The Storm (2016)

 

• Godspeed
• Need Jesus
• Sriracha
• Wifi (Skit)
• Wifi (WeeFee)
• Erbody But Me
• Get Off Me
• I Get It Now
• Hold On Me
• Starting To Turn
• Poisoning The Well
• Buss Serves
• No Runnin To Ya Mama
• Buddha
• No Gun Control
• What If It Was Me
• Anywhere
• Til I'm Gone
• The Needle
• The Long Way
• Fuh What? (Bonus Track)
• Choosin (Bonus Track)
• Deleted (Bonus Track)
• Gridlock (Bonus Track)
• Kansas City (Bonus Track)
• Wet (Bonus Track)
• Colossus (Bonus Track)
• Mind Kcuf (Bonus Track)
• We're Not Sorry (Bonus Track)
• The Thing (Strange Music Pre-Order Bonus Track)

Godspeed lyrics - Tech N9ne

Kingdom!

From this day on

I will never - force - anything good

Down anybody's throat

Now before I start spazzin'

I'm a speak in a language

That the majority

Will understand

Niggas see me shinin'

They know Tech N9nna the best at the rhymin'

Yeah, but they ain't buyin'

Strange Music flyin'

We steady climbin'

I'm still a wanted man

I get a hunnid band

Still I do Summer Jam

Woah!

Tecca N9ne milla'

Kansas City Killa'

Turn up!

Bubblin' up with it because a nigga be gassin'

Enemy know that I'm ready for action

No matter the money we gotta go dummy and with' it so nigga what's happenin'

I really come and I do it with passion

Whenever I'm in the booth I real as ramen and juicy juice

And the vomit induced when the onyx been poop

Regroup and spin this shit

Learnin' this level of linguistics

Lot of you who lose it love lickin' limp bizkits

And I am done

Tryna shine a star of Donnie to the people like "fuck this nigga"

Soundin' will as Farrakhan he

Never can raise this bar upon me

I am on par with omni

Kill every thing in sight before the light say habari gani

Longevity, haters don't wan' credit me

When I'm steadily reachin' people like mom said I'd be

They on heavily, like it be gone medically

When I'm bustin' on this bitch in the street like Ron Jeremy

This song's therapy, strong genetically, bomb palms red if he's blond

Here to be 'nouncin' The Don's pedigree

I'm a 'gnac linguist

With' a black penis

I can act meanest

'Cause I'm a rap genius

Keepin' 'em crack fiendish

Praise K.O.D. please

For blowin' up himself like his last name was [Yaziz?]

No kryptonite, I'm a be Superman, makin' Zod leave

Thinkin' you're gonna do better, you're puffin' the odd trees

(Godspeed)

Everybody know us

We ain't gotta say it

They know can't nobody hold us

Maybe 'cause the flow screams

Kansas City Killa

Ain't no coming from the shoulder

Strikin' like a cobra

(Kansas City!)

Lightin' up the dough

We gonna blow just like I told ya'

Steady getting mo' green

Killa!

City!

Soldier!

(TURN UP!)

Low IQ listeners they bashin'

Lightweight keeping me flashin'

I don't think they ready for the murder for the slashin'

From MMM chopping em up in pieces in a wicked fashion

Not a nigga left, why you triggered then

From the hottest spitta, fought a bigger Tech

How ya figured that

How ya gonna test a hobbler

Shoulda' stayed behind the candlelight bruh

The God does damage to who's talking fucking bologna (bologna)

About who the best, from my crew the threat

From here to Budapest, this how you shoot the tech

I'm a forever be ripping you never be up and ahead of me

'Cause I'm a shooter be it through the neck

Shake it till it open make a milli' man I did it and I blew the check

For Pete's sake

This music is gleamin', but because all of the streamin' will never reach cake

Good thing we didn't get our piece late, we straight

Se7en this beats great, shoulda' probably did it with Keith Ape

This is for the villains

Kansas City livers stackin' paper to the ceilin'

And fuck how they feelin'

If they hate the way we movin' 'cause we really make a killin'

Make your broad leave

'Cause she diggin' me and my niggas we get it open like five keys

Knock it out like the Ali's, but to you she was a raw tease

Not another soul will rock whenever the K.O.D. breathes

(Godspeed)

Everybody know us

We ain't gotta say it

They know can't nobody hold us

Maybe 'cause the flow screams

Kansas City Killa

Ain't no coming from the shoulder

Strikin' like a cobra

(Kansas City!)

