Praise KOD lyrics - Tech N9ne (feat. Ryan Bradley)
[Ryan Bradley:]
Enter in my castle and you'll bow down
You'll hear the sounds
Feel my fortress rumble as the walls
Come crashing down
Let my words possess you and your mind
Your mind, your mind
If there is a God, look up and you'll find
You will find
[Tech N9ne:]
(Praise KOD)
LAJFA! Last words spoken by my mom
Heaven opened on June 6th, mama's on the first day smoking
So many emotions
Sipping on my potion, choking, black slime's taken over my body
So much it will contaminate the ocean (I'm not joking)
Get 'em up, wanna bust, with enough of anguish
I'ma clutch and he trust when he touch, my name is so famous
I'm adjusting a bunch of stuff, my brain it grows heinous
And I'm loving that rough and tough and tainted, so dangerous
People piling in to peep it
So many step inside to see the secrets
Really I'm a rabble-rousing reverend
Writing in reefer, risen and rippin' a wretched rhyme, release it
Blood in my mucus, turn it into mud I should've gutted the lupus
That bug is intrusive, what the government uses
To turn love into nuisance, and shoving a big drug in your juices
Wondering if I'ma bust and light Islam up
If I'm the number synonymous with anonymous
The drama just equal Osama nuts
You crazy, that's why they honor us, listen to it
I am not professin' to be the highest in heaven
So I say with no discretion, this is a K-O-D session
So if any wanna question, you pro'lly should get to steppin'
Cause you 'bout to hear the lesson of twenty minus eleven
[Ryan Bradley:]
Enter in my castle and you'll bow down
You'll hear the sounds
Feel my fortress rumble as the walls
Come crashing down
Let my words possess you and your mind
Your mind, your mind
If there is a God, look up and you'll find
You will find
Praise KOD [x7]
[Tech N9ne:]
(My word is spreading all over the world)
Parents get this for your children
Help me carry on this love that I'm buildin'
So many years I have been drillin' through ceilings
With a pack of villains, minimal killing, lord willin'
Inshallah, really just sent Allah
What a Christian just saw, evil winning
Don't know what it meant to y'all when death went to Maude
But it really bent the KOD, please no grinning
What can I do, to make you believe
All this beautiful music I conceive
I'm taking out the pain and times the Nina grieves
And putting it to music, now you heard to leave
For your spirits I covet, that doesn't say "Devil worshipper", does it?
Good and evil, I got ooze and oodles of it
And I got so many more followers comin' and I love it
I wonder why everybody's insane when they come to Strange
They had my mother locked up in chains like she was deranged
I'm takin' aim on every lame, they're gonna see the change
Watchin' my brain darken the game
[Ryan Bradley:]
Enter in my castle and you'll bow down
You'll hear the sounds
Feel my fortress rumble as the walls
Come crashing down
Let my words possess you and your mind
Your mind, your mind
If there is a God, look up and you'll find
You will find
Praise KOD [x7]
[Tech N9ne:]
My blood runs through this music forever living through you
[Ryan Bradley:]
Enter in my castle and you'll bow down
You'll hear the sounds
Feel my fortress rumble as the walls
Come crashing down
Let my words possess you and your mind
Your mind, your mind
If there is a God, look up and you'll find
You will find
(Praise KOD)
[Tech N9ne:]
Welcome to Strangeulation Volume II
Enter in my castle and you'll bow down
You'll hear the sounds
Feel my fortress rumble as the walls
Come crashing down
Let my words possess you and your mind
Your mind, your mind
If there is a God, look up and you'll find
You will find
[Tech N9ne:]
(Praise KOD)
LAJFA! Last words spoken by my mom
Heaven opened on June 6th, mama's on the first day smoking
So many emotions
Sipping on my potion, choking, black slime's taken over my body
So much it will contaminate the ocean (I'm not joking)
Get 'em up, wanna bust, with enough of anguish
I'ma clutch and he trust when he touch, my name is so famous
I'm adjusting a bunch of stuff, my brain it grows heinous
And I'm loving that rough and tough and tainted, so dangerous
People piling in to peep it
So many step inside to see the secrets
Really I'm a rabble-rousing reverend
Writing in reefer, risen and rippin' a wretched rhyme, release it
Blood in my mucus, turn it into mud I should've gutted the lupus
That bug is intrusive, what the government uses
To turn love into nuisance, and shoving a big drug in your juices
Wondering if I'ma bust and light Islam up
If I'm the number synonymous with anonymous
The drama just equal Osama nuts
You crazy, that's why they honor us, listen to it
I am not professin' to be the highest in heaven
So I say with no discretion, this is a K-O-D session
So if any wanna question, you pro'lly should get to steppin'
Cause you 'bout to hear the lesson of twenty minus eleven
[Ryan Bradley:]
Enter in my castle and you'll bow down
You'll hear the sounds
Feel my fortress rumble as the walls
Come crashing down
Let my words possess you and your mind
Your mind, your mind
If there is a God, look up and you'll find
You will find
Praise KOD [x7]
[Tech N9ne:]
(My word is spreading all over the world)
Parents get this for your children
Help me carry on this love that I'm buildin'
So many years I have been drillin' through ceilings
With a pack of villains, minimal killing, lord willin'
Inshallah, really just sent Allah
What a Christian just saw, evil winning
Don't know what it meant to y'all when death went to Maude
But it really bent the KOD, please no grinning
What can I do, to make you believe
All this beautiful music I conceive
I'm taking out the pain and times the Nina grieves
And putting it to music, now you heard to leave
For your spirits I covet, that doesn't say "Devil worshipper", does it?
Good and evil, I got ooze and oodles of it
And I got so many more followers comin' and I love it
I wonder why everybody's insane when they come to Strange
They had my mother locked up in chains like she was deranged
I'm takin' aim on every lame, they're gonna see the change
Watchin' my brain darken the game
[Ryan Bradley:]
Enter in my castle and you'll bow down
You'll hear the sounds
Feel my fortress rumble as the walls
Come crashing down
Let my words possess you and your mind
Your mind, your mind
If there is a God, look up and you'll find
You will find
Praise KOD [x7]
[Tech N9ne:]
My blood runs through this music forever living through you
[Ryan Bradley:]
Enter in my castle and you'll bow down
You'll hear the sounds
Feel my fortress rumble as the walls
Come crashing down
Let my words possess you and your mind
Your mind, your mind
If there is a God, look up and you'll find
You will find
(Praise KOD)
[Tech N9ne:]
Welcome to Strangeulation Volume II
Strangeulation Vol. II Cypher I lyrics - Tech N9ne
Smoking weed, true indeed
Sick emcees presented by Tecca Neez!
Check it out
Ain't nobody busting like the nigga with a gun up in the middle of the west
I be the killa with a Tec and I'm a villain with a vest
I gotta fill 'em with effects then I get it out the way
So I can say what I wanna say
Right over the track singing like the father of Nona Gaye
Let's get it on they love it when Tech spit a song way rugged
And check niggas on they grudges then death shitted on they buzzes
That was just the intros for the family with sin souls
But the Gandys with the fem flows
Can't stand me like ten toes
I rock it, making my female fans freaking faucets
Putting me up against Hop is thoughtless
Not supposed to press partners, stop it
Can't compete compare crotches, cockless
Taking Tech is too toxic, toss it!
Never will the bosses take losses
Study cautiousness off this shit!
Cause some fans are antagonistic, naggin' bitches
Raggin' like a stabbin' happened
When I'm havin' hits, get vast than sick shit
Like I ain't Vlad and vicious bad and twisted
Keep it jabbing fisted, Trav insisted
So I frown scarier when the clown buries a nigga down to the ground
But the crown carrier get the hound out the mound and they’re bound
Marry 'em all together is how we breaking the sound barrier
I'm three-dimensional, we invincible
You saying I'm over, you never see the principle
My seed is meant to grow rapid, I'm the classical rap shit on acid!
Bastards! (Hurl bars)
Never will niggas be able to gimme the trash it, jack it
(World star)
How in the fuck am I ripping and reaching the masses?
Asses, faggots, too many back splashes
Then a wack black chat hatches cause you napped at rap classes
They making a mockery of my painted face
But me, I resemble our ancestors
And these niggas talking stuck at a fainted pace
Still not realizing this man blessed ya
I am so clever, my friends adore me they banging Yates
Your rhyme is no measure to him, you bore me, gay flaming fakes
Find him more cheddar, my end's for me stay gaining great
Cause I am forever like Em, 40, Jay, Wayne and Drake
Pure art, I'm the shit and nigga, you're farts
How they gonna challenge the Tecca Nina
When your flow's softer than a Velour scarf
Blowing this track into pieces, I'm leaving you fewer parts
At this moment I am laying as dead as before my 2.0 tour starts
Ain't packed shit yet, this how your taint rap hits best
Tecca Nina ain't plastic, my bank's drastic, you can't match his checks
Lot of gore in the flow, and I’m born to go
Got your whore in the door, taking your chick
Cause a nigga been up in the Forbes list now four in a row
My religion is followed by little kids, college kids, metalheads, hip hop heads, the Crips and soo-woos
Your religion is tainted by money grubbing, funny hugging
Chummy loving grown men that like to do youths
So I stick with my technicians, no F's given, yeah
This team is a mixture of a few groups
This for my fans, nigga, fuck everybody else
If you loving this Tech N9ne give me three aooh's and two whoops
Sick emcees presented by Tecca Neez!
Check it out
Ain't nobody busting like the nigga with a gun up in the middle of the west
I be the killa with a Tec and I'm a villain with a vest
I gotta fill 'em with effects then I get it out the way
So I can say what I wanna say
Right over the track singing like the father of Nona Gaye
Let's get it on they love it when Tech spit a song way rugged
And check niggas on they grudges then death shitted on they buzzes
That was just the intros for the family with sin souls
But the Gandys with the fem flows
Can't stand me like ten toes
I rock it, making my female fans freaking faucets
Putting me up against Hop is thoughtless
Not supposed to press partners, stop it
Can't compete compare crotches, cockless
Taking Tech is too toxic, toss it!
Never will the bosses take losses
Study cautiousness off this shit!
Cause some fans are antagonistic, naggin' bitches
Raggin' like a stabbin' happened
When I'm havin' hits, get vast than sick shit
Like I ain't Vlad and vicious bad and twisted
Keep it jabbing fisted, Trav insisted
So I frown scarier when the clown buries a nigga down to the ground
But the crown carrier get the hound out the mound and they’re bound
Marry 'em all together is how we breaking the sound barrier
I'm three-dimensional, we invincible
You saying I'm over, you never see the principle
My seed is meant to grow rapid, I'm the classical rap shit on acid!
Bastards! (Hurl bars)
Never will niggas be able to gimme the trash it, jack it
(World star)
How in the fuck am I ripping and reaching the masses?
Asses, faggots, too many back splashes
Then a wack black chat hatches cause you napped at rap classes
They making a mockery of my painted face
But me, I resemble our ancestors
And these niggas talking stuck at a fainted pace
Still not realizing this man blessed ya
I am so clever, my friends adore me they banging Yates
Your rhyme is no measure to him, you bore me, gay flaming fakes
Find him more cheddar, my end's for me stay gaining great
Cause I am forever like Em, 40, Jay, Wayne and Drake
Pure art, I'm the shit and nigga, you're farts
How they gonna challenge the Tecca Nina
When your flow's softer than a Velour scarf
Blowing this track into pieces, I'm leaving you fewer parts
At this moment I am laying as dead as before my 2.0 tour starts
Ain't packed shit yet, this how your taint rap hits best
Tecca Nina ain't plastic, my bank's drastic, you can't match his checks
Lot of gore in the flow, and I’m born to go
Got your whore in the door, taking your chick
Cause a nigga been up in the Forbes list now four in a row
My religion is followed by little kids, college kids, metalheads, hip hop heads, the Crips and soo-woos
Your religion is tainted by money grubbing, funny hugging
Chummy loving grown men that like to do youths
So I stick with my technicians, no F's given, yeah
This team is a mixture of a few groups
This for my fans, nigga, fuck everybody else
If you loving this Tech N9ne give me three aooh's and two whoops
PBSA lyrics - Tech N9ne (feat. CES Cru)
[Tech N9ne:]
Chest out, ten toes down
Left routes been shown now
Tech shouts, them foes frown
Next bout, you stretched out, we test clout when in yo' town
Ex'd out, full of debt doubt cause the best house we hold ground!
Better run now, don't come around my way
Gonna be dumbfound when the gun sounds cause sun down is my day
Meaning I don't sleep, but yo food yes I'm gon' eat, alone peep
Anybody tryna get the grown seat better gone, it's gonna be a long week!
(Rah, rah, rah!) That's what they talkin' a lot of em bumpin' they chops
But they can never compare to the winner, they simply be giving me something to knock
I slay wack, just play back my hits
So you better stay back on this great track cause I made that my bitch!
You wantin' this, I'm on a mission too
So you ain't gonna get what you wanna get, this one I'm kickin' through
Hit they mama, quit the trauma, hid dishonor gets to shoot
If you want a bitch, a ton of shit cause I'ma hit your crew
Bout to knock you out yo' skin, go in body, then I'ma go chin
Place yo' bet, you gonna hate the Tech
Cause I'ma break yo' neck, we ain't no kin
Dreams and hopes will be broken when that flow spin
I'ma fo' sho' sin, level headed when the rebel get it
Heavy metal fetish when I go in!
PLAY BALL!
SLAY ALL!
[x4]
[Godemis:]
War paint on my mean mug
Accolades, I got dumb clout
Back to back I run mad laps
When the sun's down or the sun's out
Sara Jay on my side arm
Y'all ain't tryna see me with guns out
With mo anger, that's no-brainer
So y'all niggas better run routes!
[Ubiquitous:]
I heard something 'bout
Anybody can get it, I'm with it
I'm coming for Sun's crown
When I hit him he done after one count
Yeah I'm living, I love it, my lungs loud
When I come from the scrummage
The scrimmage, I did it, I done it like what now
We could put up some butter and do it no stutter
But put up or shut up your bum mouth!
Now it's your move, took a chump out, I'm so old school
Yeah, say hi to my little friend
Kill 'em with the pen, make the dynamite go boom!
Talk about big balling, and it may seem like I'm stalling
When I'm staring outta that wall and
Bombing like Babe Ruth when I call it
Yes y'all it, and my bet's all in, heck nah, never let y'all win
In the game, everything a test to check
To see who can really hang like a net, all in
Come and train with the Ces, yeah
It's no thing little bunny, I can bang with the best in the biz
You better be saving all of your breath for the gym
Gotta run until there ain't nothin' left in the lid bruh, let's get it in
You heard me, chewed 'em up, I'm done early
Suited up in my jersey, feelin' like who or what can come serve me
Y'all too corrupt to come prove to us your kung-fu
You suck, you're unworthy, dirty like Harry makin' my day
Tell 'em I come to slay when I play, break!
[Tech N9ne:]
PLAY BALL!
SLAY ALL!
[x4]
[Godemis:]
K-I-M, and I kill shit
You could say that I slay turds
DIB and I K-I-S, y'all L-A-F and those eight words
On my D-O-B I was D-O-A, but I came up out of that coma homie
ODB, I take no T-O, I'm like Oscar Meyer with no bologna
Killer and I'm dealin' 'em, I'm wavy
Sinner in the center of a stadium, ya numb
And now I go gorilla for real, uh, fuck I'm off the wall for real, uh
And I'm an inaudible offense as often as needed
Y'all slower than molasses, run screen passes, Weeden
Ya get hit with a blitz, boy
Just for thinkin' that they couldn't catch this
And when I run a muck, I'm puttin' numbers up
Go and take you a look at my stats bitch
My contract's got no cap, and the money is under the mattress
I stay high like A.I, what the fuck are we talkin' bout, practice?
[Tech N9ne:]
PLAY BALL!
SLAY ALL!
[x4]
Chest out, ten toes down
Left routes been shown now
Tech shouts, them foes frown
Next bout, you stretched out, we test clout when in yo' town
Ex'd out, full of debt doubt cause the best house we hold ground!
Better run now, don't come around my way
Gonna be dumbfound when the gun sounds cause sun down is my day
Meaning I don't sleep, but yo food yes I'm gon' eat, alone peep
Anybody tryna get the grown seat better gone, it's gonna be a long week!
(Rah, rah, rah!) That's what they talkin' a lot of em bumpin' they chops
But they can never compare to the winner, they simply be giving me something to knock
I slay wack, just play back my hits
So you better stay back on this great track cause I made that my bitch!
You wantin' this, I'm on a mission too
So you ain't gonna get what you wanna get, this one I'm kickin' through
Hit they mama, quit the trauma, hid dishonor gets to shoot
If you want a bitch, a ton of shit cause I'ma hit your crew
Bout to knock you out yo' skin, go in body, then I'ma go chin
Place yo' bet, you gonna hate the Tech
Cause I'ma break yo' neck, we ain't no kin
Dreams and hopes will be broken when that flow spin
I'ma fo' sho' sin, level headed when the rebel get it
Heavy metal fetish when I go in!
PLAY BALL!
SLAY ALL!
[x4]
[Godemis:]
War paint on my mean mug
Accolades, I got dumb clout
Back to back I run mad laps
When the sun's down or the sun's out
Sara Jay on my side arm
Y'all ain't tryna see me with guns out
With mo anger, that's no-brainer
So y'all niggas better run routes!
[Ubiquitous:]
I heard something 'bout
Anybody can get it, I'm with it
I'm coming for Sun's crown
When I hit him he done after one count
Yeah I'm living, I love it, my lungs loud
When I come from the scrummage
The scrimmage, I did it, I done it like what now
We could put up some butter and do it no stutter
But put up or shut up your bum mouth!
Now it's your move, took a chump out, I'm so old school
Yeah, say hi to my little friend
Kill 'em with the pen, make the dynamite go boom!
Talk about big balling, and it may seem like I'm stalling
When I'm staring outta that wall and
Bombing like Babe Ruth when I call it
Yes y'all it, and my bet's all in, heck nah, never let y'all win
In the game, everything a test to check
To see who can really hang like a net, all in
Come and train with the Ces, yeah
It's no thing little bunny, I can bang with the best in the biz
You better be saving all of your breath for the gym
Gotta run until there ain't nothin' left in the lid bruh, let's get it in
You heard me, chewed 'em up, I'm done early
Suited up in my jersey, feelin' like who or what can come serve me
Y'all too corrupt to come prove to us your kung-fu
You suck, you're unworthy, dirty like Harry makin' my day
Tell 'em I come to slay when I play, break!
[Tech N9ne:]
PLAY BALL!
SLAY ALL!
[x4]
[Godemis:]
K-I-M, and I kill shit
You could say that I slay turds
DIB and I K-I-S, y'all L-A-F and those eight words
On my D-O-B I was D-O-A, but I came up out of that coma homie
ODB, I take no T-O, I'm like Oscar Meyer with no bologna
Killer and I'm dealin' 'em, I'm wavy
Sinner in the center of a stadium, ya numb
And now I go gorilla for real, uh, fuck I'm off the wall for real, uh
And I'm an inaudible offense as often as needed
Y'all slower than molasses, run screen passes, Weeden
Ya get hit with a blitz, boy
Just for thinkin' that they couldn't catch this
And when I run a muck, I'm puttin' numbers up
Go and take you a look at my stats bitch
My contract's got no cap, and the money is under the mattress
I stay high like A.I, what the fuck are we talkin' bout, practice?
[Tech N9ne:]
PLAY BALL!
SLAY ALL!
[x4]
Push Start lyrics - Tech N9ne (feat. Big Scoob)
[Big Scoob:]
Fast forward, no repeat
(We push start with no key)
Y'all on one, we on three
(We push start with no key)
All talk, gotta show me
(We push start with no key)
It's big dog and Don P
[x2]
I push start with no key
Gritty nigga from the show me
Reverse the letters of OG, think about it (I go big)
Slippery tongue, gotta spit that game
Sickening numb when I dump these flames
Wait of a ton, hit like a gun (bang, bang, bang)
What y'all doing I already done it
Get down through it, nigga, let's run it
Simple and plain, I'm trained for this
I come from the gutters where anguish lives
Look in my eyes, I'm dangerous
They mock me and copy, they (Yankovic)
Yeah, Johnny's, I walk a life
Trappin' and rappin', respect the stripes
Hustle and struggle, get game from strife
Money and muscle, pain from plight
Hard scars, made me a blight
Dark hearts, searching for lice
Sick of the same, I'm ready for change
Something within me keeps wanting the game
Avoiding the voices deep in my brain
Gorilla within me could never be tamed!
Fast forward, no repeat
(We push start with no key)
Y'all on one, we on three
(We push start with no key)
All talk, gotta show me
(We push start with no key)
It's big dog and Don P
[Tech N9ne:]
Don P's where the dough be
(We push start with no key)
I drink liquor, I blow tree
(We push start with no key)
All the niggas and the hoes see
(We push start with no key)
So tell the crooked ass police
(We push start with no key)
Repping KC I eat Niecie's
Go chicken Go and at Lutfi's
That's family nigga, don't ever scam me nigga
You getting gone if you talk too loosely
Word to Ivy, aunt Susie, you can ask my big brother Puchie
We good ghetto to ghetto we get to murdering medals
Back in the day motherfucker we Gucci!
