang,

Don’t talk on the tora no bad name,

You wish you could body the exact same,

And if I die it’ll prolly be fast lane,

After the cash came,

Intense like black frames

Makin it hit til it shine like a flash bang,

Hope all y’all whack **** try do the same thing,

To be called king you my offspring,

And nobody outta all things,

Ball tall yao ming,

Hear one faw from a loud beam,

Thats a 45 that’ll down beings,

And one call police scenes,

The outside ain’t for weakling,

Written by: Robert Tyler Dunston

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