Lightin' up the dough

We gonna blow just like I told ya'

Steady getting mo' green

Killa!

City!

Soldier!

(TURN UP!)

Ooh, Godspeed

If you think you're brave enough then come and try me!

I kill everything in sight

People hate that the number one is related

To the greatest

Independent favorite

That made it, hella rippin' up stages

And gave it everything in pages

And gainin' real amazing wages

Double eight day with Travis

Integrated now as the latest hits

Fuckin' right nigga!

We came up from the gutter

To lots of butter, I put that on Uncle Ike nigga!

Thanks to Carter and Maudie, N9ne was born!

Now everybody on the globe gonna have their eye on

The Storm!

Need Jesus lyrics - Tech N9ne (feat. Stevie Stone & JL)

[Stevie Stone:]

Let ye cast no judgement upon thy neighbor

Before the beam of thy own eyes have been cleansed

In the wicked ways of the world

God gives the remission of all of our sins

[Tech N9ne:]

When I was a young one the preacher put oil on my sixth chakra

He knew when I was older I'd wanna follow 2Pac and Big Papa

They thought I was so devilish in the dark I would listen to sick opera

But this choppa will be reppin' the city where RDV's Young Rich and Slick's got ya

Well in peace

I don't know why they wanna call me up every Easter Sunday to the altar

Maybe the music I am doin' is never gospel, sinner is what they call ya

I know we look a little strange and we the gang my lane is what I offer

3 dimensional altar with a ego on top of the rock of Gibraltar

I see-e, it's not the way the bible people want me to be-e

Flippin' the fire for the family focused and free-e

Listen to me-e doing it for T.V-e

With the rebel yell, came out of my shell

Preacher said tell your people let go of your coat-tail

With a tremendous fail he never to say my livin'll sell

But even worse said I lead my people to Hell's Bells

Lookin' at me just like my mother and father would breed creatures

Not an evil bone in my body and never known to be naughty in my seeds either

Simple and plain like a cheese pizza

I don't know prayin' on my knees keep us from heat seekers

Lovin' the bleed feature while the people tell me that I need Jesus!

[Stevie Stone:]

Talk about, judgement

Speakin' to me with the people I'm leadin' em underway

And you read me and see me easy to be shunned away

But you got it all wrong

You seem to tell me I need Jesus! (oh, Jesus! Jesus!)

Every day they wanna condemn me

None of 'em even know me

Anyone ever that sinned cast the Stone out

I'm stoned, let's talk about it

[Tech N9ne:]

I'm askin'

What's happening?

Boy, cause they bashing me

Bangin' the bible, butcher boy don't bother with blasphemy

Call em a crazy critic comin' causin catastrophes

Aimin' at Aaron a lot of ammo and an angel actually

Ah mane, Amen

You people let the steeples speak in evil and the neezle playing God hymn

My mother was a Christian but I used to go with the wicked for the stick and what's the problem

Questioning the K.O.D.'s grim, anybody talkin hella crazy I'm bout to jaw them

You'll be up on a cross whenever you step to me so take precaution

Y'all false actors, callin' me a demon when I talk backwards tihs pot

Tecca Nina gonna be sought after this drop by the people that go toss rappers hip hop

So you thinking you religious?