Dumb bitch, I'm on young shit, many bitches on this one dick
So many more wanna come get
But I can't have a whole lot of sprung chicks
Bum nigga to a plum gritter
You don't gotta have a million to run with her
She got a gun witcher, and a tongue spitter
You gotta get 'em believing there ain't nothing bigger
Tell a real G to get a meal free
Cause the drive and the level that is skilled, B
You wanna kill me, then we will be getting filthy
Bigger than norm with Big Scoob, I'm with Big Nick
I'm with Big Shug, I'm with Trick Trick
I'm with O.G. Mugs in this quick list
You don't wanna get your motherfucking wig split
I'm with Big Chuck from film, oh, me and my niggas, we will go
When approaching us, take your hands out your pocket real slow
Kill foe! 56 where my rouges be
Ask around, all the real niggas know me
Nigga, free O.G. be O.P, we push start with no key!
[Big Scoob:]
Fast forward, no repeat
(We push start with no key)
Y'all on one, we on three
(We push start with no key)
All talk, gotta show me
(We push start with no key)
It's big dog and Don P
[x2]
[Tech N9ne:]
Hahaha, my nigga Scooby called me Don P
Cause back in the day when we was young, man, you know
They called me Donny Punani because my middle name is Dontez
And my nickname is Donny and they say I love Punani
So, that's why he call me Don P...
Fast forward, no repeat
(We push start with no key)
Y'all on one, we on three
(We push start with no key)
All talk, gotta show me
(We push start with no key)
It's big dog and Don P
[x2]
I push start with no key
Gritty nigga from the show me
Reverse the letters of OG, think about it (I go big)
Slippery tongue, gotta spit that game
Sickening numb when I dump these flames
Wait of a ton, hit like a gun (bang, bang, bang)
What y'all doing I already done it
Get down through it, nigga, let's run it
Simple and plain, I'm trained for this
I come from the gutters where anguish lives
Look in my eyes, I'm dangerous
They mock me and copy, they (Yankovic)
Yeah, Johnny's, I walk a life
Trappin' and rappin', respect the stripes
Hustle and struggle, get game from strife
Money and muscle, pain from plight
Hard scars, made me a blight
Dark hearts, searching for lice
Sick of the same, I'm ready for change
Something within me keeps wanting the game
Avoiding the voices deep in my brain
Gorilla within me could never be tamed!
Fast forward, no repeat
(We push start with no key)
Y'all on one, we on three
(We push start with no key)
All talk, gotta show me
(We push start with no key)
It's big dog and Don P
[Tech N9ne:]
Don P's where the dough be
(We push start with no key)
I drink liquor, I blow tree
(We push start with no key)
All the niggas and the hoes see
(We push start with no key)
So tell the crooked ass police
(We push start with no key)
Repping KC I eat Niecie's
Go chicken Go and at Lutfi's
That's family nigga, don't ever scam me nigga
You getting gone if you talk too loosely
Word to Ivy, aunt Susie, you can ask my big brother Puchie
We good ghetto to ghetto we get to murdering medals
Back in the day motherfucker we Gucci!
Dumb bitch, I'm on young shit, many bitches on this one dick
So many more wanna come get
But I can't have a whole lot of sprung chicks
Bum nigga to a plum gritter
You don't gotta have a million to run with her
She got a gun witcher, and a tongue spitter
You gotta get 'em believing there ain't nothing bigger
Tell a real G to get a meal free
Cause the drive and the level that is skilled, B
You wanna kill me, then we will be getting filthy
Bigger than norm with Big Scoob, I'm with Big Nick
I'm with Big Shug, I'm with Trick Trick
I'm with O.G. Mugs in this quick list
You don't wanna get your motherfucking wig split
I'm with Big Chuck from film, oh, me and my niggas, we will go
When approaching us, take your hands out your pocket real slow
Kill foe! 56 where my rouges be
Ask around, all the real niggas know me
Nigga, free O.G. be O.P, we push start with no key!
[Big Scoob:]
Fast forward, no repeat
(We push start with no key)
Y'all on one, we on three
(We push start with no key)
All talk, gotta show me
(We push start with no key)
It's big dog and Don P
[x2]
[Tech N9ne:]
Hahaha, my nigga Scooby called me Don P
Cause back in the day when we was young, man, you know
They called me Donny Punani because my middle name is Dontez
And my nickname is Donny and they say I love Punani
So, that's why he call me Don P...
Strangeulation Vol. II Cypher II lyrics - Tech N9ne (feat. CES Cru & Stevie Stone)
[Tech N9ne:]
For what I wanted to do was take some of my classic beats,
and send 'em to my artists to see what they would come up with on these beats that I love so much,
so I wanna call Stevie Stone and Ces Cru to murder, let's go
[Stevie Stone:]
Feel the hate when they come around
Little bull better settle down
Feel the love, I'm the great and or the true
See the fakes and the snakes, I'm always outta bounds
See I been dealt a hand, my nigga, I can peep
Peeping the shifty fans, my nigga
They gon' (see) see me going H.A.M, getting bigger, nigga
(Talk that shit, if you want to hack my Tech N9ne play it again)
Make sure you remember me, me the odd ball liquor
When Stevie get to speaking, the plot
Thickens with and these niggas is Vixens
Competition, it's really contradiction (uh-huh!)
Learning from the realest slim pickings
I love it, how you doubt a nigga, hound a nigga
Panned out, all this profit sought the stone to stand stout
On rigid and rare routes, it's like procedure to hear a nigga out
Strangeulation two and it's right now
Let's take it to another level, hot metal, black kettle, bitch
High pitched, fly shit, five settle, five words like the bandit lord
I think this weed got me paranoid
Middle finger to my enemies, I say all you niggas is bitches
Jurisdiction have so many restrictions
All you niggas is fiction, no conviction
Niggas get to dissin', I'll have you outta commission
Bodies missing, call my brother to lynch 'em
All you niggas is gimmicks, frail body and soul
All you niggas pretending, thought that we so-called family
All you niggas can get it, turning my volume up
Had us upon that midget
Let me hear you say names, let me hear you holler strange
I'm contained with flame, will leave your bodies decaying
Niggas be playing games, my niggas taking aim
Have you in a debacle, better stay in your lane
Guess time'll tell (guess time'll tell, guess time'll tell)
[Ubiquitous:]
Right hand over my heart of hearts I'm pledging allegiance
To Ces, for whatever the reasons I have withered the seasons
They're dead in the breeze, I'm ready to feed 'em
I never believed 'em, you son of a bitch, son of a preacher, word of
Heaven and Jesus, through seven degrees of separation is still
And spreading diseases, my recommendation is cheddar your cheeses
Maybe you better get business, like I didn't know that I carried the load
I know your boy is heavy and heaving
That's word to Strange and Tech the N9ne, I mean, who better to lead us
Since I been with that team I been spinning them G's
Bitch, yeah, you better believe it, cash come in a bulk amount now
I'm staying ahead of my dreams so the fuck could I sulk about
For real, I'll never be satisfied still, I don't be vocal out loud
Respect is due, I show it, don't blow it, my records are outbound
Chill, I'm choosing my weapons wisely, we never will lose direction
Guide 'em through the Recession Proof, should include a confession, truth
Started from the Bikini Bottom, we're here but it's something fishy
Twenty sixteen, Strange Music, making some fucking history
[Godemis:]
I know they want me to put up the pen
And just quit with the rapping, it won't never happen, no
For the minutes that I been in it, I'm a killer still in the back but I'm clapping though
In a matter of fact I been acting, so
Out of wack and my brain is on overload
I don't call anybody, ain't nobody calling me
Maybe I don't need a phone no mo'
Guess I won’t pay the bill and the villain is spillin' venom in him then I’m a goner
And haters are catering to me with wishes that I wouldn't win any longer
Idiot, you're just making me stronger, wanna kill me, then pay me no mind
Get a record to spot a bit longer, if you don't feel me then get on your grind
I don't mean to be mean but the measure is simple when you try to weather the outcome
Now I don't need a reason, killing any season, in fact I am better without one
You don't know anything about heat or the temp of the weather that I'm coming out from
And I wouldn't consider you equal like other people, where the fuck is your album?
Shit to you is a hobby and obviously y'all ain't knowing to measure at all
Murdering it for pleasure, ain't fucking with Godi, I'm sick with a medicine ball
Couldn't give 'em a shit, not even a little bit cause they haters, we know it
We all know the location, come get your face winched
Strangeulation reloaded! (Fuck)
For what I wanted to do was take some of my classic beats,
and send 'em to my artists to see what they would come up with on these beats that I love so much,
so I wanna call Stevie Stone and Ces Cru to murder, let's go
[Stevie Stone:]
Feel the hate when they come around
Little bull better settle down
Feel the love, I'm the great and or the true
See the fakes and the snakes, I'm always outta bounds
See I been dealt a hand, my nigga, I can peep
Peeping the shifty fans, my nigga
They gon' (see) see me going H.A.M, getting bigger, nigga
(Talk that shit, if you want to hack my Tech N9ne play it again)
Make sure you remember me, me the odd ball liquor
When Stevie get to speaking, the plot
Thickens with and these niggas is Vixens
Competition, it's really contradiction (uh-huh!)
Learning from the realest slim pickings
I love it, how you doubt a nigga, hound a nigga
Panned out, all this profit sought the stone to stand stout
On rigid and rare routes, it's like procedure to hear a nigga out
Strangeulation two and it's right now
Let's take it to another level, hot metal, black kettle, bitch
High pitched, fly shit, five settle, five words like the bandit lord
I think this weed got me paranoid
Middle finger to my enemies, I say all you niggas is bitches
Jurisdiction have so many restrictions
All you niggas is fiction, no conviction
Niggas get to dissin', I'll have you outta commission
Bodies missing, call my brother to lynch 'em
All you niggas is gimmicks, frail body and soul
All you niggas pretending, thought that we so-called family
All you niggas can get it, turning my volume up
Had us upon that midget
Let me hear you say names, let me hear you holler strange
I'm contained with flame, will leave your bodies decaying
Niggas be playing games, my niggas taking aim
Have you in a debacle, better stay in your lane
Guess time'll tell (guess time'll tell, guess time'll tell)
[Ubiquitous:]
Right hand over my heart of hearts I'm pledging allegiance
To Ces, for whatever the reasons I have withered the seasons
They're dead in the breeze, I'm ready to feed 'em
I never believed 'em, you son of a bitch, son of a preacher, word of
Heaven and Jesus, through seven degrees of separation is still
And spreading diseases, my recommendation is cheddar your cheeses
Maybe you better get business, like I didn't know that I carried the load
I know your boy is heavy and heaving
That's word to Strange and Tech the N9ne, I mean, who better to lead us
Since I been with that team I been spinning them G's
Bitch, yeah, you better believe it, cash come in a bulk amount now
I'm staying ahead of my dreams so the fuck could I sulk about
For real, I'll never be satisfied still, I don't be vocal out loud
Respect is due, I show it, don't blow it, my records are outbound
Chill, I'm choosing my weapons wisely, we never will lose direction
Guide 'em through the Recession Proof, should include a confession, truth
Started from the Bikini Bottom, we're here but it's something fishy
Twenty sixteen, Strange Music, making some fucking history
[Godemis:]
I know they want me to put up the pen
And just quit with the rapping, it won't never happen, no
For the minutes that I been in it, I'm a killer still in the back but I'm clapping though
In a matter of fact I been acting, so
Out of wack and my brain is on overload
I don't call anybody, ain't nobody calling me
Maybe I don't need a phone no mo'
Guess I won’t pay the bill and the villain is spillin' venom in him then I’m a goner
And haters are catering to me with wishes that I wouldn't win any longer
Idiot, you're just making me stronger, wanna kill me, then pay me no mind
Get a record to spot a bit longer, if you don't feel me then get on your grind
I don't mean to be mean but the measure is simple when you try to weather the outcome
Now I don't need a reason, killing any season, in fact I am better without one
You don't know anything about heat or the temp of the weather that I'm coming out from
And I wouldn't consider you equal like other people, where the fuck is your album?
Shit to you is a hobby and obviously y'all ain't knowing to measure at all
Murdering it for pleasure, ain't fucking with Godi, I'm sick with a medicine ball
Couldn't give 'em a shit, not even a little bit cause they haters, we know it
We all know the location, come get your face winched
Strangeulation reloaded! (Fuck)
MMM (Michael Myers Mask) lyrics - tech N9ne
(Enter the mind of Tech N9ne)
Laurie Strode, I got a gory soul, so the story goes
Should have never killed another one to get a bit of lovin' in me
Or reload, reload everybody lookin' at me like a hero
When I kill a demon lesser than zero
See no, evil within it, I'm a killer and I'm bigger than Deebo
He knows, we go, beginning
Deep inside of me I'm dealin' with a trio
Leave hoes, below, you finished?
Abomination comin' I got that combination cracks
All that time you wastin' runnin' I got that bomb relation rap
Now they're tryin' to make it back to Tech N9ne and shakin' whack
Now I'm dominatin', mom awakin' from a non forsaken nap
Hello mother, when you left I was no mellow brother
I put on my red, killed 'em all dead and I did it with my fellow thuggers
I tell no others, but I'm taking my hell so hovers
When I gotta murder everything dead - I smother
Like Othello's lover
You cannot tell me to stop it with doctor Loomis
Nothing would ever delay when I got your doom, it's
The Boogeyman I got to get your for real and
Nobody is saving me, not with appeal I'm a murderin' son of a bitch
And I'm ill with impeccable skill and a purpose to kill
[Hook x2:]
My mental's made of Michael Myers' mask
(You) Lay lifeless, Lord don't like yo liars laugh
(Who) Wanna see this sinful psycho sire spaz?
(Please don't) Light yo lighters last
(Cause this) Frightful fire's fast
Not too many motherfuckers out there I wish I hadn't killed
Draggin' lil' rappers up Debra's Hill like Jack and Jill
Slashin' till the back cracks attackin' with stabbin' still
Havin' chills when it happens after stashin' 'em in Haddonfield
I got a demon in me, green within me, seen the memory
How I get souls
Bring in Philly, things to get me
Never dead that is why I got up out of Smith's Grove
I'll eradicate a nigga with the feeling
That he better then a spittah with a bigger trigger
Step up and try to get at me and be disposed
I don't know why the great Malek Akkad
Not fuckin' with me, wanted to use the theme for P.B.3
They told me fuckin' fifty, Yea it's worth yea we gotta
But not when Carpenter charged me five for the first Psycho Bitch
So I had to switch when I just wanted to keep it alive!
Guess he didn't know I spill them bastards
Who say another killer's better I kill them slashers
I peel them actors, I'm real grim faster
Original mask motherfucker William Shatner
[Hook x2]
This killer Jam Knocks
I'm here to kill everbody lyrically, specifically till her pants drop
I'm iller than Shaq, thriller fans watch me
Murder many men in Michael Myers mask not a Silver Shamrock
Celebrate Samhain all year round
Never let a fake man reign!
I'mma bake damn brains with a weird sound
Givin hella aches and pain
Eminem is Jason, Krayzie Bone is leatherface and Bushwick Chuckie
But anything after double M were just replicas of me
Who got you? Niggas need a new doctor
Stop the bleeding, who shot you?
It was really a true chopper
Mike is who offed you, mainly because you caca
Step and see who do block you
Rest in peace to Moustapha
[Hook x2]
Mr. Sandman, nobody wants to see you
My Tony Moran stand
Laurie Strode, I got a gory soul, so the story goes
Should have never killed another one to get a bit of lovin' in me
Or reload, reload everybody lookin' at me like a hero
When I kill a demon lesser than zero
See no, evil within it, I'm a killer and I'm bigger than Deebo
He knows, we go, beginning
Deep inside of me I'm dealin' with a trio
Leave hoes, below, you finished?
Abomination comin' I got that combination cracks
All that time you wastin' runnin' I got that bomb relation rap
Now they're tryin' to make it back to Tech N9ne and shakin' whack
Now I'm dominatin', mom awakin' from a non forsaken nap
Hello mother, when you left I was no mellow brother
I put on my red, killed 'em all dead and I did it with my fellow thuggers
I tell no others, but I'm taking my hell so hovers
When I gotta murder everything dead - I smother
Like Othello's lover
You cannot tell me to stop it with doctor Loomis
Nothing would ever delay when I got your doom, it's
The Boogeyman I got to get your for real and
Nobody is saving me, not with appeal I'm a murderin' son of a bitch
And I'm ill with impeccable skill and a purpose to kill
[Hook x2:]
My mental's made of Michael Myers' mask
(You) Lay lifeless, Lord don't like yo liars laugh
(Who) Wanna see this sinful psycho sire spaz?
(Please don't) Light yo lighters last
(Cause this) Frightful fire's fast
Not too many motherfuckers out there I wish I hadn't killed
Draggin' lil' rappers up Debra's Hill like Jack and Jill
Slashin' till the back cracks attackin' with stabbin' still
Havin' chills when it happens after stashin' 'em in Haddonfield
I got a demon in me, green within me, seen the memory
How I get souls
Bring in Philly, things to get me
Never dead that is why I got up out of Smith's Grove
I'll eradicate a nigga with the feeling
That he better then a spittah with a bigger trigger
Step up and try to get at me and be disposed
I don't know why the great Malek Akkad
Not fuckin' with me, wanted to use the theme for P.B.3
They told me fuckin' fifty, Yea it's worth yea we gotta
But not when Carpenter charged me five for the first Psycho Bitch
So I had to switch when I just wanted to keep it alive!
Guess he didn't know I spill them bastards
Who say another killer's better I kill them slashers
I peel them actors, I'm real grim faster
Original mask motherfucker William Shatner
[Hook x2]
This killer Jam Knocks
I'm here to kill everbody lyrically, specifically till her pants drop
I'm iller than Shaq, thriller fans watch me
Murder many men in Michael Myers mask not a Silver Shamrock
Celebrate Samhain all year round
Never let a fake man reign!
I'mma bake damn brains with a weird sound
Givin hella aches and pain
Eminem is Jason, Krayzie Bone is leatherface and Bushwick Chuckie
But anything after double M were just replicas of me
Who got you? Niggas need a new doctor
Stop the bleeding, who shot you?
It was really a true chopper
Mike is who offed you, mainly because you caca
Step and see who do block you
Rest in peace to Moustapha
[Hook x2]
Mr. Sandman, nobody wants to see you
My Tony Moran stand
Intruders (Skit) lyrics - Tech N9ne
[Tech N9ne & Woman:]
All these channels, and nothing on TV, man. You sleepy?
Little bit, yeah
Yeah? Only 4 in the morning, you shouldn't be sleepy
It's 4 in the morning, babe
Yeah, yeah yeah yeah yeah...
American Psycho, yeah, that's what we're gonna watch, yeah
That's exactly what we need at 4 in the morning
Oh my God, what the fuck was that?!
Oh, shit, I don't know, I don't know
Oh my god, what is it?
Hold on, hold on, hold on. Oh fuck, they at the door?
They throwing shit at the fucking window?
Hold on, hold on, I'ma get, find the gun, I can find it
No! Don't go! Don't go, don't go
Where the fuck is Max's gun?! It was right here! Fuck!
Hold on, hold on, baby, just, um, just go on the bathroom,
go on the bathroom and I'ma go ahead and I'ma go downstairs and get the knife,
I'm going downstairs to get the knife
No don't leave, don't leave!
No, fuck that, okay, fuck, okay, I'll call police first, hold on...
Hello? This is Tech N9ne, this is Tech N9ne, and um, somebody's throwing stuff at my window and they kicking my door down,
and ringing my door bell uncontrollably, I'm 'bout to kill somebody get here quick
All these channels, and nothing on TV, man. You sleepy?
Little bit, yeah
Yeah? Only 4 in the morning, you shouldn't be sleepy
It's 4 in the morning, babe
Yeah, yeah yeah yeah yeah...
American Psycho, yeah, that's what we're gonna watch, yeah
That's exactly what we need at 4 in the morning
Oh my God, what the fuck was that?!
Oh, shit, I don't know, I don't know
Oh my god, what is it?
Hold on, hold on, hold on. Oh fuck, they at the door?
They throwing shit at the fucking window?
Hold on, hold on, I'ma get, find the gun, I can find it
No! Don't go! Don't go, don't go
Where the fuck is Max's gun?! It was right here! Fuck!
Hold on, hold on, baby, just, um, just go on the bathroom,
go on the bathroom and I'ma go ahead and I'ma go downstairs and get the knife,
I'm going downstairs to get the knife
No don't leave, don't leave!
No, fuck that, okay, fuck, okay, I'll call police first, hold on...
Hello? This is Tech N9ne, this is Tech N9ne, and um, somebody's throwing stuff at my window and they kicking my door down,
and ringing my door bell uncontrollably, I'm 'bout to kill somebody get here quick
Tell Me If I'm Trippin' lyrics - Tech N9ne (feat. Prozak, Brotha Lynch Hung & Tyler Lyon)
[Tech N9ne:]
I wanted to find my gun, my lady runs to the bathroom
Yelling "someone", and when it's done
I'ma treat it like my daughters and son, we having fun
'Till intruders came knocking to come kill everyone
The beat and the kick ringing my bell uncontrollably
Four in the morning yelling my name so they know it's me
Scramble and try to find my nigga's gun, I'm supposed to be
Prepared for the crazy, my lady screaming don't go to see
Fuck it, I'm going down to the kitchen to get the knife
Invite 'em all in my crib and then take everybody's life
Chop 'em all into pieces, pray to God they heat-less
He in D shit, play with their bodies in the name of Jesus
One, two, three, god damn it's just the cops
All the motherfuckers must've scramm' when we hit the block
I was gonna kill am I wrong to feel
For my loved safety I'll leave you permanently still
Trav said he caught them on camera they came to his place
Two teen girls and the guy yelling "where is Yates"
Damn some fans would've lost some lives on this day
Mistaken, I would've been erasing all of the kid's face
[Tyler Lyon:]
Am I my paranoid or scared
Or is this my nightmare
Were they ever really there?
Tell me if I'm tripping
Am I supposed to sit and wait
While they storm through the gate
Psycho just like Norman Bates
Tell me if I'm tripping
[Brotha Lynch Hung:]
Yeah, it's gonna be the shit, wait 'till you hear this, man.
You on keyboard, I gotta get this fixed, man, damn...
Alright, there we go. Alright man, sit over there though
Seven o'clock, I was upstairs
I was on the keyboard making that tear
Knock on the front door, C.O. got it
Niggas came in, I said "Yo, get in the closet"
Hit 'em with venom and run up in 'em while they rummagin'
Too many niggas was coming in, I wanna get me one
Hopin' niggas try me cause I'm finna feel like "fry me"
Eyes all Chinese, high off reefer
I'ma get deeper, turn to the Grim Reaper
Use a heat seeker when I creep with the heater
Leave a deep gash, bring the heat fast
Hit 'em with the venom, when I get 'em I'ma keep 'em
Giving them an enema, even if it's ten of 'em
Then I'ma, eat 'em like dinner in the cinema
Then I'ma, shit 'em out, get 'em out
In about twenty-four seconds I'ma fuck 'em in the ass
Tuck 'em in the grass, cut 'em up fast
Buttercup, shut 'em up, I'ma cut mass
I'ma cut lass, nigga he got it, he gotta fuck 'em up, yeah
Tell me if I'm tripping
[Tyler Lyon:]
Am I my paranoid or scared
Or is this my nightmare
Were they ever really there?
Tell me if I'm tripping
Am I supposed to sit and wait
While they storm through the gate
Psycho just like Norman Bates
Tell me if I'm tripping
[Prozak, Woman:]
I don't really wanna play this, guys... This isn't something to mess around with
Come on, it's just a game, nothing to worry about, sit down
(Hey, man, hand me one of those beers)
But it's not just a game...
It is, everything is gonna be fine, hand me a beer too. Come on, let's do it
[Prozak:]
I can still remember, it was January twenty-third, 1994
And a group of us was chilling at the table, we was drinking with our fingers on the Ouija board
Tryna summon spirits asking "Ouija, can you hear us?" never thinking what was in store
Then the dogs started barking, in the darkness, all of a sudden it was knocking at the front door
Then we started approaching, cautious as hell as we pulled the door open
Nervous adrenaline, seeming slow motion, no one was there, we went back to the board hoping
That we finally made contact, with the deity, apparition on the other side
Then it started moving out and soon it was spelling out the warning in the morning one of us would die
We decided to stop it, said our goodbyes, and left the apartment
On the way home Sarah hit a patch of ice, lost control of her car, hit the ditch and lost her life
[Tyler Lyon:]
Am I my paranoid or scared
Were they ever really there?
Tell me if I'm tripping
Am I supposed to sit and wait
While they storm through the gate
Psycho just like Norman Bates
Tell me if I'm tripping
Fuck that shit, nigga, hmm, let's party
I wanted to find my gun, my lady runs to the bathroom
Yelling "someone", and when it's done
I'ma treat it like my daughters and son, we having fun
'Till intruders came knocking to come kill everyone
The beat and the kick ringing my bell uncontrollably
Four in the morning yelling my name so they know it's me
Scramble and try to find my nigga's gun, I'm supposed to be
Prepared for the crazy, my lady screaming don't go to see
Fuck it, I'm going down to the kitchen to get the knife
Invite 'em all in my crib and then take everybody's life
Chop 'em all into pieces, pray to God they heat-less
He in D shit, play with their bodies in the name of Jesus
One, two, three, god damn it's just the cops
All the motherfuckers must've scramm' when we hit the block
I was gonna kill am I wrong to feel
For my loved safety I'll leave you permanently still
Trav said he caught them on camera they came to his place
Two teen girls and the guy yelling "where is Yates"
Damn some fans would've lost some lives on this day
Mistaken, I would've been erasing all of the kid's face
[Tyler Lyon:]
Am I my paranoid or scared
Or is this my nightmare
Were they ever really there?
Tell me if I'm tripping
Am I supposed to sit and wait
While they storm through the gate
Psycho just like Norman Bates
Tell me if I'm tripping
[Brotha Lynch Hung:]
Yeah, it's gonna be the shit, wait 'till you hear this, man.
You on keyboard, I gotta get this fixed, man, damn...
Alright, there we go. Alright man, sit over there though
Seven o'clock, I was upstairs
I was on the keyboard making that tear
Knock on the front door, C.O. got it
Niggas came in, I said "Yo, get in the closet"
Hit 'em with venom and run up in 'em while they rummagin'
Too many niggas was coming in, I wanna get me one
Hopin' niggas try me cause I'm finna feel like "fry me"
Eyes all Chinese, high off reefer
I'ma get deeper, turn to the Grim Reaper
Use a heat seeker when I creep with the heater
Leave a deep gash, bring the heat fast
Hit 'em with the venom, when I get 'em I'ma keep 'em
Giving them an enema, even if it's ten of 'em
Then I'ma, eat 'em like dinner in the cinema
Then I'ma, shit 'em out, get 'em out
In about twenty-four seconds I'ma fuck 'em in the ass
Tuck 'em in the grass, cut 'em up fast
Buttercup, shut 'em up, I'ma cut mass
I'ma cut lass, nigga he got it, he gotta fuck 'em up, yeah
Tell me if I'm tripping
[Tyler Lyon:]
Am I my paranoid or scared
Or is this my nightmare
Were they ever really there?
Tell me if I'm tripping
Am I supposed to sit and wait
While they storm through the gate
Psycho just like Norman Bates
Tell me if I'm tripping
[Prozak, Woman:]
I don't really wanna play this, guys... This isn't something to mess around with
Come on, it's just a game, nothing to worry about, sit down
(Hey, man, hand me one of those beers)
But it's not just a game...
It is, everything is gonna be fine, hand me a beer too. Come on, let's do it
[Prozak:]
I can still remember, it was January twenty-third, 1994
And a group of us was chilling at the table, we was drinking with our fingers on the Ouija board
Tryna summon spirits asking "Ouija, can you hear us?" never thinking what was in store
Then the dogs started barking, in the darkness, all of a sudden it was knocking at the front door
Then we started approaching, cautious as hell as we pulled the door open
Nervous adrenaline, seeming slow motion, no one was there, we went back to the board hoping
That we finally made contact, with the deity, apparition on the other side
Then it started moving out and soon it was spelling out the warning in the morning one of us would die
We decided to stop it, said our goodbyes, and left the apartment
On the way home Sarah hit a patch of ice, lost control of her car, hit the ditch and lost her life
[Tyler Lyon:]
Am I my paranoid or scared
Were they ever really there?
Tell me if I'm tripping
Am I supposed to sit and wait
While they storm through the gate
Psycho just like Norman Bates
Tell me if I'm tripping
Fuck that shit, nigga, hmm, let's party
We Just Wanna Party lyrics - Tech N9ne (feat. Rittz, and Darrein Safron)
Girl scout cookies...check
151, Malibu rum and pineapple juice...check
Hennessy, Sprite and lemon...check
Patrón Silver, Patrón Citrónge, ready-to-serve margarita mix, limes, and orange juice...check
[Tech N9ne:]
(CHEAH)
I just wanna party, hit the drink until I'm numb (CHEAH)
I'm the nigga with the pineapple and malibu rum (CHEAH)
Plus the 151 I'mma get you stupid doo doo dumb (CHEAH)
Get the nookie when the cookies feelin' good up in her lungs (CHEAH)
Hella faded when I get up in the spot I hit the bar...(CHEAH)
Everybody want a photo with the Nina, I'm a star...(CHEAH)
And if anybody want it my nigga 'zilla got the gun
But we just wanna kick it and pick up a couple bitches
Who be looking so delicious, we give them all of they wishes
Then we done (done)
[Darrein Safron:]
My crew's all tripped out, off that real good green
The liquor's taking over, and we just wanna party
(This shit we) party, we just wanna party
(This shit we) party, we just wanna party
This shit we party, Sunday Monday Tuesday
Wednesday Thursday Friday, through the weekend
[Tech N9ne:]
Saturday to Sunday she be calling in on Monday
I live in the Boonies, if your ride is outie, then it's like you're traveling with a one way
We wanna put D on her
We gone, we zoned, in a weed coma
She don't belong if I squeeze phone her
And he want leads on where the G's home was
Ease on, she won't get to breathe on us
Tea's gone, we bump bitches elong' us
See schlong, she moan when I deep dong her
When he's grown, he is known to s-neeze on ya
Beez Holmes, we Jones'd, put the V on her
She's long, these songs get ya free dome
For the weed blown with the tone like I'm Steve Stone bruh
Keep on, be strong, never no leash on us, we beast on ya Biancas
[Darrein Safron:]
My crew's all tripped out, off that real good green
The liquor's taking over, and we just wan...(hold up)
[Rittz:]
Party animal, looking hammered, couple of handles of
Crown, we pound the shot cause it ain't shit for me to handle my
Liquor buzz, and bitch I wanna get to bust it open for the gram of molly
Got her pupils huge, her hands are clammin' up
Took advantage of the situation now she dancing to my music
When I turn around she taking her bra and panties off
Tan lines looking like she just got back from Panama
See these sparks flying like I lit a Roman candle up
Damn I just, can't think of your name, what is it, Angela?
Amber, Tammy, Pamela? I blame it on my Xani buzz
But blondie all my homies wanna hit ya, so I hand her off
Pimping since an infant I can't help that I'm the center of
Attention, trying to get paid, like Travis O'Guin, you see the symbol of
Snake and Bat, The Famous Stars and Straps, the Gucci signature
The ring that's on my pinky, you should throw the deuces, beam me up
Go stupid in the booth, I'm flexing like I'm Lou Ferrigno, ya-uh-yeah!
[Darrein Safron:]
My crew's all tripped out, off that real good green
The liquor's taking over, and we just wanna party
(This shit we) party, we just wanna party
(This shit we) party, we just wanna party
This shit we party, Sunday Monday Tuesday
Wednesday Thursday Friday, through the weekend
Girls just wanna have fun (hold up)
Guys just wanna get fucked (hold up)
[x2]
151, Malibu rum and pineapple juice...check
Hennessy, Sprite and lemon...check
Patrón Silver, Patrón Citrónge, ready-to-serve margarita mix, limes, and orange juice...check
[Tech N9ne:]
(CHEAH)
I just wanna party, hit the drink until I'm numb (CHEAH)
I'm the nigga with the pineapple and malibu rum (CHEAH)
Plus the 151 I'mma get you stupid doo doo dumb (CHEAH)
Get the nookie when the cookies feelin' good up in her lungs (CHEAH)
Hella faded when I get up in the spot I hit the bar...(CHEAH)
Everybody want a photo with the Nina, I'm a star...(CHEAH)
And if anybody want it my nigga 'zilla got the gun
But we just wanna kick it and pick up a couple bitches
Who be looking so delicious, we give them all of they wishes
Then we done (done)
[Darrein Safron:]
My crew's all tripped out, off that real good green
The liquor's taking over, and we just wanna party
(This shit we) party, we just wanna party
(This shit we) party, we just wanna party
This shit we party, Sunday Monday Tuesday
Wednesday Thursday Friday, through the weekend
[Tech N9ne:]
Saturday to Sunday she be calling in on Monday
I live in the Boonies, if your ride is outie, then it's like you're traveling with a one way
We wanna put D on her
We gone, we zoned, in a weed coma
She don't belong if I squeeze phone her
And he want leads on where the G's home was
Ease on, she won't get to breathe on us
Tea's gone, we bump bitches elong' us
See schlong, she moan when I deep dong her
When he's grown, he is known to s-neeze on ya
Beez Holmes, we Jones'd, put the V on her
She's long, these songs get ya free dome
For the weed blown with the tone like I'm Steve Stone bruh
Keep on, be strong, never no leash on us, we beast on ya Biancas
[Darrein Safron:]
My crew's all tripped out, off that real good green
The liquor's taking over, and we just wan...(hold up)
[Rittz:]
Party animal, looking hammered, couple of handles of
Crown, we pound the shot cause it ain't shit for me to handle my
Liquor buzz, and bitch I wanna get to bust it open for the gram of molly
Got her pupils huge, her hands are clammin' up
Took advantage of the situation now she dancing to my music
When I turn around she taking her bra and panties off
Tan lines looking like she just got back from Panama
See these sparks flying like I lit a Roman candle up
Damn I just, can't think of your name, what is it, Angela?
Amber, Tammy, Pamela? I blame it on my Xani buzz
But blondie all my homies wanna hit ya, so I hand her off
Pimping since an infant I can't help that I'm the center of
Attention, trying to get paid, like Travis O'Guin, you see the symbol of
Snake and Bat, The Famous Stars and Straps, the Gucci signature
The ring that's on my pinky, you should throw the deuces, beam me up
Go stupid in the booth, I'm flexing like I'm Lou Ferrigno, ya-uh-yeah!
[Darrein Safron:]
My crew's all tripped out, off that real good green
The liquor's taking over, and we just wanna party
(This shit we) party, we just wanna party
(This shit we) party, we just wanna party
This shit we party, Sunday Monday Tuesday
Wednesday Thursday Friday, through the weekend
Girls just wanna have fun (hold up)
Guys just wanna get fucked (hold up)
[x2]
Muah lyrics - Tech N9ne (feat. Krizz Kaliko)
[Tech N9ne:]
Them niggas were in each other's face like this, I thought they was gon' fuck, I don't know!
I'd rather be looking at a pussy like that like "Muah, muah, muah, muah, muah, muah, muah, muah!" Sorry and shit
Muah, muah, muah, muah
Muah, muah, muah, muah
Sorry and shit
[x4]
We go, that's why she want us in her throat
Don't bring her around us because we will get the vote
Cause money and the power get your honey in the shower
With this one he got it runny in her flower
When that whore see me rap
You won't be able to snatch your beezy back
It ain't no reason to act so sleazy cat
Music is some kind of aphrodisiac
You don't know she dreaming of having us in the sheets like
Loving that nigga that eat right, what you expect?
See, if you were Tech you would be pounding punani each night
If she bites, tell her to stop! Then we fight
Next minute, break up, then make up
That's what I call a peace pipe
My apologies, she wants Tech so she nollers me
Swallows me, on my rod is where your broad'll be
And your girl's a hella partying chick and she kiss it like
Muah, muah, muah
Sorry and shit
Muah, muah, muah, muah
Muah, muah, muah, muah
Sorry and shit
[x4]
We dope, that's why she want us in her throat
Don't bring her around us because we will get the vote
[Krizz Kaliko:]
Uh huh, 'em big ones huh?
So I dumps the pumps, her rump will hear that song and then she on my bumper
After the show, watch how these hoes get (ya, ya!)
Cuties trying to kick it like a concui
She just tryna' give me what I'm 'poda get
I'm sober as a gopher, poke her and then I'm over it
(Okay!) And I ain't slowing it down cause I got a goal to get
I know what your motive is, but you roll it 'fore the morning hit
(Okay!) I know she know just what a boner is
She phone the kids, she ain't coming home cause she on the dick
W-why you fighting 'round them areolas
Might be piping wives and them, like my rhymes reciting 'em
At the bar we can sit, drink and see how far we get
Me and the Donny Punani we already hit
(Sorry and shit) Okay!
[Tech N9ne:]
Muah, muah, muah, muah
Muah, muah, muah, muah
Sorry and shit
[x4]
[Krizz Kaliko:]
Aye! We're some dudes they want to hug
Want us in they throat cause we [?]
And give her what she missing at home
Feelin' K9 and she'll be alone
I see that snake and bat tat
Then I'm at that, wanna give us head
Around the map, you don't match that
Talkin' bout, she love me now
Now how hard it can get
And I can tell her now she hardly can sit, yeah, yeah!
[Tech N9ne:]
Muah, muah, muah, muah
Muah, muah, muah, muah
Sorry and shit
[x4]
Them niggas were in each other's face like this, I thought they was gon' fuck, I don't know!
I'd rather be looking at a pussy like that like "Muah, muah, muah, muah, muah, muah, muah, muah!" Sorry and shit
Muah, muah, muah, muah
Muah, muah, muah, muah
Sorry and shit
[x4]
We go, that's why she want us in her throat
Don't bring her around us because we will get the vote
Cause money and the power get your honey in the shower
With this one he got it runny in her flower
When that whore see me rap
You won't be able to snatch your beezy back
It ain't no reason to act so sleazy cat
Music is some kind of aphrodisiac
You don't know she dreaming of having us in the sheets like
Loving that nigga that eat right, what you expect?
See, if you were Tech you would be pounding punani each night
If she bites, tell her to stop! Then we fight
Next minute, break up, then make up
That's what I call a peace pipe
My apologies, she wants Tech so she nollers me
Swallows me, on my rod is where your broad'll be
And your girl's a hella partying chick and she kiss it like
Muah, muah, muah
Sorry and shit
Muah, muah, muah, muah
Muah, muah, muah, muah
Sorry and shit
[x4]
We dope, that's why she want us in her throat
Don't bring her around us because we will get the vote
[Krizz Kaliko:]
Uh huh, 'em big ones huh?
So I dumps the pumps, her rump will hear that song and then she on my bumper
After the show, watch how these hoes get (ya, ya!)
Cuties trying to kick it like a concui
She just tryna' give me what I'm 'poda get
I'm sober as a gopher, poke her and then I'm over it
(Okay!) And I ain't slowing it down cause I got a goal to get
I know what your motive is, but you roll it 'fore the morning hit
(Okay!) I know she know just what a boner is
She phone the kids, she ain't coming home cause she on the dick
W-why you fighting 'round them areolas
Might be piping wives and them, like my rhymes reciting 'em
At the bar we can sit, drink and see how far we get
Me and the Donny Punani we already hit
(Sorry and shit) Okay!
[Tech N9ne:]
Muah, muah, muah, muah
Muah, muah, muah, muah
Sorry and shit
[x4]
[Krizz Kaliko:]
Aye! We're some dudes they want to hug
Want us in they throat cause we [?]
And give her what she missing at home
Feelin' K9 and she'll be alone
I see that snake and bat tat
Then I'm at that, wanna give us head
Around the map, you don't match that
Talkin' bout, she love me now
Now how hard it can get
And I can tell her now she hardly can sit, yeah, yeah!
[Tech N9ne:]
Muah, muah, muah, muah
Muah, muah, muah, muah
Sorry and shit
[x4]
Strangeulation Vol. II Cypher III lyrics - Tech N9ne (feat. Big Scoob & JL B. Hood)
[Tech N9ne:]
I'm proud to present this cypher to my technicians, cause this one has been a long time coming.
So I called on my big homie Big Scoob, and my lil' homie; JL B. Hood. Let's go
[Big Scoob:]
Yeah, aha, Big Fella
Back pushin' that trap shit to your tracklist
Tecca Nina's new package, Big Fella gon' snap bitch
Whip game, I'm magic, front flips, no backflips
Still eatin' old passed whips, looky here, these facts, bitch (yeah!)
Big Fella y'all know me man, show me, homie, I'm still the same
I'm a little older got a little colder, I'm still the soldier, I'm blowing flames
Time to get, what's happening blood?
This don't get it I'm acting up
Y'all ain’t wit it, then I'ma go get it and ship it in, in the back of the bus
Nah, I'm just fuckin' with it, bickin' back and having fun
Bullshit I'm having none, pussy niggas best hold their tongue
Flip a switch and I'm with the shit get to clapping clips and I'm banging drums
Ignorant with this ignant shit and my only wish is you come get some!
[JL of B. Hood:]
I told you bitches where the fuck I'm from
Showed you this is where the luck might run
Out for the doubt, what you do with yo mouth about to be part of the reason I come and bust my gun!
Finicky front wanna be just like them
Nigga's a bore, be hunted just like one
This no war nor kid time son
It's a warning, do nothing dumb
You can feel what it is when exposed to the G's
A real one exists this close to the lead
Get ahold of the disk you suppose to believe
The show is a trip and the flow's a disease
Coke gotta fizz, got zones of the trees
Never let 'em live, let alone let 'em breathe
Not a fuck I could give, like "fucks? What are these?"