When you condemn another man you never lead us

Telling me what's under me is gonna heat us

Never believe ya cause really you need Jesus

Leave us

[Stevie Stone:]

Talk about, judgement

Speakin' to me with the people I'm leadin' em underway

And you read mesee me easy to be shunned away

But you got it all wrong

Let's talk about it

[JL of B. Hood:]

Mama never really talked about God

All that I was ever taught was I'm odd

Heard he knew bout every thought that I had

Dirty mind I'd see a cross and I'd hide

Lost without dad, salty bout that

But I was captivated by the bosses outside

I plotted every way to get in drawers with my squad (church)

Ask round why every man goes

Bad habits to pass down like second hand clothes, mad

Salvage a blouse, gown, and manicured toes

Had half of us ground bound for hell and lord knows

Need a savior they say slayed for your behavior

Raised in three days, grace be what he gave ya

The Son of the maker, one to gravitate to

Pay 10 percent cause sins ya didn't pay for

Bow to a name insane fast, he told the

Vows to a dame, the tame Casanova

Wow did it change and came crashing, poser

Doused in the flames and bang chapter closure

Spiritually drained, crass and vulgar

Needed somewhere to go until rain passes over

Seeking a miracle from a stained-glass Jehovah

But I don't know if the ordain pastor sober

Dang in disdain prayed in vain

Care slain yo, explain do anything

Lay hands, but role playing, you entertain

Doubt, pain, processin' grow in the brain

It's confusing, now my fans out protruding

Rebuking, from mouths full of communion

Scorn by lukewarm kind, it's time you've been warned

The Storm formed, now find refuge in...

Sriracha lyrics - Tech N9ne (feat. Logic & Joyner Lucas)

(Jesus)

Yeah, yeah, hell yeah

Yeah, yeah, hell yeah

Yeah, yeah, hell yeah

Yeah, yeah, hell

[Tech N9ne:]

Froze over, when you thought you could hold Yoda

With flows older than the first sold cold soda

Grow more for my bros those rojo soldiers

Them cincos are at it again, blow doja

I am like Iron Mike, back in the day

My rhyming's iron height, defiant flight

Try and bite, like a razor in a candy apple

A taser in a jammy, tackled

By a neighbor with the family shackles

Laboring a man he's gaffled

I get angry, I sip bombs (chea!) on your rich lawn

I was brought up Muslim and Christian

I been studying Chrislam (chea!)

That's not a thing so I place this John

In your chicks palm

Give her something beautiful to kiss on

Till I spit one to her lip balm (chea!)

I've been rhyming since Reagan in politics

Polished it then got a big wallet where all of my dollars sit

To the wall is split, then I gotta sick the casa, your god exists

Cause a lot of chicks holler "Mr. Chopper you're hot as shit"

They say I'm the best at what I do

After me it's 5, 4, 3, and 2

Sometime I think they all gum bumpin'

So I tell them all to put that on somethin'

Sriracha, I put that on everything

Sriracha, I put that on everything

Sriracha, I put that on everything

Sriracha, I put that on everything

[Logic:]

Yeah, I guess I'm supposed to come with that fast flow

Woo! I guess I'm supposed to come with that gas flow

But no, I'ma just spit it, I'ma get it good

Wish you would tell me what I should do

I don't know, hit the door

Uh, yeah, feel like I been here before

Maybe I have but I can't fuck with it

Hit 'em with a semiautomatic, watch 'em duck with it

Speaking on lyrical ability

Everyone in my vicinity blowing they mind like Kennedy

I got no love for the enemy, somebody tell me the remedy

I'm like what's good, been fine

Tell me what's on your mind, rewind this shit

My message is beyond this shit

I put that on everything, I'm just being honest, shit

So what's up, hold up

Tech I'm sorry for the hold up but I been on the road

Should have had this verse to your ass a long time ago

When I put that on everything, I ain't had a minute to myself

But I been living like I ain't finna see tomorrow

I ain't focused on no wealth

I been living good, I been feeling fine

Pass the sriracha, I put that shit on all of mine

Busting like Columbine combined with a terrorist's mind

That's been confined in four walls for some time

[Tech N9ne:]

They say I'm the best at what I do

After me it's 5, 4, 3, and 2

Sometime I think they all gum bumpin'

So I tell them all to put that on somethin'