Pros we official, the hoes Lebanese
Strange got the game in a guillotine choke
Language aimed seen finna be quo-
-Ted, know it ain't my enemy hope
Swank if you can't consider me dope
Ya skank wanna grope me and Joey Cool both
On the bull with a 7, no Tony Kukoč
Bitch check into whenever you post
They come out the wood works know whenever you close
You know what I'm yellin' know somebody better tell 'em
Hard head make a soft ass lemme get 'em
Up in art class was the only time you drew a weapon
Up the bar blur lines I'm a urban legend
No T.I. TMI but I'm fuckin' with protection
Paper work in red like I'm makin' a correction
Select what I said hope you makin' the connection
We come at a nigga head it come off him in a second
Me and Tech got high said we finna do work
Spat hot lava, finna shoot first
You expect not vibe I could only do church
If my nigga was alive I am in the booth hurt!
Know that I ride, while I tell 'em B. Hood
You would look odd in my neck of the woods
If I really wanna slide in your hoe I could
But I'm God with a double O, y'all know I'm good!
Step like I should!
[Tech N9ne:]
I steps like a real should
Papered but still hood, we whip it and feel good
Aye, we makin' your bitches feel good
Yanked it and still could, we whip it and feel good
[x2]
I'm proud to present this cypher to my technicians, cause this one has been a long time coming.
So I called on my big homie Big Scoob, and my lil' homie; JL B. Hood. Let's go
[Big Scoob:]
Yeah, aha, Big Fella
Back pushin' that trap shit to your tracklist
Tecca Nina's new package, Big Fella gon' snap bitch
Whip game, I'm magic, front flips, no backflips
Still eatin' old passed whips, looky here, these facts, bitch (yeah!)
Big Fella y'all know me man, show me, homie, I'm still the same
I'm a little older got a little colder, I'm still the soldier, I'm blowing flames
Time to get, what's happening blood?
This don't get it I'm acting up
Y'all ain’t wit it, then I'ma go get it and ship it in, in the back of the bus
Nah, I'm just fuckin' with it, bickin' back and having fun
Bullshit I'm having none, pussy niggas best hold their tongue
Flip a switch and I'm with the shit get to clapping clips and I'm banging drums
Ignorant with this ignant shit and my only wish is you come get some!
[JL of B. Hood:]
I told you bitches where the fuck I'm from
Showed you this is where the luck might run
Out for the doubt, what you do with yo mouth about to be part of the reason I come and bust my gun!
Finicky front wanna be just like them
Nigga's a bore, be hunted just like one
This no war nor kid time son
It's a warning, do nothing dumb
You can feel what it is when exposed to the G's
A real one exists this close to the lead
Get ahold of the disk you suppose to believe
The show is a trip and the flow's a disease
Coke gotta fizz, got zones of the trees
Never let 'em live, let alone let 'em breathe
Not a fuck I could give, like "fucks? What are these?"
Pros we official, the hoes Lebanese
Strange got the game in a guillotine choke
Language aimed seen finna be quo-
-Ted, know it ain't my enemy hope
Swank if you can't consider me dope
Ya skank wanna grope me and Joey Cool both
On the bull with a 7, no Tony Kukoč
Bitch check into whenever you post
They come out the wood works know whenever you close
You know what I'm yellin' know somebody better tell 'em
Hard head make a soft ass lemme get 'em
Up in art class was the only time you drew a weapon
Up the bar blur lines I'm a urban legend
No T.I. TMI but I'm fuckin' with protection
Paper work in red like I'm makin' a correction
Select what I said hope you makin' the connection
We come at a nigga head it come off him in a second
Me and Tech got high said we finna do work
Spat hot lava, finna shoot first
You expect not vibe I could only do church
If my nigga was alive I am in the booth hurt!
Know that I ride, while I tell 'em B. Hood
You would look odd in my neck of the woods
If I really wanna slide in your hoe I could
But I'm God with a double O, y'all know I'm good!
Step like I should!
[Tech N9ne:]
I steps like a real should
Papered but still hood, we whip it and feel good
Aye, we makin' your bitches feel good
Yanked it and still could, we whip it and feel good
[x2]
Fired lyrics - Tech N9ne (feat. Stevie Stone & Darrein Safron)
[Phone Message:]
(Next message)
Um, I'm sorry, but, did I do something to you that you are not answering my calls or returning my calls,
answering my texts, something, I mean how did you go from completely fine to you don't wanna talk at all?
I mean, come on, what's the problem? I need one thing done, it should not be that hard, you'd break your leg for everybody else
[Darrein Safron:]
I fired her, she want a blowjob back no throw back (no throw back)
You fuckin' the pictures in your Kodak photo jack (photo jackin')
She loco, she loco, she makin' it postal (postal)
She lookin' real bozo, she sayin' she missin' me all on the social
That is a no no
[Tech N9ne:]
When she was interviewed
She treated big Donnie like dinner food
Was listening to the Carter IV interlude
When she was done I was deflated like an inner tube
She was totally naked with tennis shoes
She looked up and said "did I win or lose?"
I said you's a winner not a beginner
Her name was Caitlyn, not Bruce Jenner dude
She took the sucking real serious
But that shit got older than Sirius
Too much of me made her a leery bitch
Trippin', especially the week of her period
That PMS did not make a nigga reinvest
In her eatin' that, if I kept her working a nigga be in debt
So you being X'ed ain't no seeing Tech
Before that shit she was a good worker
Really unique shaft and hood jerker
Simply by sucking a nigga would burst her
Into a vaginal ocean but the wood cursed her
She a sug thirster, sucking on my sugar stick
I'm telling you this stupid bitch could murder (a dick)
My security stopped the blood merger
Now she stood further (a bit)
She make my legs sway, thinkin 'bout how she would beg, A
Nigga usually payed when she said pay
My nigga she made some really good headway
She still be trying to segway in my bed, hey
My Jon'll jump
But I fired her even though she never had a bad head day
Donald Trump! (Fire that bitch!)
[Darrein Safron:]
I fired her, she want a blowjob back no throw back (no throw back)
You fuckin' the pictures in your Kodak photo jack (photo jackin')
She loco, she loco, she makin' it postal (postal)
She lookin' real bozo, she sayin' she missin' me all on the social
That is a no no (Donald Trump)
[x2]
[Stevie Stone:]
(Yo!) When I met her she was doubtable
She would run it back into receiver
She would drive a couple of hours to clean up the crib
Then fuck me then feed me the type a chick a nigga thought that he needed
She would cum right when she leaving
She love rolling me up the loud and talk real quiet when speaking
This shit was gravy though, kit and caboodle amazing though
Never minded the fellatio, got up on the town
Bad bitches come around, get a freebie daily though
Down the line try to play me bro, wrote down on my profiles
On the socials, got to tweeting out, bitch flipped out
So I flossed more, no more energy
I done sit the box of Frosty Mini Wheats
She replied, "your ass is offending me, almost spazzed now, Stone you killing me"
She's a bad bitch but she postal
Plus the penny, they seen the so cold show
She's a psycho bitch up on the social
Bitch I've been tryin' not to expose ya, losing my mind
Tell me how many times (how many times)
How many times I keep tellin' your ass quit hittin' my line
This motion's expired, and no need for any reply
This here is one of the reasons, one of the reasons your ass got fired
[Darrein Safron:]
I fired her, she want a blowjob back no throw back (no throw back)
You fuckin' the pictures in your Kodak photo jack (photo jackin')
She loco, she loco, she makin' it postal (postal)
She lookin' real bozo, she sayin' she missin' me all on the social
That is a no no (Donald Trump)
[x2]
Real With Yourself lyrics -Tech N9ne (performed by Darrein Safron) (feat. Tech N9ne)
[Darrein Safron:]
Pull up, I be stuntin' keep it quiet, not public
Turn your phone off, he ain't calling, I does this
Get your body drippin', stop playin', I know what to do, oh, yeah
Baby I don't play no games when I'm in it
I go deep, so deep, girl, I'm swimming
He don't love you like I do, he don't keep it real with you
Fuck him!
Bet you he don't do it like I do
Catch him outside riding I shoot "pop, pop, pop!"
Girl, come back to the crib
To the bedroom, baby, I shoot "pop, pop, pop!"
Girl, you know where it's at
Keep it real, girl, he don't deserve you
He not in love with you
Girl, I'm in love with you
Tats all on your body, won't you get undressed, ooh yeah
Let my charm go down until there's nothing left, ooh yeah
Come from Saint Louis, they know 'bout my city
Lick up on the candy shop like I'm fifty
Look your girl, she went on ride like I'm Jigga
She wanna cuff me then cops gonna get me
You and me in a fantasy, off in Venice, oh so sexually
He don't love you like I do
[Tech N9ne:]
Aye, aye listen here, little nigga
I know what you doing with my woman when I ain't with her
Keep on wolfin', I'm a hit you with the chrome in ya iron liver
Give it a moment you'll be floating, ya folks'll be crying rivers
Who are ya thinking put her together, me
No matter who's punching we will forever
B-L-double-O-D, so roguely, how you dissing, don't know me
Hoe chose me, and I think it's funny you think she your trophy
What's up, MO, dirty
Fucking with the real you get hit with the 30-30
Not because you gets the wet, miss the Tech
Gotta make you hit the deck, cause of disrespect
Now who you gonna run to?
When in the pack of a gun dumper
Some thunder, will be coming when I confront ya
Some want ya, cause ya flashy they come hunt ya
And you don't even know I sent her to you, dumb youngster!
[Darrein Safron:]
Bet you he don't do it like I do
Catch him outside riding I shoot "pop, pop, pop!"
Girl, come back to the crib
To the bedroom, baby, I shoot "pop, pop, pop!"
Girl, you know where it's at
Keep it real, girl, he don't deserve you
He not in love with you
Girl, I'm in love with you
So chop it for real, one when you shoot (Keep it real with yourself) [x4]
Baby, stop playing, girl you know I do you right
Go ahead and dim the lights, paparazzi lights flashing every night
Maserati swerve, swerve, swerve on your curves
What's the word, word, word?
If he wants beef let me know how you want it served
From Saint Louis, we just live like it is a purge
Uh, I ain't scared of nobody, I got them guns in the lobby
No one can stop me, hit everybody
I promise I'll do it for you, only you
Leave his body with holes, with I-V tools
It's getting tight, lubricant, don’t know why I
Do this shit, roll down that window tint and see that barrel spit
I swear, I, God if he want it I'm rushing with pistols busting
I leave his body in public, and drop it for getting nothing! (Gah!)
(You all mine, oh, oh!)
Bet you he don't do it like I do
Catch him outside riding I shoot "pop, pop, pop!"
Girl, come back to the crib
To the bedroom, baby, I shoot "pop, pop, pop!"
Girl, you know where it's at
Keep it real, girl, he don't deserve you
He not in love with you
Girl, I'm in love with you
So chop it for real, one when you shoot (Keep it real with yourself) [x5]
Pull up, I be stuntin' keep it quiet, not public
Turn your phone off, he ain't calling, I does this
Get your body drippin', stop playin', I know what to do, oh, yeah
Baby I don't play no games when I'm in it
I go deep, so deep, girl, I'm swimming
He don't love you like I do, he don't keep it real with you
Fuck him!
Bet you he don't do it like I do
Catch him outside riding I shoot "pop, pop, pop!"
Girl, come back to the crib
To the bedroom, baby, I shoot "pop, pop, pop!"
Girl, you know where it's at
Keep it real, girl, he don't deserve you
He not in love with you
Girl, I'm in love with you
Tats all on your body, won't you get undressed, ooh yeah
Let my charm go down until there's nothing left, ooh yeah
Come from Saint Louis, they know 'bout my city
Lick up on the candy shop like I'm fifty
Look your girl, she went on ride like I'm Jigga
She wanna cuff me then cops gonna get me
You and me in a fantasy, off in Venice, oh so sexually
He don't love you like I do
[Tech N9ne:]
Aye, aye listen here, little nigga
I know what you doing with my woman when I ain't with her
Keep on wolfin', I'm a hit you with the chrome in ya iron liver
Give it a moment you'll be floating, ya folks'll be crying rivers
Who are ya thinking put her together, me
No matter who's punching we will forever
B-L-double-O-D, so roguely, how you dissing, don't know me
Hoe chose me, and I think it's funny you think she your trophy
What's up, MO, dirty
Fucking with the real you get hit with the 30-30
Not because you gets the wet, miss the Tech
Gotta make you hit the deck, cause of disrespect
Now who you gonna run to?
When in the pack of a gun dumper
Some thunder, will be coming when I confront ya
Some want ya, cause ya flashy they come hunt ya
And you don't even know I sent her to you, dumb youngster!
[Darrein Safron:]
Bet you he don't do it like I do
Catch him outside riding I shoot "pop, pop, pop!"
Girl, come back to the crib
To the bedroom, baby, I shoot "pop, pop, pop!"
Girl, you know where it's at
Keep it real, girl, he don't deserve you
He not in love with you
Girl, I'm in love with you
So chop it for real, one when you shoot (Keep it real with yourself) [x4]
Baby, stop playing, girl you know I do you right
Go ahead and dim the lights, paparazzi lights flashing every night
Maserati swerve, swerve, swerve on your curves
What's the word, word, word?
If he wants beef let me know how you want it served
From Saint Louis, we just live like it is a purge
Uh, I ain't scared of nobody, I got them guns in the lobby
No one can stop me, hit everybody
I promise I'll do it for you, only you
Leave his body with holes, with I-V tools
It's getting tight, lubricant, don’t know why I
Do this shit, roll down that window tint and see that barrel spit
I swear, I, God if he want it I'm rushing with pistols busting
I leave his body in public, and drop it for getting nothing! (Gah!)
(You all mine, oh, oh!)
Bet you he don't do it like I do
Catch him outside riding I shoot "pop, pop, pop!"
Girl, come back to the crib
To the bedroom, baby, I shoot "pop, pop, pop!"
Girl, you know where it's at
Keep it real, girl, he don't deserve you
He not in love with you
Girl, I'm in love with you
So chop it for real, one when you shoot (Keep it real with yourself) [x5]
Chilly Rub lyrics - Tech N9ne (feat. Stevie Stone & Godemis)
[Tech N9ne (Woman):]
Take off your shirt and your bra
(Okay) Lay on the bed on your stomach
(Hmm, okay)
Okay, I'm gonna straddle you now, okay?
(Alright)
I'm gonna place my palms up.
Then I'm gonna place the tips of my fingernails at the top of your left and right shoulders, and I'm gonna swirl down your back
(Hmm)
[Tech N9ne:]
Now you're bout to feel the chill bumps
I'mma do this to you 'til lunch
You're the lunch that I'm talking bout
More chilly pimples popping out
Yes I'm giving you a chilly rub
Ain't it feeling beautiful you're loving what the milli does
Just a little minute longer with the rubbing it is nothing
You'll be begging me to hit you with the Billy Club
I'mma do it to it
'Til you got to release that fluid spew it
Tape it let her friend who never knew it, view it
Did you hella proper, now you it, do it
Yeah she running like a relay
Meaning she quick when it hits D Day
Like 180 on the freeway
You ain't gotta worry bout a thing nigga she lay
Chilly rubbing'll get you hot as an oven
Whether you drinking or drugging
It get you ready for loving
After you grub on the muffin
You gonna be shoving the stuffin'
Nigga you beating and busting like a percussion
Nigga it's on if she take off her top
Shivering's making her get the Riot Maker to pop
Shake her a lot
You really like her and want to ding her? Well
Palms up down her back with the tip of your fingernails
[Tech N9ne (Krizz Kaliko):]
Chilly rub (Uh huh!)
Call me when he leave I won't come 'til he duck (Uh huh!)
Need the stimulation I'm the illy plug (Hey!)
And you know I got that drink and I got the silly bud (Uh huh!)
And I know you want that (chilly rub!)
Watch me do it (chilly rub!)
All into it (chilly rub!)
You know what the chilly does (Uh huh!)
I know you like this touchy-feely thug (Hey!)
And every time we link you think it's really love
From this chilly rub
[Stevie Stone:]
When she's all alone on a late night
She on a belly, face down showing all cat
Get to rubbing on the body and she moanin'
Get to screaming like Stevie whatcha call that?
I told her, baby wait a minute just fall back
I made the cookie on the lady she applaud that
And got the foreplay feeling fengshui
All gas baby tell 'em over haul that
And I be digging real good in the morning
Text to your girls that booty fire
She'll be reminiscing thinking that she love me
Forgetting every nigga that she been with prior
What is it? (Make her feel this way)
What is it? (Tell her climb on me)
What is it? (Let her ride that weed)
Baby had a very long D
I told her she could get it in time if she ready
She wanted stimulation and I'm trying to break the levy
I got her face down ass up on her belly
I'm tugging on her hair make her breathing all heavy
She fuck me with the plug so the plug put the pipe down
'Fore them other niggas pussy on strike now
She got a creme de la creme nigga tight now
Said she want it right now, came in a night gown
Chilly rub
[Tech N9ne (Krizz Kaliko):]
Chilly rubs (Uh huh!)
Call me when he leave I won't come 'til he duck (Uh huh!)
Need the stimulation I'm the illy plug (Hey!)
You know I got that drink and I got the silly bud (Uh huh!)
I know you want that (chilly rub!)
Watch me do it (chilly rub!)
All into it (chilly rub!)
You know what the chilly does (Uh huh!)
I know you like this touchy-feely thug (Hey!)
And every time we link you think it's really love
From this chilly rub
[Godemis:]
Now what the fuck is the drillbit? I'm wavy
I'm still wetter to fill up what y'all gave me
If I had a controller could y'all play me?
Cause I'm hella rain but ain't chilling with y'all lately
Me and them hood rats been on ten
She give me the green life and sin going in
If I apply pressure then the rules gon' bend
Consensual fornicating fucking with grown men
And everyone of y'all ready to be wet up
I'm on another level I ain't ever gonna let up
My homegirl rolling got to help her keep her head up
And know I got her MO trying to get her out her get up
I get up, she get on and we on some other shit
And she know what I'm on it's beyond she loving it
And she don't need that top or bottom
Unbutton it, I slap it, I flip it, I blast it
I'm rubbing it and when I'm up in it
She wetter than a T-2
No I don't need another player just me and you
I'm going off at the offence, D-2
And made a top flight nigga like meet you
You got a man but his plans just really dull
Hear what I'm saying roll out that's really bud
I'm finna ground getting pounded pretty much
Chick you're finna come and get this chilly rub
[Tech N9ne (Krizz Kaliko):]
Chilly rubs (Uh huh!)
Call me when he leave I won't come 'til he duck (Uh huh!)
Need the stimulation I'm the illy plug (Hey!)
You know I got that drink and I got the silly bud (Uh huh!)
I know you want that (chilly rub!)
Watch me do it (chilly rub!)
All into it (chilly rub!)
You know what the chilly does (Uh huh!)
I know you like this touchy feely thug (Hey!)
And every time we link you think it's really love
From this chilly rub
Take off your shirt and your bra
(Okay) Lay on the bed on your stomach
(Hmm, okay)
Okay, I'm gonna straddle you now, okay?
(Alright)
I'm gonna place my palms up.
Then I'm gonna place the tips of my fingernails at the top of your left and right shoulders, and I'm gonna swirl down your back
(Hmm)
[Tech N9ne:]
Now you're bout to feel the chill bumps
I'mma do this to you 'til lunch
You're the lunch that I'm talking bout
More chilly pimples popping out
Yes I'm giving you a chilly rub
Ain't it feeling beautiful you're loving what the milli does
Just a little minute longer with the rubbing it is nothing
You'll be begging me to hit you with the Billy Club
I'mma do it to it
'Til you got to release that fluid spew it
Tape it let her friend who never knew it, view it
Did you hella proper, now you it, do it
Yeah she running like a relay
Meaning she quick when it hits D Day
Like 180 on the freeway
You ain't gotta worry bout a thing nigga she lay
Chilly rubbing'll get you hot as an oven
Whether you drinking or drugging
It get you ready for loving
After you grub on the muffin
You gonna be shoving the stuffin'
Nigga you beating and busting like a percussion
Nigga it's on if she take off her top
Shivering's making her get the Riot Maker to pop
Shake her a lot
You really like her and want to ding her? Well
Palms up down her back with the tip of your fingernails
[Tech N9ne (Krizz Kaliko):]
Chilly rub (Uh huh!)
Call me when he leave I won't come 'til he duck (Uh huh!)
Need the stimulation I'm the illy plug (Hey!)
And you know I got that drink and I got the silly bud (Uh huh!)
And I know you want that (chilly rub!)
Watch me do it (chilly rub!)
All into it (chilly rub!)
You know what the chilly does (Uh huh!)
I know you like this touchy-feely thug (Hey!)
And every time we link you think it's really love
From this chilly rub
[Stevie Stone:]
When she's all alone on a late night
She on a belly, face down showing all cat
Get to rubbing on the body and she moanin'
Get to screaming like Stevie whatcha call that?
I told her, baby wait a minute just fall back
I made the cookie on the lady she applaud that
And got the foreplay feeling fengshui
All gas baby tell 'em over haul that
And I be digging real good in the morning
Text to your girls that booty fire
She'll be reminiscing thinking that she love me
Forgetting every nigga that she been with prior
What is it? (Make her feel this way)
What is it? (Tell her climb on me)
What is it? (Let her ride that weed)
Baby had a very long D
I told her she could get it in time if she ready
She wanted stimulation and I'm trying to break the levy
I got her face down ass up on her belly
I'm tugging on her hair make her breathing all heavy
She fuck me with the plug so the plug put the pipe down
'Fore them other niggas pussy on strike now
She got a creme de la creme nigga tight now
Said she want it right now, came in a night gown
Chilly rub
[Tech N9ne (Krizz Kaliko):]
Chilly rubs (Uh huh!)
Call me when he leave I won't come 'til he duck (Uh huh!)
Need the stimulation I'm the illy plug (Hey!)
You know I got that drink and I got the silly bud (Uh huh!)
I know you want that (chilly rub!)
Watch me do it (chilly rub!)
All into it (chilly rub!)
You know what the chilly does (Uh huh!)
I know you like this touchy-feely thug (Hey!)
And every time we link you think it's really love
From this chilly rub
[Godemis:]
Now what the fuck is the drillbit? I'm wavy
I'm still wetter to fill up what y'all gave me
If I had a controller could y'all play me?
Cause I'm hella rain but ain't chilling with y'all lately
Me and them hood rats been on ten
She give me the green life and sin going in
If I apply pressure then the rules gon' bend
Consensual fornicating fucking with grown men
And everyone of y'all ready to be wet up
I'm on another level I ain't ever gonna let up
My homegirl rolling got to help her keep her head up
And know I got her MO trying to get her out her get up
I get up, she get on and we on some other shit
And she know what I'm on it's beyond she loving it
And she don't need that top or bottom
Unbutton it, I slap it, I flip it, I blast it
I'm rubbing it and when I'm up in it
She wetter than a T-2
No I don't need another player just me and you
I'm going off at the offence, D-2
And made a top flight nigga like meet you
You got a man but his plans just really dull
Hear what I'm saying roll out that's really bud
I'm finna ground getting pounded pretty much
Chick you're finna come and get this chilly rub
[Tech N9ne (Krizz Kaliko):]
Chilly rubs (Uh huh!)
Call me when he leave I won't come 'til he duck (Uh huh!)
Need the stimulation I'm the illy plug (Hey!)
You know I got that drink and I got the silly bud (Uh huh!)
I know you want that (chilly rub!)
Watch me do it (chilly rub!)
All into it (chilly rub!)
You know what the chilly does (Uh huh!)
I know you like this touchy feely thug (Hey!)
And every time we link you think it's really love
From this chilly rub
Strangeulation Vol. II Cypher IV lyrics - Tech N9ne (feat. Krizz Kaliko, Rittz & Prozak)
[Tech N9ne:]
So you know you got to go when Tech N9ne hand you this track
So I call on Krizz, Rittz and Prozak, let's go!
[Krizz Kaliko:]
(Here we go again! Haha! Hey Tech, watch this!)
Kali baby, I guess I'm back at it again
Lemme laugh at 'em again
Cause they know I write the back out of a pen
Holy moly get going nobody hold 'em is what they told 'em
And poda-be motor yodeling sick-and ain't gettin over it
Sick at the lip and watch 'em clown, look at 'em clown, clown
Loving to tickle 'em I be licking 'em down give 'em the crown
Look at the ground when you approaching the regal Beagle
And people don't be equal and when they (or saying) it's fecal
Betta (give it up), put 'em in the blender
Surrender it like you (had enough)
Never no-contender pretending like to (ready-to-buck)
Ninja turtle dinner to a splinter, I don't (give a fuck)
Ah-ha, (it goes up)
Killin nigga's like the coppers
And rappers on my thing-a-ma-bobber
Come to chopping I'm the home of the whopper
Your girly bopping I don't think I can stop her
So dope that it made her wanna gimme a slobber
(They remember you) when you stop and you pop
(Every syllable) Bow down to a nigga that's (better than you)
And he thinking he can just come and just speak at him really rude
Ah-ha, eat the nigga food
I'll knock the stuffing out ya muffin, fucking knucklehead
Never did it wrong cause you singing the song all in your head
Lead off, I beat the beat up and go
Run a nigga feet off and chew 'em like a piece of pilaf
Shitting on niggas an leave the seat off, then re-tweet off
Social media this to beat off to
Damn, they think we lost cause when we get off a look at themselves saying we awful
Cause it's more than bread that we wanting
Me and Nina keeping 'em jumping
And we won't stop till we get to the top
You in the way then we Midwest chop ya!
[Rittz:]
Shit, never could do right in school, I just choose to cruise by
The principal told me I’ma loser, the dude’s right
All I did as a kid was shoot dice, I’m too white
Cause I’m excused, my future never was too bright
But who would’ve knew I’d be lucky enough to get a record deal
And pursue my musical tube site not once, but two times
I murder shit, a repeat offender with the biggest independent, salute N9ne
If they bussin' I'mma take this rappin' shit to a new height
Too tight like Drake's bike jacket, my crew like
A pack of wild wolves, bout to howl at the moonlight
You wanna come at us? God bless, gesundheit
You a pussy, you might lose a fight with a bull dyke
And I already give you a fuse strike, a few of mine
Kinda swole with this [?] face base lay a bullseye
And you like (ooh ah)
And I ain't quitting 'till I got a crib in Malibu sitting poolside
I'm chilling sipping Crown a coke bag
I say what I'm thinking, never been known to hold back
I'm pimpin' 'em steadily, putting hoes on Prozak
Blow got me looking like my nose is snow capped
Under the scopes, steady getting groped and poked at
Then those that oppose that wanna do-si-do
Per rope-a-dope and get your K-O with toe tag
At five ten you can see my 'fro from rows back
Fake friends hanging on my coast below Tech
Hate the term 'no homo' but I'm sick
Of bending over, getting fucked for the dough I don't have
Oh snap, forgot it was a chopper song
This is what you want to hear, I guess I better do a study how I execute it, therapeautic
Don't compare me, some of these rappers got a bigger pussy than the Octomom
And yo, ya-uh-yeah!
[Prozak:]
Thinkin' about takin' it to another level
I'm from another realm like an angel falling from heaven
(I fell) To the Earth, the purpose of resurrection
I'm coming through your speakers like demonic possession
(And hell's bells) Don't be afraid of mythology
Deep inside my brain is a wicked psychology
Ancient revelation intertwine with technology
Alien biology, you know that I gotta be (Strange!)
Damn right, and I'm proud to be
Biggest independent label, check the biography
We taking over the industry without an apology
Burning all the bridges, tell me who wanna follow me
I'm sick with the sickness and spit with the quickness, so vicious with every bar (bar)
So best to be leaving me lonely, psychotic and mentally scarred (scarred)
And I don't really wanna be the one to tell you but I will if you don't get it by now
Our strangers are angels, and able to seal the game, you lames better bow down (bow down)
You need to recognize a miracle inside the lyrical, we're killing all these shows now
Started from the bottom, now we got the people showing up in line and upping every time
Takin' it to another planet and stratosphere
Circle like a satellite on top of this atmosphere
Snake and bat the symbol of the future, don't interfere
You don't really wanna be the one we make disappear
And this flow is hypnotic, it's class A narcotics, you pop out the bottle
Prescribed by psychologists, go for psychotic shit
Prozak and Kaliko, Rittz (Midwest Chopper shit)
[Skyler Brown & Kelsee Pietz:]
Baby, you up?
Yeah, let's do it
So you know you got to go when Tech N9ne hand you this track
So I call on Krizz, Rittz and Prozak, let's go!
[Krizz Kaliko:]
(Here we go again! Haha! Hey Tech, watch this!)
Kali baby, I guess I'm back at it again
Lemme laugh at 'em again
Cause they know I write the back out of a pen
Holy moly get going nobody hold 'em is what they told 'em
And poda-be motor yodeling sick-and ain't gettin over it
Sick at the lip and watch 'em clown, look at 'em clown, clown
Loving to tickle 'em I be licking 'em down give 'em the crown
Look at the ground when you approaching the regal Beagle
And people don't be equal and when they (or saying) it's fecal
Betta (give it up), put 'em in the blender
Surrender it like you (had enough)
Never no-contender pretending like to (ready-to-buck)
Ninja turtle dinner to a splinter, I don't (give a fuck)
Ah-ha, (it goes up)
Killin nigga's like the coppers
And rappers on my thing-a-ma-bobber
Come to chopping I'm the home of the whopper
Your girly bopping I don't think I can stop her
So dope that it made her wanna gimme a slobber
(They remember you) when you stop and you pop
(Every syllable) Bow down to a nigga that's (better than you)
And he thinking he can just come and just speak at him really rude
Ah-ha, eat the nigga food
I'll knock the stuffing out ya muffin, fucking knucklehead
Never did it wrong cause you singing the song all in your head
Lead off, I beat the beat up and go
Run a nigga feet off and chew 'em like a piece of pilaf
Shitting on niggas an leave the seat off, then re-tweet off
Social media this to beat off to
Damn, they think we lost cause when we get off a look at themselves saying we awful
Cause it's more than bread that we wanting
Me and Nina keeping 'em jumping
And we won't stop till we get to the top
You in the way then we Midwest chop ya!
[Rittz:]
Shit, never could do right in school, I just choose to cruise by
The principal told me I’ma loser, the dude’s right
All I did as a kid was shoot dice, I’m too white
Cause I’m excused, my future never was too bright
But who would’ve knew I’d be lucky enough to get a record deal
And pursue my musical tube site not once, but two times
I murder shit, a repeat offender with the biggest independent, salute N9ne
If they bussin' I'mma take this rappin' shit to a new height
Too tight like Drake's bike jacket, my crew like
A pack of wild wolves, bout to howl at the moonlight
You wanna come at us? God bless, gesundheit
You a pussy, you might lose a fight with a bull dyke
And I already give you a fuse strike, a few of mine
Kinda swole with this [?] face base lay a bullseye
And you like (ooh ah)
And I ain't quitting 'till I got a crib in Malibu sitting poolside
I'm chilling sipping Crown a coke bag
I say what I'm thinking, never been known to hold back
I'm pimpin' 'em steadily, putting hoes on Prozak
Blow got me looking like my nose is snow capped
Under the scopes, steady getting groped and poked at
Then those that oppose that wanna do-si-do
Per rope-a-dope and get your K-O with toe tag
At five ten you can see my 'fro from rows back
Fake friends hanging on my coast below Tech
Hate the term 'no homo' but I'm sick
Of bending over, getting fucked for the dough I don't have
Oh snap, forgot it was a chopper song
This is what you want to hear, I guess I better do a study how I execute it, therapeautic
Don't compare me, some of these rappers got a bigger pussy than the Octomom
And yo, ya-uh-yeah!
[Prozak:]
Thinkin' about takin' it to another level
I'm from another realm like an angel falling from heaven
(I fell) To the Earth, the purpose of resurrection
I'm coming through your speakers like demonic possession
(And hell's bells) Don't be afraid of mythology
Deep inside my brain is a wicked psychology
Ancient revelation intertwine with technology
Alien biology, you know that I gotta be (Strange!)
Damn right, and I'm proud to be
Biggest independent label, check the biography
We taking over the industry without an apology
Burning all the bridges, tell me who wanna follow me
I'm sick with the sickness and spit with the quickness, so vicious with every bar (bar)
So best to be leaving me lonely, psychotic and mentally scarred (scarred)
And I don't really wanna be the one to tell you but I will if you don't get it by now
Our strangers are angels, and able to seal the game, you lames better bow down (bow down)
You need to recognize a miracle inside the lyrical, we're killing all these shows now
Started from the bottom, now we got the people showing up in line and upping every time
Takin' it to another planet and stratosphere
Circle like a satellite on top of this atmosphere
Snake and bat the symbol of the future, don't interfere
You don't really wanna be the one we make disappear
And this flow is hypnotic, it's class A narcotics, you pop out the bottle
Prescribed by psychologists, go for psychotic shit
Prozak and Kaliko, Rittz (Midwest Chopper shit)
[Skyler Brown & Kelsee Pietz:]
Baby, you up?
Yeah, let's do it
Wake And Bake lyrics - Tech N9ne (feat. Krizz Kaliko & ¡Mayday!)
[Gianni Ca$h:]
Uh-huh, okay, light it!
[Tech N9ne:]
Wake up in the morning, hit the porch and puff a doobie
Wake and baking got me coughing up a lugie
Make a quick by most and now I'm feeling kinda groovy
Got to find that chick that got the biggest booty
But she got to have the facial features of Karrueche
Easy sex, she got the diamonds in the coochie
Get me girls to gift to guys to grip and give them Gucci
Living lavish, looking loving lot of Luchi
Got to give a shout out to my other mother Ruby
That's because she's always been an angel to me
Plus I wanna give one to my O.G. brother Scoobie
Packed the bus that would make a sucky nigga woozy
Loving leaf and liquor ever since I was a juvie
Now I need another, no, I'm not a newbie
Smoking reefer with the darker nigga from the Luniz
Piece of hotter head is stuck off in her booties
Got them vape toys
That creates joy
Such a great choice
Wake and bake, boy
[Krizz Kaliko:]
(Wake and bake!)
When I get up, I gotta keep the lit up, my nigga!
(Wake and bake!)
Puffiing on the loud, we gon' make the clouds, nigga!
(Wake and bake!)
Gotta get up, I gotta keep the lit up, my nigga!
(Wake and bake!)
Oh no, no, no, no, KC! I got the "oh" weed, ah!
[Bernz:]
Open up my eyes and need some roaches for my breakfast
Don't know where I am cause lately I been living reckless
Dig 'em out the ashtray, smoke it 'till I'm breathless
Soaking up the eyes and tryna focus on my next shit
Toking on that lion 'till I'm spotting the dimensions
Fuck a GPS, ride two too high, they get resumption
I been on a mission, just to get us all that necklace
Hitting every city with the motherfucking vengeance
Maybe it's an access, maybe it's expected
Maybe you can blame it on material possessions
When I'm getting high it's when I tell you my direction
But if it's up to me I'd rather lie and give y'all guessing
Every single morning I'm just smoking on my blessings
Mix a little coffee with my cannabis and exit
I know it's infectious, a spiritual connection
I get when I wake up and turn into the smoking session
[Tech N9ne:]
Got them vape toys
That creates joy
Such a great choice
Wake and bake, boy
[Krizz Kaliko:]
(Wake and bake!)
When I get up, I gotta keep the lit up, my nigga!
(Wake and bake!)
Puffing on the loud, we gon' make the clouds, nigga!
(Wake and bake!)
When I get up, I gotta keep the lit up, my nigga!
(Wake and bake!)
Oh no, no, no, don't see! I got the "oh" weed!
[Wrekonize:]
Waking up, I'm baking blunts, I'm going, somebody stop me
I fly my definitions higher than Hitachi
Last night I was drinking, got my thinking kinda choppy
My girl came over knocking, calling out for papi
Fly as Nicaragua and dressed in Louie and Versace
I bent her over and I fried her like hibachi
Feeling high and cocky, balling out like Bachi
She brought a friend who had a tight end, Jeremy Shockey
Matter fact, the volcano was loaded up and locky
Vaporized the weed and dropping treats like we were Rocky
All the brothers bringing over trees was kinda sloppy
But ¡Mayday! packing pens, got your friends acting like zombies
Naga told me Nazis, die and hard to proxy
But fuck a middleman, you know that Joanie only Chachi's
Rappers's butts are pressing us to snooze, bitch, watch me
Wake and bake and take it to the face like paparazzi
[Tech N9ne:]
Got them vape toys
That creates joy
Such a great choice
Wake and bake, boy
[Krizz Kaliko:]
(Wake and bake!)
When I get up, I gotta keep the lit up, my nigga!
(Wake and bake!)
Puffing on the loud, we gon' make the clouds, nigga!
(Wake and bake!)
I said I gotta get up, I gotta keep the lit up, my nigga!
(Wake and bake!)
Oh no, no, no, no, don't see! I got the "oh" weed, my nigga!
Uh-huh, okay, light it!
[Tech N9ne:]
Wake up in the morning, hit the porch and puff a doobie
Wake and baking got me coughing up a lugie
Make a quick by most and now I'm feeling kinda groovy
Got to find that chick that got the biggest booty
But she got to have the facial features of Karrueche
Easy sex, she got the diamonds in the coochie
Get me girls to gift to guys to grip and give them Gucci
Living lavish, looking loving lot of Luchi
Got to give a shout out to my other mother Ruby
That's because she's always been an angel to me
Plus I wanna give one to my O.G. brother Scoobie
Packed the bus that would make a sucky nigga woozy
Loving leaf and liquor ever since I was a juvie
Now I need another, no, I'm not a newbie
Smoking reefer with the darker nigga from the Luniz
Piece of hotter head is stuck off in her booties
Got them vape toys
That creates joy
Such a great choice
Wake and bake, boy
[Krizz Kaliko:]
(Wake and bake!)
When I get up, I gotta keep the lit up, my nigga!
(Wake and bake!)
Puffiing on the loud, we gon' make the clouds, nigga!
(Wake and bake!)
Gotta get up, I gotta keep the lit up, my nigga!
(Wake and bake!)
Oh no, no, no, no, KC! I got the "oh" weed, ah!
[Bernz:]
Open up my eyes and need some roaches for my breakfast
Don't know where I am cause lately I been living reckless
Dig 'em out the ashtray, smoke it 'till I'm breathless
Soaking up the eyes and tryna focus on my next shit
Toking on that lion 'till I'm spotting the dimensions
Fuck a GPS, ride two too high, they get resumption
I been on a mission, just to get us all that necklace
Hitting every city with the motherfucking vengeance
Maybe it's an access, maybe it's expected
Maybe you can blame it on material possessions
When I'm getting high it's when I tell you my direction
But if it's up to me I'd rather lie and give y'all guessing
Every single morning I'm just smoking on my blessings
Mix a little coffee with my cannabis and exit
I know it's infectious, a spiritual connection
I get when I wake up and turn into the smoking session
[Tech N9ne:]
Got them vape toys
That creates joy
Such a great choice
Wake and bake, boy
[Krizz Kaliko:]
(Wake and bake!)
When I get up, I gotta keep the lit up, my nigga!
(Wake and bake!)
Puffing on the loud, we gon' make the clouds, nigga!
(Wake and bake!)
When I get up, I gotta keep the lit up, my nigga!
(Wake and bake!)
Oh no, no, no, don't see! I got the "oh" weed!
[Wrekonize:]
Waking up, I'm baking blunts, I'm going, somebody stop me
I fly my definitions higher than Hitachi
Last night I was drinking, got my thinking kinda choppy
My girl came over knocking, calling out for papi
Fly as Nicaragua and dressed in Louie and Versace
I bent her over and I fried her like hibachi
Feeling high and cocky, balling out like Bachi
She brought a friend who had a tight end, Jeremy Shockey
Matter fact, the volcano was loaded up and locky
Vaporized the weed and dropping treats like we were Rocky
All the brothers bringing over trees was kinda sloppy
But ¡Mayday! packing pens, got your friends acting like zombies
Naga told me Nazis, die and hard to proxy
But fuck a middleman, you know that Joanie only Chachi's
Rappers's butts are pressing us to snooze, bitch, watch me
Wake and bake and take it to the face like paparazzi
[Tech N9ne:]
Got them vape toys
That creates joy
Such a great choice
Wake and bake, boy
[Krizz Kaliko:]
(Wake and bake!)
When I get up, I gotta keep the lit up, my nigga!
(Wake and bake!)
Puffing on the loud, we gon' make the clouds, nigga!
(Wake and bake!)
I said I gotta get up, I gotta keep the lit up, my nigga!
(Wake and bake!)
Oh no, no, no, no, don't see! I got the "oh" weed, my nigga!
Message To MURS (Skit) lyrics - Tech N9ne
Murs, I know you don't smoke weed, but I'ma get you high today, hahaha,
I'm about to send you this song called "Blunt And A Ho", it's you, me and Ubi.
I want you to talk about all your problems you've had in the past all the way up to now or whatever,
it's probably just what you going through right now, when you hear my verse you'll know what I'm talking about,
and you in your verse, fuck it, I got a, uh, "check it out, I got a blunt, and a ho,"
you know what I'm saying, it's fucking beautiful, man, I hope you like it.
I hope you can, uh, feel it, and uh, hit me when you hear it, cause it's coming to you right now.
Let me know, just talk about all your problems, you'll hear all my shit,
I'm talking about the IRS took all my money and everything, and I just end it,
you know when I "So check it out, I got a blunt, and a ho," that makes everything better,
you know what I mean? So, yes, alright, and I'm gonna Tech N9ne!
I'm about to send you this song called "Blunt And A Ho", it's you, me and Ubi.
I want you to talk about all your problems you've had in the past all the way up to now or whatever,
it's probably just what you going through right now, when you hear my verse you'll know what I'm talking about,
and you in your verse, fuck it, I got a, uh, "check it out, I got a blunt, and a ho,"
you know what I'm saying, it's fucking beautiful, man, I hope you like it.