Sriracha, I put that on everything

Sriracha, I put that on everything

Sriracha, I put that on everything

Sriracha, I put that on everything

[Tech N9ne & Joyner Lucas:]

Sriracha, the flavor popper

We gotcha, even haters jock us

These choppers invade the knockers then blocker

Disintegrating every chakra eager to off ya

You can bet that we doin' it proper

When I put the bullets in a fully with a hoodie

Ain't nobody gonna stop us

Ain't nobody gonna stop us, nobody gon' top us

We leave 'em with no option, leave 'em with no conscience

Leave 'em with no oxygen, leave 'em with no problem

And even though I could see what they watchin'

TV with a DVD, I can repeat

When I see these street shockin'

Easy, if it need be then I just eat beats

And I'm Eazy-E, Compton

I eat meat like I'm EBT shopping

Credit Card Max, bend the bars back

Fuck your hoe, get brain and all that

Run in your house and bring your whore back

Sever your face and dead the doormat

Who got the keys to the rented Corvette

Can't catch me, I'm the man in all black

I been a nice chap since Catman on crack

Fuck that, I been nice way before that

Can't ignore that, you can try though

But you gon' end up next to Dido

I'm that pen that wrote the Bible

I'm on your skin like vitiligo

Sing for the moment, I hit the high note

Someone please let Elton John know

Tell the lieutenant I'm Hect Camacho

With a Catholic priest and the Pentecostal

Why you niggas wiggidy wiggidy wack, gettidy get in the back

With a umbilical patch, jump in the middle of the track

None of y'all niggas can act so y'all niggas are packed

Come and get it again, fuckin' a bitch in the whip

Give me your moment to fall, I'm gonna fit in the car

I can do better than yours, I can be ready to brawl

I can be shattered and all, nobody want to be hard

Better be ready for war, tell me who ready for more

Joyner

[Tech N9ne:]

They say I'm the best at what I do

After me it's 5, 4, 3, and 2

Sometime I think they all gum bumpin'

So I tell them all to put that on somethin'

Sriracha, I put that on everything

Sriracha, I put that on everything

Sriracha, I put that on everything

Sriracha, I put that on everything

Wifi (Skit) lyrics - Tech N9ne

So, me and Krizz Kaliko check into our uh... hotel in Paris, France. We were there for the first time, you know, it's in 2010 and our hotel was so fucking rinkydink that when we checked in our room -- it was so small that you open the front door to our room and you could see, hold up -- [Police sirens wail] You could see the nigga at the front desk. He was like, you just open the door and he was right there. So Krizz Kaliko goes and asks the nigga like, uh, ey man, y'all got the WiFi? And the dude was like "wh- WiFi? WiFi? I dunno, WiFi?" "You know, WiFi man, you got WiFi? WiFi code?" He's like "WiFi? No, we don't have WiFi." He's like "you know, like internet, like phone" and he's like "ohhh, Weefee, Weefee, yeah we got Weefee."

Wifi (WeeFee) lyrics - Tech N9ne

Yeah [laughter]

Go right up

Connect, ain't nobody but Tech

I been dope since I put raps on BASF cassette

Since then my pen been at war like Montagues and Capulets

A menacing strap you get, been winning in rap who's next

To get permanent power polluted, paper protruded

Punani praise on its pubics and they're prepared to pursue it

Get us then we drills em

Having plenty thrills um wellington New Zealand banging her with a chest like Wendy Williams

Everybody know with the kinda money I bring to the table I can put em off

Take em all around the world, get the dough and get the girl touching other people and I brought the hood along

Teams where I wings fly people I never seen cry

If you wanna see the mean side just go stream what I seen on steam, put your hand in my bean pie

Salam [?]

I'm something fierce, I bring player haters to tears with my schemes

Come reach me, I got the species locked and no one can beat me

The feces, what I released on this beat he's gonna wanna seek me because I'm the WeeFee

WeeFee, WeeFee, WeeFee

I can put you on

WeeFee, WeeFee, WeeFee

With my push alone

WeeFee, WeeFee, WeeFee

Now you're set in stone, I'm the

WeeFee

People need me, I'm the WeeFee

I get them on movies and TV

Connecting Scooby and Stevie

Straight from Missouri to Fiji

Trying to intrigue me ain't easy

Unless you bringing them bad beasies in three-bies

We be having them louder than 194 dB

Organ, grinding, so they pour us in their mouth, and they're loving it like Thorazine

When they freaking out I'm Jim Morrison

But I go without hair Billy Corgan

Releasing a lot more of them endorphins

WeeFee wins the war again the gores been like a horror film

Cause we kill, everything so be still

When we move in, not a cheap thrill

When the beat feels like E pills

Steadily repping B till, my B-L-double O-D spills

Then again Tech Nina keep mills

So I know I'm a get me a refill

Tech is highly respected

Been with a few major labels and left it

I rated my records intrepid

Since they didn't rep it then F it

Now I'm elected to get the check and invest it

I'm such a vet you can bet I can get you connected

Cause I'm the WeeFee

WeeFee, WeeFee, WeeFee

I can put you on

WeeFee, WeeFee, WeeFee

With my push alone

WeeFee, WeeFee, WeeFee

Now you're set in stone, I'm the

WeeFee

If you with me but hating me

Disconnect from me, get away from me

Get a bit of fake thinkin' they're big as your paper be

When they try to shake a G they normally have to take a fee that's lower than what they pay for he that works in Eminem's bakery

You doubt a N9ne, you out of sight you out of mind

Nigga shout a crime from me they sniffing them powder lines

I'm the righteous

But I'm killing 'em like I'm Cypress

Play me like I'm not the nicest

No WeeFee leave you lifeless

Taking a knife to fight with ISIS, I like it

When they spite they get vices

When they hit that pipe think they're psychic

Wanna figure my mic and try to slice it

But they do fizzle when they hear SuWu whistles

Disrespect me true this will happen and they lose signal

This was long awaited

Strange is how all the fakes were created

They think they made it, forgot about me and skated

They music, everybody played it cause I was right there to save it

They downgraded they hate it cause their signal is faded

Cause I'm the WeeFee, nigga

WeeFee, WeeFee, WeeFee

I can put you on

WeeFee, WeeFee, WeeFee

With my push alone

WeeFee, WeeFee, WeeFee

Now you're set in stone, I'm the

WeeFee

Erbody But Me lyrics - Tech N9ne (feat. Bizzy & Krizz Kaliko)

Okay

[Bizzy:]

Walk right up in the room like fuck er'body but me (er'body but me)

Lookin' like this all good but fuck er'body but me (er'body but me)

And I really wish a nigga would say fuck er'body but me (er'body but me)

And you could be just like me say fuck er'body

Er'body but me

Er'body but me

Er'body but me

Finna go up

Er'body but me say fuck er'body

Okay

[Tech N9ne:]

K-C-M-O

Born and raised if you ain't get the memo

Slippin' in my city is a N-O

We put down a demo, then go stuffing them hoes in a limo

Cause they said they serving more jaw then Jay Leno

What they seein' walk through the doors, winners

Haters muggin' us because they hoes, grinners

Sinners better simmer when thinking they want to chin us better remember it ain't nothing but rogue, in us

Steppin' out with Tech Nina, yes sir, whether it remains, whether she came

Next thing you know, mayne, that girl on everything, everything

When it's playing she saying this my shit

That's why they be waiting in line to kiss my grip

Offer true paid dues, I'm not selfish

But you may lose, if I could help it

Step into this Piru made grove wearing the opposite of blue suede shoes, Elvis

[Bizzy:]

Walk right up in the room like fuck er'body but me (er'body but me)

Lookin' like this all good but fuck er'body but me (er'body but me)

And I really wish a nigga would say fuck er'body but me (er'body but me)

And you could be just like me say fuck er'body

Er'body but me

Er'body but me

Er'body but me

Finna go up

Er'body but me

Er'body but me

Bout to go up

Er'body but me

Er'body but me

Finna go up

Er'body but me

Say fuck er'body

Okay

[Tech N9ne:]