I hope you can, uh, feel it, and uh, hit me when you hear it, cause it's coming to you right now.
Let me know, just talk about all your problems, you'll hear all my shit,
I'm talking about the IRS took all my money and everything, and I just end it,
you know when I "So check it out, I got a blunt, and a ho," that makes everything better,
you know what I mean? So, yes, alright, and I'm gonna Tech N9ne!
Blunt And A Ho lyrics - Tech N9ne (feat. MURS & Ubiquitous)
[Tech N9ne:]
IRS took all my money, I was a stupid kid
Cause I didn't pay taxes when shit was lucrative
So I had to start over, good thing I shoot the shit
Off enough to not take me away to do big bits
So I say that to say that I'm straight building
But it really hurts when the government take millions
Since I was shady had two ladies to make children
The same time when they do college you break scrillion
So you think of doing the shit that be un-earthly
To be sure your daughter stay steady and up in Berkley
Money be the problem, but other things be here to curse me
Hurt my girl so much she now doing the shit to hurt me
Wifey cheated after I did and skeeted
My life is a Red Hot Chilli Pepper I eat it
Like I'm Anthony Kiedis, I'm heated
So, just like a man, I resort to my penis
So check it out
I got a blunt (And a ho)
I ain't about to spend my whole day stuck in the funk
So I'm about to get drunk (And a ho)
Sitting right on top of me with that incredible rump
So check it out
[x2]
[Murs:]
I used to have this festival called "Paid Dues"
But I never fully got paid, dude (Really?)
The IRS thought they think I did
And now they after the kid, shit
And I'm the only one in my household that go to work
Ain't getting no pussy, so now I gotta jerk
Feeling like a jerk and that ain't ever gonna work
Playing positive, but ain't getting none of the perks
What to do when your IG popping off?
Snapchat got the gym rat panties dropping off
Saying all she want is this dick, whether it hard or soft
Closest I been to pussy is fish sticks and tartar sauce
And I ain't tryna be no martyr boss
Fucked around and she done pissed Nick Carter off
This nigga Tech got me high and now I finally got a good alibi
So check it out, I got a...
[Tech N9ne:]
I got a blunt (And a ho)
I ain't about to spend my whole day stuck in the funk
So I'm about to get drunk (And a ho)
Sitting right on top of me with that incredible rump
So check it out
[x2]
[Ubiquitous:]
I got a chick out of town always giving me stuff
She stay mad as a fuck cause I don't visit enough
So she calls me to cuss
I don't know what it was, but, uh, something that I does got 'em falling in love
So we on the phone beefing and she crying to me
Like "U-B-I, you be fly, but you be lying to me"
True, she dying to see where I was and what happened
Studying social media, she trying to catch him
Bad bitch caught him off guard with the condom off
Let her hit, now my dick feel like it falling off
Sperm went and shot 'em off burning like a Molotov
Word to my mama, I'm disturbed by a lot of broads
That's word to mother, son, I cut her off
Baby, she make me cum a lot, but it come at a cost
I got a girl I love, and I lost, we'll never reconcile
She played me like a pawn for the record
So check it out, I got a...
[Tech N9ne:]
I got a blunt (And a ho)
I ain't about to spend my whole day stuck in the funk
So I'm about to get drunk (And a ho)
Sitting right on top of me with that incredible rump
So check it out
[x2]
[Murs:]
Oh, man (Ah, shit)
Boss man, boss man
I told you I don't smoke man, you know I don't do that shit
Ay, y'all hear that?
Is that my phone? Hold up
Hello? Hey baby, uh, nah, hold on
Ay, y'all do I sound high?
Fuck! Y'all gon' get me a divorce, man
God damn it
Hold on, baby, I'll call you right back
IRS took all my money, I was a stupid kid
Cause I didn't pay taxes when shit was lucrative
So I had to start over, good thing I shoot the shit
Off enough to not take me away to do big bits
So I say that to say that I'm straight building
But it really hurts when the government take millions
Since I was shady had two ladies to make children
The same time when they do college you break scrillion
So you think of doing the shit that be un-earthly
To be sure your daughter stay steady and up in Berkley
Money be the problem, but other things be here to curse me
Hurt my girl so much she now doing the shit to hurt me
Wifey cheated after I did and skeeted
My life is a Red Hot Chilli Pepper I eat it
Like I'm Anthony Kiedis, I'm heated
So, just like a man, I resort to my penis
So check it out
I got a blunt (And a ho)
I ain't about to spend my whole day stuck in the funk
So I'm about to get drunk (And a ho)
Sitting right on top of me with that incredible rump
So check it out
[x2]
[Murs:]
I used to have this festival called "Paid Dues"
But I never fully got paid, dude (Really?)
The IRS thought they think I did
And now they after the kid, shit
And I'm the only one in my household that go to work
Ain't getting no pussy, so now I gotta jerk
Feeling like a jerk and that ain't ever gonna work
Playing positive, but ain't getting none of the perks
What to do when your IG popping off?
Snapchat got the gym rat panties dropping off
Saying all she want is this dick, whether it hard or soft
Closest I been to pussy is fish sticks and tartar sauce
And I ain't tryna be no martyr boss
Fucked around and she done pissed Nick Carter off
This nigga Tech got me high and now I finally got a good alibi
So check it out, I got a...
[Tech N9ne:]
I got a blunt (And a ho)
I ain't about to spend my whole day stuck in the funk
So I'm about to get drunk (And a ho)
Sitting right on top of me with that incredible rump
So check it out
[x2]
[Ubiquitous:]
I got a chick out of town always giving me stuff
She stay mad as a fuck cause I don't visit enough
So she calls me to cuss
I don't know what it was, but, uh, something that I does got 'em falling in love
So we on the phone beefing and she crying to me
Like "U-B-I, you be fly, but you be lying to me"
True, she dying to see where I was and what happened
Studying social media, she trying to catch him
Bad bitch caught him off guard with the condom off
Let her hit, now my dick feel like it falling off
Sperm went and shot 'em off burning like a Molotov
Word to my mama, I'm disturbed by a lot of broads
That's word to mother, son, I cut her off
Baby, she make me cum a lot, but it come at a cost
I got a girl I love, and I lost, we'll never reconcile
She played me like a pawn for the record
So check it out, I got a...
[Tech N9ne:]
I got a blunt (And a ho)
I ain't about to spend my whole day stuck in the funk
So I'm about to get drunk (And a ho)
Sitting right on top of me with that incredible rump
So check it out
[x2]
[Murs:]
Oh, man (Ah, shit)
Boss man, boss man
I told you I don't smoke man, you know I don't do that shit
Ay, y'all hear that?
Is that my phone? Hold up
Hello? Hey baby, uh, nah, hold on
Ay, y'all do I sound high?
Fuck! Y'all gon' get me a divorce, man
God damn it
Hold on, baby, I'll call you right back
Strangeulation Vol. II Cypher V lyrics - Tech N9ne (feat. MURS, Wrekonize & Bernz)
[Tech N9ne & Murs:]
Mursday, kill 'em
Yeah, technicians, mercenaries, believers, strangers, let's go
[Murs:]
Provadil, thirteen-hundredth block
Where you from? From my hood, I took a hundred shots
Got my chain up on sunset in front of all the stars
Gio, NONMS, Plex, Wrek and Bernz, it’s like it’s all of ours
Said I need my own parade
Fuck it, give me hand grenades
Watch me make a suicide salad out a rap ballad
For the love of the kill, I kill for the love
I'm murderin' this track and you won't see no blood
Cause I got my Dodger blue on
They ask what squad are you on
Strange gang nigga, 'till I'm stiff with a suit on
Disrespect the clique, and oh, you know they ain't got far to go
That's when I grab em by the neck, hit 'em with that RKO
Outta nowhere, I'm on my viper shit
Might just have to resurrect the dead and bring back Piper's pit
Cause' we about to teach the industry a strange lesson
Just when they think they found the answer, we change the question
[Bernz:]
Dirty boots, heavy eyes, hot summer, watch 'em fry
Like inside my backpack, headed towards the other side
I don't give a fuck I'll let y'all take a glimpse inside my mind
Enter at your own risk though, be careful what you find
I'm a grimy despot, tyranny on my desktop
Ruling over the rulers with nothin' less than the best pot
Enemies take they best shots, outta range in my sweatshop
Turn a page on my rage and you know there's pain in my hip-hop
I'm Marty McFly, and these bitches just ain't from the future
Their music is tired, rewire your fucking computers
Got fuel and fire but quiet is all in the shooters
I feel like a tutor giving lessons to children enthusers
Strangeulation, bitch, don't let me start losing my patience
And burn 'em down if ain't it Strange in your radio station
I’m yelling ¡MAYDAY!, in front of the judge and all the plaintiffs
I don't give a fuck, man, I lost my mind and that's just contagious
[Wrekonize:]
From beneath the stars, Wrek is the definition of underrated
Gotta walk with a pop, cause the heat that we drop has been so understated
Give me my props, or get left behind with no horse and saddle
We bringing hitters to Strange, figures the verse is agile
We got some Jack in the bag, and we stacking the fact that you can't get it cracking
Don't need a half a mil to battle, taking anybody's challenge
So if you want it then hop on board and just keep your balance
Cause Strange will have you feeling 'bout as fly as Richie Valens
Bitch ass, my cyphers known to cut you quick, fast
Get a whiplash from the big gash that I be leaving on ya, making all the kids laugh
And I be dropping bars like all stars, check the car card
On ya'll to drop bombs off when I'm hauled off against pawn stars
Guess that's what happens when you let the tweakers come for all the bacon
Ya’ll, my son’s brand new feature ‘Wrekonize The Force Awakens’
If you need a lesson, I’ll be blessing ya’ll for the duration
¡MAYDAY!, Murs, to make it hurt, you’re now feeling the Strangeulation
Mursday, kill 'em
Yeah, technicians, mercenaries, believers, strangers, let's go
[Murs:]
Provadil, thirteen-hundredth block
Where you from? From my hood, I took a hundred shots
Got my chain up on sunset in front of all the stars
Gio, NONMS, Plex, Wrek and Bernz, it’s like it’s all of ours
Said I need my own parade
Fuck it, give me hand grenades
Watch me make a suicide salad out a rap ballad
For the love of the kill, I kill for the love
I'm murderin' this track and you won't see no blood
Cause I got my Dodger blue on
They ask what squad are you on
Strange gang nigga, 'till I'm stiff with a suit on
Disrespect the clique, and oh, you know they ain't got far to go
That's when I grab em by the neck, hit 'em with that RKO
Outta nowhere, I'm on my viper shit
Might just have to resurrect the dead and bring back Piper's pit
Cause' we about to teach the industry a strange lesson
Just when they think they found the answer, we change the question
[Bernz:]
Dirty boots, heavy eyes, hot summer, watch 'em fry
Like inside my backpack, headed towards the other side
I don't give a fuck I'll let y'all take a glimpse inside my mind
Enter at your own risk though, be careful what you find
I'm a grimy despot, tyranny on my desktop
Ruling over the rulers with nothin' less than the best pot
Enemies take they best shots, outta range in my sweatshop
Turn a page on my rage and you know there's pain in my hip-hop
I'm Marty McFly, and these bitches just ain't from the future
Their music is tired, rewire your fucking computers
Got fuel and fire but quiet is all in the shooters
I feel like a tutor giving lessons to children enthusers
Strangeulation, bitch, don't let me start losing my patience
And burn 'em down if ain't it Strange in your radio station
I’m yelling ¡MAYDAY!, in front of the judge and all the plaintiffs
I don't give a fuck, man, I lost my mind and that's just contagious
[Wrekonize:]
From beneath the stars, Wrek is the definition of underrated
Gotta walk with a pop, cause the heat that we drop has been so understated
Give me my props, or get left behind with no horse and saddle
We bringing hitters to Strange, figures the verse is agile
We got some Jack in the bag, and we stacking the fact that you can't get it cracking
Don't need a half a mil to battle, taking anybody's challenge
So if you want it then hop on board and just keep your balance
Cause Strange will have you feeling 'bout as fly as Richie Valens
Bitch ass, my cyphers known to cut you quick, fast
Get a whiplash from the big gash that I be leaving on ya, making all the kids laugh
And I be dropping bars like all stars, check the car card
On ya'll to drop bombs off when I'm hauled off against pawn stars
Guess that's what happens when you let the tweakers come for all the bacon
Ya’ll, my son’s brand new feature ‘Wrekonize The Force Awakens’
If you need a lesson, I’ll be blessing ya’ll for the duration
¡MAYDAY!, Murs, to make it hurt, you’re now feeling the Strangeulation
Actin Like You Know lyrics - Tech N9ne (with Mackenzie O'Guin)
[Mackenzie O'Guin:]
I know I walk a line
On the edge all the time
Waitin' for the next fight (Waitin' for the next fight)
Walk it off casually
You can call it apathy
I'll never lose faith for you to see (I'll never lose faith)
I don't forgive and forget when the wounds run deep
I need you far less than you need me
You're actin' like you know me when you really don't know
Every sinner casts out the very first stone
Actin' like you know what we're really all about
Think before you open up your mouth
You're actin' like you know
I think you need to learn your place
Talkin' bout how I was raised
Can't taint the blood in my veins (Can't taint the blood)
You don't get the world I'm in
Don't know the extremes I've lived
Strange is all I have in me at end (Have in me)
I don't forgive and forget when the wounds run deep
I need you far less than you need me
You're actin' like you know me when you really don't know
Every sinnner casts out the very first stone
Actin' like you know what we're really all about
Think before you open up your mouth
You're actin' like you know
[Tech N9ne:]
How you gon', come talk about
Pointin' at me wit' ya number one out
Tellin' me I'm the worst like I'm some kind of a curse
But really not knowing me, you're taking the dumb route
It's always the people with skeletons
Who be hella shaky like gelatin
Doin' a lot of embellishin', wishin' I fell and then
Damned me to Hell again
If you're in a glass house
Might not wanna lash out
End up with a smashed couch
All because of your bad mouth
Judgin' me, you don't need to, that's the job that G-O-D do
Everybody is steady pickin' that reads you cause you see-through
[Mackenzie O'Guin:]
You're actin' like you know me when you really don't know
Every sinnner casts out the very first stone
Actin' like you know what we're really all about
Think before you open up your mouth
You're actin' like you know
[x2]
I know I walk a line
On the edge all the time
Waitin' for the next fight (Waitin' for the next fight)
Walk it off casually
You can call it apathy
I'll never lose faith for you to see (I'll never lose faith)
I don't forgive and forget when the wounds run deep
I need you far less than you need me
You're actin' like you know me when you really don't know
Every sinner casts out the very first stone
Actin' like you know what we're really all about
Think before you open up your mouth
You're actin' like you know
I think you need to learn your place
Talkin' bout how I was raised
Can't taint the blood in my veins (Can't taint the blood)
You don't get the world I'm in
Don't know the extremes I've lived
Strange is all I have in me at end (Have in me)
I don't forgive and forget when the wounds run deep
I need you far less than you need me
You're actin' like you know me when you really don't know
Every sinnner casts out the very first stone
Actin' like you know what we're really all about
Think before you open up your mouth
You're actin' like you know
[Tech N9ne:]
How you gon', come talk about
Pointin' at me wit' ya number one out
Tellin' me I'm the worst like I'm some kind of a curse
But really not knowing me, you're taking the dumb route
It's always the people with skeletons
Who be hella shaky like gelatin
Doin' a lot of embellishin', wishin' I fell and then
Damned me to Hell again
If you're in a glass house
Might not wanna lash out
End up with a smashed couch
All because of your bad mouth
Judgin' me, you don't need to, that's the job that G-O-D do
Everybody is steady pickin' that reads you cause you see-through
[Mackenzie O'Guin:]
You're actin' like you know me when you really don't know
Every sinnner casts out the very first stone
Actin' like you know what we're really all about
Think before you open up your mouth
You're actin' like you know
[x2]
Torrid lyrics - Tech N9ne (feat. Tyler Lyon)
[Tyler Lyon:]
Your light, casting back the dark night
Even faster than we, could fly
Hotter than the sun before me
[Tech N9ne:]
I been burnin' in my own hell for the duration
Of escapin' this place and it swept across the nation
That place is pain and tribulation
Instead of wastin' this achin', I give it awakening motivation
Yeah, I burn so you won't have to
I rap through fire flame you wouldn't wanna adapt to
This trying is totally tough, Tech is turbulent
I further vent to the masses who are watching on this obscure event
[Tyler Lyon:]
Your light, casting back the dark night
Even faster than we, could fly
Hotter than the sun before me
Feel as the fire consumes you through
Know that it's scorchin' just for you
Burnin' the way that you want it to
Only the torrid make it through
[Tech N9ne:]
My pain lessens theirs because it puts who they put on a pedestal on a level playing field with them
I go through hell and I share it with you
Arid quick to cleanse me and get the merits you care to issue
A therapist who sweared to get you through a crisis
Soon as I write this, you invite this terror to view
So much death around me, stress to drown me
You get the sound we invest checks to crown me
The frown free, but no matter how loaded, I'm down D
Double E-P in amidst of a mess, N9ne is tougher than bounty
Torrid
[Tyler Lyon:]
Your light, casting back the dark night
Even faster than we, could fly
Hotter than the sun before me
Feel as the fire consumes you through
Know that it's scorchin' just for you
Burnin' the way that you want it to
Only the torrid make it through
[Tech N9ne:]
Why is it me that gotta be the light source
Through my darkness, I created a bright force
The book told me, "Behold a white horse"
But I didn't fear the death, I'd just report it, I am your life's torch
The pain shows and fame grows
Angel Heart and Evil Brain chose insane flows
To try to control the direction the flame goes
It aims low, then it build up and the thing blow
I don't know why it's the darkness that they desire y'all
Hotter than mixing 151 with grain and fireball
But that emotion made my entire empire ball
I guess I was a chosen one so God gave me this dire call
[Tyler Lyon:]
Make divide between you and the confined
Escape tonight (Escape tonight, I'm alive)
[x2]
Your light, casting back the dark night
Even faster than we, could fly
Hotter than the sun before me
[Tech N9ne:]
I been burnin' in my own hell for the duration
Of escapin' this place and it swept across the nation
That place is pain and tribulation
Instead of wastin' this achin', I give it awakening motivation
Yeah, I burn so you won't have to
I rap through fire flame you wouldn't wanna adapt to
This trying is totally tough, Tech is turbulent
I further vent to the masses who are watching on this obscure event
[Tyler Lyon:]
Your light, casting back the dark night
Even faster than we, could fly
Hotter than the sun before me
Feel as the fire consumes you through
Know that it's scorchin' just for you
Burnin' the way that you want it to
Only the torrid make it through
[Tech N9ne:]
My pain lessens theirs because it puts who they put on a pedestal on a level playing field with them
I go through hell and I share it with you
Arid quick to cleanse me and get the merits you care to issue
A therapist who sweared to get you through a crisis
Soon as I write this, you invite this terror to view
So much death around me, stress to drown me
You get the sound we invest checks to crown me
The frown free, but no matter how loaded, I'm down D
Double E-P in amidst of a mess, N9ne is tougher than bounty
Torrid
[Tyler Lyon:]
Your light, casting back the dark night
Even faster than we, could fly
Hotter than the sun before me
Feel as the fire consumes you through
Know that it's scorchin' just for you
Burnin' the way that you want it to
Only the torrid make it through
[Tech N9ne:]
Why is it me that gotta be the light source
Through my darkness, I created a bright force
The book told me, "Behold a white horse"
But I didn't fear the death, I'd just report it, I am your life's torch
The pain shows and fame grows
Angel Heart and Evil Brain chose insane flows
To try to control the direction the flame goes
It aims low, then it build up and the thing blow
I don't know why it's the darkness that they desire y'all
Hotter than mixing 151 with grain and fireball
But that emotion made my entire empire ball
I guess I was a chosen one so God gave me this dire call
[Tyler Lyon:]
Make divide between you and the confined
Escape tonight (Escape tonight, I'm alive)
[x2]
Strange (Outro) lyrics - Tech N9ne
[Krizz Kaliko:]
Strange Music! [x4]
[J.L. of B. Hood:]
Repping, can't act as if it wasn't true
The fact is it just had to happen
Crept into the back and hacked into the stu-
-Dio session and I slay what Seven sent me
They gon' have to let me through
Let 'em react like this is something new
What you think, I don't do this shit for Zoo?
Overdo this and my whole city wanna see
Others look at me like, "Oh, he's the one, is he?"
Bitches hit me up like, "You need some company"
I could be at 'em like two to three once a week
Come up and at it and ain't nothing fucking free
Assumptively it's time to up the fee
Momma questioning what I would grow up to be
Tryna get in and got everything but the key
Hard work and dedication, nigga
Hear the passion in my conversation with ya
Put the hate away and come and take this picture
Think it's safe to say, it's what the faith will get ya
Sippin' sake, share the celebration with ya
Pick who sit beside me play no babysitter
Sick as ever, make a way to get to where the money is
I'm able Jay da table fixer
Been impatient taking sedatives
Ever since I been chopping up these messages
Always been light years ahead of this
Ready for fucking bread is where my fetish is
I know that enough it never is
And because of what I wrote I'm where the letter header is
Brotherhood forever my brother forever missed
Never let a bitch discredit what I said it is
DIBKIS, nigga!
Strange Music! [x4]
[J.L. of B. Hood:]
Repping, can't act as if it wasn't true
The fact is it just had to happen
Crept into the back and hacked into the stu-
-Dio session and I slay what Seven sent me
They gon' have to let me through
Let 'em react like this is something new
What you think, I don't do this shit for Zoo?
Overdo this and my whole city wanna see
Others look at me like, "Oh, he's the one, is he?"
Bitches hit me up like, "You need some company"
I could be at 'em like two to three once a week
Come up and at it and ain't nothing fucking free
Assumptively it's time to up the fee
Momma questioning what I would grow up to be
Tryna get in and got everything but the key
Hard work and dedication, nigga
Hear the passion in my conversation with ya
Put the hate away and come and take this picture
Think it's safe to say, it's what the faith will get ya
Sippin' sake, share the celebration with ya
Pick who sit beside me play no babysitter
Sick as ever, make a way to get to where the money is
I'm able Jay da table fixer
Been impatient taking sedatives
Ever since I been chopping up these messages
Always been light years ahead of this
Ready for fucking bread is where my fetish is
I know that enough it never is
And because of what I wrote I'm where the letter header is
Brotherhood forever my brother forever missed
Never let a bitch discredit what I said it is
DIBKIS, nigga!
The Procedure (Intro) lyrics - Tech N9ne
[Heartbeat Monitor]
I'm going to take a look at the right frontal lobe
I'll open the skull here
[Drill Noise]
I'm going to take a look at the right frontal lobe
I'll open the skull here
[Drill Noise]
Aw Yeah? (interVENTion) lyrics - Tech N9ne
Domine... [4x]
Question for the the maker…and it's…aw yeah?
This the way it's supposed to be huh? Alright
Sippin'
On a glass of red wine
Right before bedtime thinkin'
Everybody down here trippin'
If you up there
Upstairs
This is Nina tellin' you to listen
The vision I'm givin' everyday
Life is dumpin' on us like a pigeon
I get many enemies with this Forbes list
But I get rid of energy from piss poor pricks
Can I get to heaven all I get is threatened
Every time I get more chips
Gotta grip four fifths
For the sick forces I gotta fight
All of the night with cops, Crips
Bloods with sore fists
And them Nazi’s wanna hem Hadji
Up it ain’t too many men godly
Hideous so many cities bust in
Ferguson to Libya, Benghazi
Human equality never been a level playin' field
Man it been wobbly
So many circles of sin rob me
That’s why we go angel to grim Cosby’s!
Yellin' this to my superior
Degrading of love is inferior
Upon this earth a lot of people jerked around about 300,000 to Syria
Are you serious?
I could never think of burying my children p-p-period
Nigeria, I'mma yell while I'm walking through this hell cause I'm furious!
Zuse know what's up, he said you got to pack a toy
But why you gotta let the bodies dropping at a coffee shop in Aussie (Aussie, Oi Oi Oi)
But around here, loving coco's the bomb
Meanwhile so many people are taken out by the hands of Boko Haram
Aw yeah?!
They gotta suffer the penalty cause of our education
Nobody wanna say nothing but I gotta call it abomination
Pissed off thinkin' what this cost
What these babies blood drippin' for?
So I say in Latin, listen Lord!
AUDIRE DOMINE! (AUDIRE DOMINE)
AUDIRE DOMINE! (AUDIRE DOMINE)
Only way people are gonna be able to kill off a demon is
Pick up a gun and be ready to put it between him
My nigga be screamin'
AUDIRE DOMINE! (AUDIRE DOMINE)
No fear the only way
Every day flatten the beast
At least Anonymous is hacking for peace
And yet we gotta bust cause we packing a piece
Choke not another one of us for the snappin' police
Who the hell a brother gonna trust when it's always dishonor
Hate me like Obama
And I ain't even got around to askin' you the question God
What about my, mama!?
Question for the the maker…and it's…aw yeah?
This the way it's supposed to be huh? Alright
Sippin'
On a glass of red wine
Right before bedtime thinkin'
Everybody down here trippin'
If you up there
Upstairs
This is Nina tellin' you to listen
The vision I'm givin' everyday
Life is dumpin' on us like a pigeon
I get many enemies with this Forbes list
But I get rid of energy from piss poor pricks
Can I get to heaven all I get is threatened
Every time I get more chips
Gotta grip four fifths
For the sick forces I gotta fight
All of the night with cops, Crips
Bloods with sore fists
And them Nazi’s wanna hem Hadji
Up it ain’t too many men godly
Hideous so many cities bust in
Ferguson to Libya, Benghazi
Human equality never been a level playin' field
Man it been wobbly
So many circles of sin rob me
That’s why we go angel to grim Cosby’s!
Yellin' this to my superior
Degrading of love is inferior
Upon this earth a lot of people jerked around about 300,000 to Syria
Are you serious?
I could never think of burying my children p-p-period
Nigeria, I'mma yell while I'm walking through this hell cause I'm furious!
Zuse know what's up, he said you got to pack a toy
But why you gotta let the bodies dropping at a coffee shop in Aussie (Aussie, Oi Oi Oi)
But around here, loving coco's the bomb
Meanwhile so many people are taken out by the hands of Boko Haram
Aw yeah?!
They gotta suffer the penalty cause of our education
Nobody wanna say nothing but I gotta call it abomination
Pissed off thinkin' what this cost
What these babies blood drippin' for?
So I say in Latin, listen Lord!
AUDIRE DOMINE! (AUDIRE DOMINE)
AUDIRE DOMINE! (AUDIRE DOMINE)
Only way people are gonna be able to kill off a demon is
Pick up a gun and be ready to put it between him
My nigga be screamin'
AUDIRE DOMINE! (AUDIRE DOMINE)
No fear the only way
Every day flatten the beast
At least Anonymous is hacking for peace
And yet we gotta bust cause we packing a piece
Choke not another one of us for the snappin' police
Who the hell a brother gonna trust when it's always dishonor
Hate me like Obama
And I ain't even got around to askin' you the question God
What about my, mama!?
Lacrimosa lyrics - Tech N9ne
[Hook:]
Lacrimosa
Tis is all so serious
Come, Holy Spirit
Stay with me always
Somehow my true love
The tears on my face
[Verse 1 - Tech N9ne:]
Now-now-now-now people cussing and bussing
They get nothing but in the ground when they blown out
Oh wow, tell me how he got the stubborn, he tough and
He was young with a grown mouth
Zoned out cause my mother is gone, how
Simply would he send me with the alone route
Going out, to the studio hitting the Don Julio
My duty go if I'm moody yo, get up and get the song out
My angel fades, then came more rage
And even though Strange still pays, something inside of me saying it ain't yo days
My religion, walking away
My prediction, lost in the gray
I'm thinkin' the holy spirit don't really wanna hear it
So people who givin' me evil, they all finna pay
Anybody really want it, I'm a get dirty when a demon is my opponent
Feeling froggy any moment, know you will never be the owner because I'm on it
Losing mama, really did it, demons really gonna get it
I'm looking for the light, I'm asking you open and losing all of my inner good and the hope with it
[Hook:]
Lacrimosa (Inside I'm weeping)
Tis is all so serious (Constantly seeking)
Come Holy Spirit
Stay with me always
Somehow my true love
The tears on my face
[Verse 2 - Tech N9ne:]
I don't wanna hear no punk say 'Weirdo'
If you ain't in my circle, then you're not even near, bro
Here go the fear though, getting Makzilla and my killas in the villa to make a racket in your ear go
(Blam-blam-blam-blam)
That is severe mode, bodies I'm not even with the jolly
My tears go down-my-face, yeah
But I'm switching the gears, yo
Got on the plane to Colorado, I go to hit the Summer Jam, then momma tomorrow
Thinking the Lord will give me time while I'm in 'Vado
To say I love her before the Bible go hollow
(Gone-gone-gone-gone)
My show was sorrow, needed a little bit of mo' time to borrow
(My-time's- up)
Man, steady talking to God, so I don't - get it
Thought I was special enough for God to be with it
By giving me another day with my mother, but I missed it
But rocking with Denver said in her name, I'm a rip this
(Done-done-done-done)
This ain't no way to be, hella jaded, see, but I'm created
My mother left me, but her death ain't okay with me
Still I'm praying for her spirit to stay with me
[Hook x2:]
Lacrimosa (Outside I'm weeping)
Tis is all so serious (Still I am seeking)
Come, Holy Spirit
Stay with me always
[Outro - Tech N9ne:]
When you interview me, I don't wanna talk about this
I don't denounce God in any way
I just feel my mother's suffering was too great for how much she worshipped
Lacrimosa
Tis is all so serious
Come, Holy Spirit
Stay with me always
Somehow my true love
The tears on my face
[Verse 1 - Tech N9ne:]
Now-now-now-now people cussing and bussing
They get nothing but in the ground when they blown out
Oh wow, tell me how he got the stubborn, he tough and
He was young with a grown mouth
Zoned out cause my mother is gone, how
Simply would he send me with the alone route
Going out, to the studio hitting the Don Julio
My duty go if I'm moody yo, get up and get the song out
My angel fades, then came more rage
And even though Strange still pays, something inside of me saying it ain't yo days
My religion, walking away
My prediction, lost in the gray
I'm thinkin' the holy spirit don't really wanna hear it
So people who givin' me evil, they all finna pay
Anybody really want it, I'm a get dirty when a demon is my opponent
Feeling froggy any moment, know you will never be the owner because I'm on it
Losing mama, really did it, demons really gonna get it
I'm looking for the light, I'm asking you open and losing all of my inner good and the hope with it
[Hook:]
Lacrimosa (Inside I'm weeping)
Tis is all so serious (Constantly seeking)
Come Holy Spirit
Stay with me always
Somehow my true love
The tears on my face
[Verse 2 - Tech N9ne:]
I don't wanna hear no punk say 'Weirdo'
If you ain't in my circle, then you're not even near, bro
Here go the fear though, getting Makzilla and my killas in the villa to make a racket in your ear go
(Blam-blam-blam-blam)
That is severe mode, bodies I'm not even with the jolly
My tears go down-my-face, yeah
But I'm switching the gears, yo
Got on the plane to Colorado, I go to hit the Summer Jam, then momma tomorrow
Thinking the Lord will give me time while I'm in 'Vado
To say I love her before the Bible go hollow
(Gone-gone-gone-gone)
My show was sorrow, needed a little bit of mo' time to borrow
(My-time's- up)
Man, steady talking to God, so I don't - get it
Thought I was special enough for God to be with it
By giving me another day with my mother, but I missed it
But rocking with Denver said in her name, I'm a rip this
(Done-done-done-done)
This ain't no way to be, hella jaded, see, but I'm created
My mother left me, but her death ain't okay with me
Still I'm praying for her spirit to stay with me
[Hook x2:]
Lacrimosa (Outside I'm weeping)
Tis is all so serious (Still I am seeking)
Come, Holy Spirit
Stay with me always
[Outro - Tech N9ne:]
When you interview me, I don't wanna talk about this
I don't denounce God in any way
I just feel my mother's suffering was too great for how much she worshipped
Condolences (Skit) lyrics - Tech N9ne
[Voicemail:]
N9na, this Water. What's up, fam?
Damn, uh, sorry to hear about your moms, man
Techalicious, this is Wendy Dae
I just heard about your mom
I'm so, so, so, so, so sorry
Hey this your brother Chris, man
Sorry to hear about you moms, man
Hey this is Cook right here
I heard about what happened
Lemme know if you need me to do anything
And gimme a call, lemme know something, okay?
I'll be waiting to hear from you
N9na, this Water. What's up, fam?
Damn, uh, sorry to hear about your moms, man
Techalicious, this is Wendy Dae
I just heard about your mom
I'm so, so, so, so, so sorry
Hey this your brother Chris, man
Sorry to hear about you moms, man
Hey this is Cook right here
I heard about what happened
Lemme know if you need me to do anything
And gimme a call, lemme know something, okay?
I'll be waiting to hear from you
On The Bible lyrics - Tech N9ne (feat. T.I. & Zuse)
[Tech N9ne:]
Niggas in Missou ain't changed
Make ya have to let loose thangs
[Bridge - Zuse:]
Have you ever seen a MAC-11?
New TEC-9 with the extension
HK, AK-47
Mayday, man down, call the reverend
[Hook - Zuse:]
I put that on the bible boy, count your blessings
Put that on the bible boy, count your blessings
Put that on the bible boy, count your blessings
Put that on the bible boy, count your blessings
[Tech N9ne:]
I felt like they tone said "I'm comin' to get ya"
Well, that's when all of the heavy artillery come in the picture
And luckily cause of your past, you can have someone assist ya
I was raised a cool brother but these motherfuckers went and summoned a nigga!
I swore to never let a man's hand take me to my grave nigga
With my fortune, I'mma get to torchin', like Orkin I spray nigga
I know they dyin' to get it with the N9ne
That's fine, they wanna make a nigga do the woop
So I'mma take the carbine and put it to ya mind
It's goin' through you, not around ya like a hula hoop
Put that on the bible, if ya fuckin' with Tech, get the rifles
Totally trippin', tryna take my title, lift you right up in the sky with the Eiffel
If you psycho, you can do this, if he chooses to be foolish
The gun never loses, never give you the deuces
Nigga, this is Su'Wu biz, ahh!
Let me calm my nerves, I'mma simply put this on the word
If ya hella aggravated cause of a song ya heard from the Nina I smoke a nigga like my ganja herb
I'm on the verge, no life beyond the surge
When I bomb, ya served, what does one deserve?
But a head stomppin', now put ya teeth on the curb, nigga!?
[Bridge]
[Hook]
[T.I.:]
Aye, fuck all that goin' back and forth with a nigga
Got a problem, what he really wanna do?
If you know like I know, then you know, true
And niggas make songs but they really don't do
What they say, got guns but they really won't shoot
He afraid, I'll lay a nigga down right now
Face to the concrete, nose to the ground
Do him in the streets 'fore his prayers hit the cloud
And the flash and a bang, it is rarely allowed
But a whole body down and a hole in the ground
Dig one for the niggas who be holdin' ya down
Better know I got rounds and they will go around, it's enough
Eat a bullet from the four-pound if ya tough
And then let the choppa spray ya down and get up
Ya pull that off, I'll believe you ain't soft
Otherwise, nigga you just soft as all them other guys
I'll kill ya dead and I put that on my mother eyes
Don't listen to these niggas, they just kick a bunch of lies
How they got a bunch of guns? Shot 'em all a bunch of times
I really do believe Tech got a bunch of nines
Before they gave my nigga Meech a bunch of time
I really know my nigga Young had a bunch of pies
For the low, all my niggas had it for the high
So you believe them niggas out there talking bout they BMF?
They should be them niggas, none of mine
I know Young got it bout what he rap bout
I really pulled Meek Millz out the trap house
Just like I seen Doe B with a OZ
Turn around, two weeks, had a whole ki
Just cause I said as a joke that the dope game dead
Like this, God, a nigga went and showed me
Guess what I'm tryna say is, nigga, I don't know you
And futhermore, pussy nigga, I don't want to
[Bridge]
[Hook x2]
[T.I.:]
Haahahahahaha!
Man, we just killed a small village man
You know what I'm sayin'?
This hip-hop, aha! Love this shit
Niggas in Missou ain't changed
Make ya have to let loose thangs
[Bridge - Zuse:]
Have you ever seen a MAC-11?
New TEC-9 with the extension
HK, AK-47
Mayday, man down, call the reverend
[Hook - Zuse:]
I put that on the bible boy, count your blessings
Put that on the bible boy, count your blessings
Put that on the bible boy, count your blessings
Put that on the bible boy, count your blessings
[Tech N9ne:]
I felt like they tone said "I'm comin' to get ya"
Well, that's when all of the heavy artillery come in the picture
And luckily cause of your past, you can have someone assist ya
I was raised a cool brother but these motherfuckers went and summoned a nigga!
I swore to never let a man's hand take me to my grave nigga
With my fortune, I'mma get to torchin', like Orkin I spray nigga
I know they dyin' to get it with the N9ne
That's fine, they wanna make a nigga do the woop
So I'mma take the carbine and put it to ya mind
It's goin' through you, not around ya like a hula hoop
Put that on the bible, if ya fuckin' with Tech, get the rifles
Totally trippin', tryna take my title, lift you right up in the sky with the Eiffel
If you psycho, you can do this, if he chooses to be foolish
The gun never loses, never give you the deuces
Nigga, this is Su'Wu biz, ahh!
Let me calm my nerves, I'mma simply put this on the word
If ya hella aggravated cause of a song ya heard from the Nina I smoke a nigga like my ganja herb
I'm on the verge, no life beyond the surge
When I bomb, ya served, what does one deserve?
But a head stomppin', now put ya teeth on the curb, nigga!?
[Bridge]
[Hook]
[T.I.:]
Aye, fuck all that goin' back and forth with a nigga
Got a problem, what he really wanna do?
If you know like I know, then you know, true
And niggas make songs but they really don't do
What they say, got guns but they really won't shoot
He afraid, I'll lay a nigga down right now
Face to the concrete, nose to the ground
Do him in the streets 'fore his prayers hit the cloud
And the flash and a bang, it is rarely allowed
But a whole body down and a hole in the ground
Dig one for the niggas who be holdin' ya down
Better know I got rounds and they will go around, it's enough
Eat a bullet from the four-pound if ya tough
And then let the choppa spray ya down and get up
Ya pull that off, I'll believe you ain't soft
Otherwise, nigga you just soft as all them other guys
I'll kill ya dead and I put that on my mother eyes
Don't listen to these niggas, they just kick a bunch of lies
How they got a bunch of guns? Shot 'em all a bunch of times
I really do believe Tech got a bunch of nines
Before they gave my nigga Meech a bunch of time
I really know my nigga Young had a bunch of pies
For the low, all my niggas had it for the high
So you believe them niggas out there talking bout they BMF?
They should be them niggas, none of mine
I know Young got it bout what he rap bout
I really pulled Meek Millz out the trap house
Just like I seen Doe B with a OZ
Turn around, two weeks, had a whole ki
Just cause I said as a joke that the dope game dead
Like this, God, a nigga went and showed me
Guess what I'm tryna say is, nigga, I don't know you
And futhermore, pussy nigga, I don't want to
[Bridge]
[Hook x2]
[T.I.:]
Haahahahahaha!
Man, we just killed a small village man
You know what I'm sayin'?
This hip-hop, aha! Love this shit
Shroud lyrics - Tech N9ne (feat. Krizz Kaliko)
[Intro - Tech N9ne talking backwards:]
(Siht si ton eht tnar fo na live nam, siht si eht tnar fo na ylemetrxe nekorb nam! os od ton ekatsim siht rof eht lived, esuac' ti si ton! mi tsuj gnivah emos fo ym tsekrad stnemom ereh yletal os, yojne! ahah)
[Chorus - Krizz Kaliko:]
I can't breathe anymore
I've gone the distance
Can't see me anymore
The darkness has overcome
I don't wanna be part of this
But I let it take me
So I let it take me
Now it's dripping all over me
[Bridge 1 - Tech N9ne:]
We on this Earth as we hell raisers
We crave good life but born into this dead-zone
I've searched for answers from my female maker
In the cemetery but they never produced her headstone
[Verse 1 - Tech N9ne:]
Black as ever like shabba
Thick and oozing like lava
See this room with my Prada, dadda
Must've came from my father
'Cause my momma, was an angel
But this thang grow, insane bro
(Insane woah)
This is darkness accumulated
Over the years the heartless but fools I made it
Over to here on the TV
Cops kill a man 'cause he's trying to buy a BB Gun
(BB Gun)
What's gonna happen when they see me come
Really run
(Really run)
I'm 'bout to just boom
Take the madness
Let it explode and shake the masses
Shroud that I carry here to break the rabbits
And awake the maggots
I hate your habits
(I hate your habits)
Your evil's consuming me
Now my heart and brain together in unity
Darkness...
'Cause ain't no opportunity
[Chorus]
[Bridge 2 - Tech N9ne:]
They say my metamorphosis made a monster
In so many ways this statement might be true
Your plan right from the start was divide and conquer
So what do you think I see when I see you?
[Verse 2 - Tech N9ne:]
Give me your wishes
Give me your hit-list
Bring all the wicked
I'm 'bout to show you I'm vicious
Ligaments and Sriracha's delicious
No stopping for tickets
Don't make me give the crooked coppers the business
(Coppers the business)
I was suspicious
Wearing your anger
During your danger
Swearing whore wrangler
Don't let me close to y'all
If you touch it it's like an overdose of Propofol
I be the ghost of all
That wanna vote for hogs
I gotta go tomorrow
(Go tomorrow)
Licking my lips, Ow!
Burn my tongue
I need a germ to come through me
And worms and dung
I lay stagnant
I'm an avid madman
See the evil I grab
It stick to me like a magnet
You can have it
(You can have it)
Rack, I'm a clack on they asses
Brack!