We drinkin'

Why you wonder why your woman winkin'

Trip with us you're headed for extinction

We just bringing brinks into buy the bucket everybody drinkin'

People looking salty must be smokin' Jesse Pinkman

Er'body, but me

Lookin' broke and, dusty

That's how your lady lookin me, that's why she wanna, cuff me

I'm gonna shine never, rusty

Every year I come back with another one they never gonna, hush me

She wanna get close to touch a strange jam

She say you don't remember me 'cause I just became slim

Ah ye-ye-ye-ye-ye

That's right I know you from, um so and so what's her name 'nem?

They know Tech Nina is always coming hotter than, hell's pit

And I'm steady drinking like I'm a, Celtic

Why they trippin' with me 'cause now I'm dipping with she

And I'm gonna give her what she need, pelvis

[Bizzy:]

Walk right up in the room like fuck er'body but me (er'body but me)

Lookin' like this all good but fuck er'body but me (er'body but me)

And I really wish a nigga would say fuck er'body but me (er'body but me)

And you could be just like me say fuck er'body

Er'body but me

Er'body but me

Er'body but me

Finna go up

Er'body but me

Er'body but me

Bout to go up

Er'body but me

Er'body but me

Finna go up

Er'body but me

Say fuck er'body

Okay

Get Off Me lyrics - Tech N9ne (feat. Problem & Darrein Safron)

[Tech N9ne:]

I'm just tryna try

When haters do what they do and steady hidin' the lie

Laughing while we, ridin' and high

Cause we know that they ladies will let us slide in their pie

Yeah, they call us nook nook crooks

Cause all they hear from the room is Babadook-dook-dook

Yeah, you think I make rooks book?

Well my singin' partner 'bout to murder before he do the hook, look

[Darrein Safron:]

Starting from nothing, I did it

Y'all mad cause you didn't

Y'all mad cause y'all ain't in it

Y'all mad cause I got the master plan, cash got no limit

I might ride to your block and let this drop when I finish

Uh, yeah, put that on your head

People thought we was recording 'cause the dot shot red

I just do this for my homies 'till the block get fed

I rap slow so you understand what the fuck I said

But...

Ok I'm still on my grind, holding minds down with it

I'm keepin' my side

Open ya third eye

They thinking you're blind

Strap to the back, with a Mac' in a backpack

Homies' strapped, and ready to ride

Feeling like Biggie, I'm Ready To Die

So get off me

Bitch get off me

I just don't got no time for all you bitches and your soft way

So get off me

Bitch get off me

I just don't got no time for all you bitches and your soft way

[Tech N9ne:]

Whoever said Tech Nina ain't the shizzy is a buster deluxe with cheese

My foot is ready to touch ya and scuff the 3's

You couldn't move 'em with a Mustard beat plus with Yeez

Cause you's a sorry mother-sucker, I'll buck ya then puff the trees

I'm for real

Do I kill her, certainly so

Your lady say she don't 'member ever squirting before

Till she had this player in the middle of the west, a flirtin' negro

I'll knock her way down the coach from her burkin' ego

Ya heard it?!

(I heard it!)

Let's give it up for the KC King

But I never wanna get up in the race, we sing

Hit 'em with a peanut butter, bake these schemes

Look at the Nina

I'm comin' at you with a team of cleaners

Rippin' and packin' the reamers

Thinkin' he better that he beat the dream up

[Darrein Safron:]

So get off me

Bitch get off me

I just don't got no time for all you bitches and your soft way

So get off me

Bitch get off me

I just don't got no time for all you bitches and your soft way

[Problem:]

Bitches ain't shit and ain't never gon' be shit

Talk like a asshole, baby girl eat shit

Chach on this thief shit

Dog off the leash shit

Get yo BMF

Yeah I'm on that leach shit (What)

Money everywhere, nigga disrespect mine and we gunnin' everywhere

Pussy's gettin no love mother-fuck a (febuar?)