Brack!
Brack!
Give the evil no passes
[Chorus]
(Siht si ton eht tnar fo na live nam, siht si eht tnar fo na ylemetrxe nekorb nam! os od ton ekatsim siht rof eht lived, esuac' ti si ton! mi tsuj gnivah emos fo ym tsekrad stnemom ereh yletal os, yojne! ahah)
[Chorus - Krizz Kaliko:]
I can't breathe anymore
I've gone the distance
Can't see me anymore
The darkness has overcome
I don't wanna be part of this
But I let it take me
So I let it take me
Now it's dripping all over me
[Bridge 1 - Tech N9ne:]
We on this Earth as we hell raisers
We crave good life but born into this dead-zone
I've searched for answers from my female maker
In the cemetery but they never produced her headstone
[Verse 1 - Tech N9ne:]
Black as ever like shabba
Thick and oozing like lava
See this room with my Prada, dadda
Must've came from my father
'Cause my momma, was an angel
But this thang grow, insane bro
(Insane woah)
This is darkness accumulated
Over the years the heartless but fools I made it
Over to here on the TV
Cops kill a man 'cause he's trying to buy a BB Gun
(BB Gun)
What's gonna happen when they see me come
Really run
(Really run)
I'm 'bout to just boom
Take the madness
Let it explode and shake the masses
Shroud that I carry here to break the rabbits
And awake the maggots
I hate your habits
(I hate your habits)
Your evil's consuming me
Now my heart and brain together in unity
Darkness...
'Cause ain't no opportunity
[Chorus]
[Bridge 2 - Tech N9ne:]
They say my metamorphosis made a monster
In so many ways this statement might be true
Your plan right from the start was divide and conquer
So what do you think I see when I see you?
[Verse 2 - Tech N9ne:]
Give me your wishes
Give me your hit-list
Bring all the wicked
I'm 'bout to show you I'm vicious
Ligaments and Sriracha's delicious
No stopping for tickets
Don't make me give the crooked coppers the business
(Coppers the business)
I was suspicious
Wearing your anger
During your danger
Swearing whore wrangler
Don't let me close to y'all
If you touch it it's like an overdose of Propofol
I be the ghost of all
That wanna vote for hogs
I gotta go tomorrow
(Go tomorrow)
Licking my lips, Ow!
Burn my tongue
I need a germ to come through me
And worms and dung
I lay stagnant
I'm an avid madman
See the evil I grab
It stick to me like a magnet
You can have it
(You can have it)
Rack, I'm a clack on they asses
Brack!
Brack!
Brack!
Give the evil no passes
[Chorus]
More Psycho Messages (Skit) lyrics - Tech N9ne
[Voicemail Operator:]
Press 1 to review your messages
What up? Is this Tech N9ne?
Strange Music, homie
Tech Nina, baby
Hahaha, Caribou Lou
Hahaha
[?]
You're hilarious
Fuck you
You are a fucking asshole
Don't ever come past me or I'll make your life fucking Hell
I don't care who the fuck you are
You are a piece of fucking SHIT
I apologize
Like, honestly, I don't know what's going on
I am sorry for being freaking mean
So.. there's always something, right?
Some fuck shit
The first time, you lowered me to your door outside or something
Like there's something fucked up about you
I'm looking back, and my feelings are so in the past about you
Okay? Fuck you
This is my response
This is my reaction to what is your reality
Press 1 to review your messages
What up? Is this Tech N9ne?
Strange Music, homie
Tech Nina, baby
Hahaha, Caribou Lou
Hahaha
[?]
You're hilarious
Fuck you
You are a fucking asshole
Don't ever come past me or I'll make your life fucking Hell
I don't care who the fuck you are
You are a piece of fucking SHIT
I apologize
Like, honestly, I don't know what's going on
I am sorry for being freaking mean
So.. there's always something, right?
Some fuck shit
The first time, you lowered me to your door outside or something
Like there's something fucked up about you
I'm looking back, and my feelings are so in the past about you
Okay? Fuck you
This is my response
This is my reaction to what is your reality
Psycho Bitch III lyrics - Tech N9ne (feat. Hopsin)
[Intro - Tech N9ne:]
Real killas move in silence
Quiet storm, such a tyrant
Murderer stays vibrant
If I choose, she's a giant
Anger breathes defiance
When she's on, no compliance
Cause her demon needs violence
Don't give her no love, never wanna fold up
Then you better hold up cause she cray
[Verse 1 - Tech N9ne:]
You're just a shady bitch on a daily on some crazy shit
Don't fuck around with a lady, it'll be a blaze where your mercedez sit
Eighty-six the baby bit, you don't wanna run into my radius
Maybe get you rabies sick and the gravy is (Ain't that about a bitch)
When you date the girl and you make the girl
And she fuckin' with another man'll make you hurl
She methodical with a chain and gonna break ya world
Taste the world of a shotgun, aught one, in the head nigga not fun
But you really wanna pop some
[?] can the [?] even drop when he got done
Your imagination, kills you when it's so bad it's aching
And what's your status? hatin', a whole lot of aggravation
Cause shes kickin' it with this rapper, and that rapper
And that factor get a gat clapper
Gotta mash after with a blast at her
Silly bitches don't consider your feelings
They make you think that the love is real when you chilling
But when you turn away, she gets to illin' with another nigga
Prolly drilling for real and you know his music and he knows yours too
Ain't no limits to what your whore do
Pillow talking with her no more true
Lovin' when I catch up with 'em, bro you're through
[Pre-Hook:]
Aye bro the bitch that you fuckin' with, man, she was in the club last night with that rap. What's up with that?
Forreal?
Yeah, nigga. They were together, my nigga
[Hook - Tech N9ne:]
Wishing you never heard of a (Psycho bitch)
Bitch will make you murderer, she's a (Psycho bitch)
Psycho breedin', believe it (Psycho bitch)
Don't pack nothing, ust leave it (Psycho bitch)
She can be peaceful, and people that's peepin' they see this evil freak in you
Freakin' you, make you repeat it like it's a sequel
Better run when you see a (Psycho bitch)
Cause your bitch might be a (Psycho bitch)
Yeah, yeah
[Verse 2 - Tech N9ne:]
This bitch, talking to me in this alley, she love me to bits
But on the other end she really takin' the dick
I never knew she was evil, my nigga told me that he caught her with him in the mix
That is when I get to trippin' and having a fit
He think he witty, she told him we broke up, uh
Taking the dick, on my penis she choke up, uh
He know I'm tripping cause she fuckin' telling him, uh
He gonna feel it when I put the hell in him, cha
I'm outraged cause I've been lied to
If I happen to catch her with him, she can die too
Used to be my boo, now shes sucking some guy's goo
Wanna divide two and dump 'em both in the bayou
Steppin' with my crew, I'm coming to fight you
Bullets gonna fly through whoever's walkin' beside you
I never liked to untake the knot out of a tied shoe
I'm bout to slide through and bang him, nigga this is pyru
[Pre-Hook:]
Hello
Why you calling my girl phone, nigga you know who this is
How you get my cell phone number nigga
Are you fuckin' her?
Hahaha
You think you so funny nigga? Ok, I'm a see you
Ho ass nigga
[Hook - Tech N9ne:]
Wishing you never heard of a (Psycho bitch)
Bitch will make you murderer, she's a (Psycho bitch)
Psycho breedin', believe it (Psycho bitch)
Don't pack nothing, just leave it (Psycho bitch)
She can be peaceful, and people that's peepin' they see this evil freak in you
Freakin' you, make you repeat it like it's a sequel
Better run when you see a (Psycho bitch)
Cause your bitch might be a (Psycho bitch)
Yeah, yeah
[Verse 3 - Hopsin:]
Bitch where the fuck you been? I've been calling yo ass since last night
You runnin' some shit? You sucking some dick? Oh, you was with Rachel, is that right?
Hmmm, okay, guess I was wrong, case closed then
Now you got one more time to lie before you get your face broken
So stay focused, I ain't jokin'
You slept with a nigga, think I ain't noticed?
Just wanna game on me like I ain't your man?
Trying to come back home? I don't think so bitch
Gimme your phone (No) Gimme that shit, stop wrestling
You're making me use aggression, Trynna see who you texting
WHOA, oh bitch, I'm going to jail fo' sho
I shouldn't of held yo phone, I'm losing control, lord help her soul
Who the hell is Joe and why did you text him sayin' the sex was great? you fucked him!?
Oh, both of you guys are dead, just wait
Lemme call this nigga, got me getting all violent
I'm mad and you crying, you better hope his phone is on silent
(Hello?)
Hey baby, just wanted to say that I love you much
Sike, nigga, this her boyfriend, and I'm on my way now to fuck you up
[Pre-Hook:]
Sup nigga, talk that funny shit now nigga
Aw, this ho-ass nigga right here
Sup nigga
Wassup nigga
Fuck you, nigga!
Nigga, fuck you, nigga
Fuck you! [gunshots]
[Outro - Tech N9ne:]
Yeah man, I do believe you have to be careful with relationships
Men kill each other over women everyday
I lost my best friend, Brian Dennis, to a crime of passion
It's crazy
[?]
Nannie Doss
Casey Anthony
Aileen Wuornos
Why not have all these links to all these different genres?
Why can't I be the epicenter of all types of music?
Real killas move in silence
Quiet storm, such a tyrant
Murderer stays vibrant
If I choose, she's a giant
Anger breathes defiance
When she's on, no compliance
Cause her demon needs violence
Don't give her no love, never wanna fold up
Then you better hold up cause she cray
[Verse 1 - Tech N9ne:]
You're just a shady bitch on a daily on some crazy shit
Don't fuck around with a lady, it'll be a blaze where your mercedez sit
Eighty-six the baby bit, you don't wanna run into my radius
Maybe get you rabies sick and the gravy is (Ain't that about a bitch)
When you date the girl and you make the girl
And she fuckin' with another man'll make you hurl
She methodical with a chain and gonna break ya world
Taste the world of a shotgun, aught one, in the head nigga not fun
But you really wanna pop some
[?] can the [?] even drop when he got done
Your imagination, kills you when it's so bad it's aching
And what's your status? hatin', a whole lot of aggravation
Cause shes kickin' it with this rapper, and that rapper
And that factor get a gat clapper
Gotta mash after with a blast at her
Silly bitches don't consider your feelings
They make you think that the love is real when you chilling
But when you turn away, she gets to illin' with another nigga
Prolly drilling for real and you know his music and he knows yours too
Ain't no limits to what your whore do
Pillow talking with her no more true
Lovin' when I catch up with 'em, bro you're through
[Pre-Hook:]
Aye bro the bitch that you fuckin' with, man, she was in the club last night with that rap. What's up with that?
Forreal?
Yeah, nigga. They were together, my nigga
[Hook - Tech N9ne:]
Wishing you never heard of a (Psycho bitch)
Bitch will make you murderer, she's a (Psycho bitch)
Psycho breedin', believe it (Psycho bitch)
Don't pack nothing, ust leave it (Psycho bitch)
She can be peaceful, and people that's peepin' they see this evil freak in you
Freakin' you, make you repeat it like it's a sequel
Better run when you see a (Psycho bitch)
Cause your bitch might be a (Psycho bitch)
Yeah, yeah
[Verse 2 - Tech N9ne:]
This bitch, talking to me in this alley, she love me to bits
But on the other end she really takin' the dick
I never knew she was evil, my nigga told me that he caught her with him in the mix
That is when I get to trippin' and having a fit
He think he witty, she told him we broke up, uh
Taking the dick, on my penis she choke up, uh
He know I'm tripping cause she fuckin' telling him, uh
He gonna feel it when I put the hell in him, cha
I'm outraged cause I've been lied to
If I happen to catch her with him, she can die too
Used to be my boo, now shes sucking some guy's goo
Wanna divide two and dump 'em both in the bayou
Steppin' with my crew, I'm coming to fight you
Bullets gonna fly through whoever's walkin' beside you
I never liked to untake the knot out of a tied shoe
I'm bout to slide through and bang him, nigga this is pyru
[Pre-Hook:]
Hello
Why you calling my girl phone, nigga you know who this is
How you get my cell phone number nigga
Are you fuckin' her?
Hahaha
You think you so funny nigga? Ok, I'm a see you
Ho ass nigga
[Hook - Tech N9ne:]
Wishing you never heard of a (Psycho bitch)
Bitch will make you murderer, she's a (Psycho bitch)
Psycho breedin', believe it (Psycho bitch)
Don't pack nothing, just leave it (Psycho bitch)
She can be peaceful, and people that's peepin' they see this evil freak in you
Freakin' you, make you repeat it like it's a sequel
Better run when you see a (Psycho bitch)
Cause your bitch might be a (Psycho bitch)
Yeah, yeah
[Verse 3 - Hopsin:]
Bitch where the fuck you been? I've been calling yo ass since last night
You runnin' some shit? You sucking some dick? Oh, you was with Rachel, is that right?
Hmmm, okay, guess I was wrong, case closed then
Now you got one more time to lie before you get your face broken
So stay focused, I ain't jokin'
You slept with a nigga, think I ain't noticed?
Just wanna game on me like I ain't your man?
Trying to come back home? I don't think so bitch
Gimme your phone (No) Gimme that shit, stop wrestling
You're making me use aggression, Trynna see who you texting
WHOA, oh bitch, I'm going to jail fo' sho
I shouldn't of held yo phone, I'm losing control, lord help her soul
Who the hell is Joe and why did you text him sayin' the sex was great? you fucked him!?
Oh, both of you guys are dead, just wait
Lemme call this nigga, got me getting all violent
I'm mad and you crying, you better hope his phone is on silent
(Hello?)
Hey baby, just wanted to say that I love you much
Sike, nigga, this her boyfriend, and I'm on my way now to fuck you up
[Pre-Hook:]
Sup nigga, talk that funny shit now nigga
Aw, this ho-ass nigga right here
Sup nigga
Wassup nigga
Fuck you, nigga!
Nigga, fuck you, nigga
Fuck you! [gunshots]
[Outro - Tech N9ne:]
Yeah man, I do believe you have to be careful with relationships
Men kill each other over women everyday
I lost my best friend, Brian Dennis, to a crime of passion
It's crazy
[?]
Nannie Doss
Casey Anthony
Aileen Wuornos
Why not have all these links to all these different genres?
Why can't I be the epicenter of all types of music?
Wither lyrics - Tech N9ne (feat. Corey Taylor)
[Tech N9ne:]
I don't care, they say my angel glow is subsiding
I'm sliding outside of these high beams and I won't dare
Try to mend this tear, I love I'm fading
The good once there is just dying
So I'm withering away and I'ma trigger when I spray
And I'm attacking everybody till the feeling's gone!
All my life I loved with people, so passive back then
I thought I'd be above this evil, my tolerance level
Then was up with doves and eagles, currently I've
Hit ground zero under bugs and beetles
I'm tilted, inside my head's a lettuce but wilted
Serotonin, dopamine, and norepinephrine I spilt it
Could it be how many times I've been ran over and jilted?
That makes me wanna totally detach from light and just kill shit
[Corey Taylor:]
I'll know when the pain is gone
It's just a matter of time before my bosses win
And I can feel the wrong
Coming up through the cracks of my heart again
I'm holding on, I'm going
Straight into the mouths of makers
Everything that keeps me calm was taken
I'm letting go, I'm burning through, reserves are low
Just pushing on these old restraints
My time is up cause it's too late
[Tech N9ne:]
I'm about to blow up on anyone in my way
My anger's set to show up, at any time today
I'm about to blow up on anyone in my way
My anger's set to show up, at any time today
I am lookin' for some fire, yeah, putting on my gang attire
Drooling and blood I can taste, so get the fuck outta my face
I'm a killer with a quick switch, yeah, all I ever really wanted was bliss
Look at me wither to waste, so get the fuck outta my face
Find another one to get bent, yeah, and it ain't no stoppin' this
Lovin' the thrill of the chase, so get the fuck outta my face
N9ne's a nigga with the sick-ness, yeah, and it ain't no blockin' this
It doesn't matter the race, just get the fuck out my face
Going, withering away
Going, withering away
Going, withering away
I gotta say, when my mother died, I really did inside
And that's the other thing that did it
Turning my crazy on a hundred babies gonna plummet
Maybe I should be committed
[Corey Taylor:]
What am I supposed to do?
Do I just keep faking? fucking forsaking everything I am?
Another pissed mother fucker with a fist and a plan
Oh but you're making me do this
I can scream while you stand there clueless
If you're listening I've made up my mind
Take another step and I'll snap this time!
Something please save me, I'm losing myself
[Tech N9ne:]
I don't think I wanna stop it, but the feeling inside is nauseous
I get really exhausted off it, gotta find a way to wash it lock it
Profit matter so I got to drop it, ain't nobody in the cockpit
Toss this lostness, people from the office boxes
If you cross this boss live cautious
Don't make me, don't make me repeat myself
For your safety, because a pilly is beneath my belt
But I don't wanna do anything bad to anybody
But I'll never be perfect
So I'ma say to the people that got a little evil comin' at you from me I think they deserve it
Going, withering away
Going, withering away
Going, withering away
(GONE)
Straight, literally snappin' out
My lady backin' out cause I'm becoming really mean and vicious
Watching me wither, how can I give her
Blood when I been so tainted by these bitches
[Corey Taylor:]
We are the arsenal
Chemically imbalanced, completely disposable
So butter my knuckles and taste it
Another sick delinquent is wasted
I don't forgive, I don't forget
I haven't got time to regret
Everybody else in the world can hate me
Nobody but me can save me!
[Tech N9ne:]
Shit, Yates, hates, this, place
If they close enough for me to hit the switch
I'm willing to never turn it on
I got the feelin' I'm gonna be comin' and killin'
There gonna be reelin' the evil in front of a psycho
And them who mentally gone
I don't care, they say my angel glow is subsiding
I'm sliding outside of these high beams and I won't dare
Try to mend this tear, I love I'm fading
The good once there is just dying
So I'm withering away and I'ma trigger when I spray
And I'm attacking everybody till the feeling's gone!
All my life I loved with people, so passive back then
I thought I'd be above this evil, my tolerance level
Then was up with doves and eagles, currently I've
Hit ground zero under bugs and beetles
I'm tilted, inside my head's a lettuce but wilted
Serotonin, dopamine, and norepinephrine I spilt it
Could it be how many times I've been ran over and jilted?
That makes me wanna totally detach from light and just kill shit
[Corey Taylor:]
I'll know when the pain is gone
It's just a matter of time before my bosses win
And I can feel the wrong
Coming up through the cracks of my heart again
I'm holding on, I'm going
Straight into the mouths of makers
Everything that keeps me calm was taken
I'm letting go, I'm burning through, reserves are low
Just pushing on these old restraints
My time is up cause it's too late
[Tech N9ne:]
I'm about to blow up on anyone in my way
My anger's set to show up, at any time today
I'm about to blow up on anyone in my way
My anger's set to show up, at any time today
I am lookin' for some fire, yeah, putting on my gang attire
Drooling and blood I can taste, so get the fuck outta my face
I'm a killer with a quick switch, yeah, all I ever really wanted was bliss
Look at me wither to waste, so get the fuck outta my face
Find another one to get bent, yeah, and it ain't no stoppin' this
Lovin' the thrill of the chase, so get the fuck outta my face
N9ne's a nigga with the sick-ness, yeah, and it ain't no blockin' this
It doesn't matter the race, just get the fuck out my face
Going, withering away
Going, withering away
Going, withering away
I gotta say, when my mother died, I really did inside
And that's the other thing that did it
Turning my crazy on a hundred babies gonna plummet
Maybe I should be committed
[Corey Taylor:]
What am I supposed to do?
Do I just keep faking? fucking forsaking everything I am?
Another pissed mother fucker with a fist and a plan
Oh but you're making me do this
I can scream while you stand there clueless
If you're listening I've made up my mind
Take another step and I'll snap this time!
Something please save me, I'm losing myself
[Tech N9ne:]
I don't think I wanna stop it, but the feeling inside is nauseous
I get really exhausted off it, gotta find a way to wash it lock it
Profit matter so I got to drop it, ain't nobody in the cockpit
Toss this lostness, people from the office boxes
If you cross this boss live cautious
Don't make me, don't make me repeat myself
For your safety, because a pilly is beneath my belt
But I don't wanna do anything bad to anybody
But I'll never be perfect
So I'ma say to the people that got a little evil comin' at you from me I think they deserve it
Going, withering away
Going, withering away
Going, withering away
(GONE)
Straight, literally snappin' out
My lady backin' out cause I'm becoming really mean and vicious
Watching me wither, how can I give her
Blood when I been so tainted by these bitches
[Corey Taylor:]
We are the arsenal
Chemically imbalanced, completely disposable
So butter my knuckles and taste it
Another sick delinquent is wasted
I don't forgive, I don't forget
I haven't got time to regret
Everybody else in the world can hate me
Nobody but me can save me!
[Tech N9ne:]
Shit, Yates, hates, this, place
If they close enough for me to hit the switch
I'm willing to never turn it on
I got the feelin' I'm gonna be comin' and killin'
There gonna be reelin' the evil in front of a psycho
And them who mentally gone
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