Cracked my enemy's girl then I fucked her everywhere

Yeah I'm all up in these streets and you suckas never there

80's baby and I grew up wish (cluckas?) everywhere

Fuck that mad doggin got a shot for every stare

If you wanna see fake take a look up in the mirror

[Darrein Safron:]

So get off me

Bitch get off me

I just don't got no time for all you bitches and your soft way

So get off me

Bitch get off me

I just don't got no time for all you bitches and your soft way

Clown Town!

Clown Town!

[Screaming]

I Get It Now lyrics - Tech N9ne (feat. Krizz Kaliko)

Industry does not, feel you

I'm sick of this shit

Blind bitches wish

N9ne's wickedness always

Motherfuckin' killer B

There's about to become a distillery

The majority don't really feel a G

With the paint and a dark soliloquy

Music, they said killed the fee

Me, Krizz, and Makzilla free

So I'm gonna have to keep it real with me

Fuck them straight with agility

They callin' me crazy

Don't wanna play me

So I make the music that will target they babies

And open 'em up to wicked shit

They wanna know how hip is this

This never been no hipster shit

So the fakers see me and diss the 'fit

I ain't cool like the late great Biggie Smalls, the illest

So I went the route of a killer clown comin' to pillage a village

Steady tryin' to get 'em all to feel it

But I learned you can't please everybody

When my mother was livin' they used to say "your son is scary Maudie"

I don't give a flyin', dyin'

Spy inside of al-Qaeda, they lyin'

When tryin' to diss Tech N9ne

And when they all shall buy us

I don't fit the part for main stream cause I'm rougher

Only time they wanna look like me is Halloween motherfucker

I realize I'm not inviting

You ain't with it

Sit it down

I'm a vicious

Wicked clown

And I'm livid when the critics give us frowns

Trippin' with this nigga's sound

Yup, I get it now

Get it, me and you, we are not the same

We unequal and the people is to blame, get it?

I get it now

I guess I got the wrong pants on

And I don't really make no dance songs, get it?

I get it now

Y'all can't tell I'm fuckin' myself up more and more on purpose?

I love scarin' the hell out of y'all, haha

Stick the masks, wrap it off in the casket

Sound like they wrist broken like put the fuckin' lotion in the basket

How is he livin' lavish when he rap really fast and he mask it?

They don't get it when I gas it

They laugh at it, they mad it ain't ratchet

They wanna wear clothes just like A$AP Rocky, like Yeezy and Drake

That's what they identify with, not with a nigga with the clown paint on his face

I get it that I'm wicked

When I spit it they be comin' to get 'em a ticket

Talk a lot of shit at the gate and they got to zip it

When I'm bustin', they open up to somethin' different and dig it

I get it, I never looked like the average black dude

Track shoes, gold teeth, and covered in tattoos

Yak, booze, reeking and chiefing the sack through

Speakin' about reaching them hardened hat screws

Jack move

Yes I've become a big boss

But I'll never be cool as Rick Ross

That's okay, N9ne's been rhyming

And now he's shining

Perfect timing

You ain't with it

Sit it down

I'm a vicious

Wicked clown

And I'm livid when the critics give us frowns

Trippin' with this nigga's sound

Yup, I get it now

Get it, me and you, we are not the same

We unequal and the people is to blame, get it?

I get it now

I guess I got the wrong pants on

And I don't really make no dance songs, get it?

I get it now

So what I've come to realize is I will never fit in

So it's my duty to make sure I stand the fuck out

[Woman Speaking in Reverse:]

"Meht etinu lliw eh esuac' ,meht sthgif reven eh yhw s'taht ,meht ekil gnihton s'eH"

If this thing does not kill you

Grind back to back tracks

Find racks on racks

N9ne's stacking that all day

Hold On Me lyrics - Tech N9ne (feat. Kate Rose)

[Kate Rose:]

Gimme some of that good stuff I need so much

I can't handle life without it, it's become my crutch

I don't need anything else

I'm just gonna use it for myself

Been craving it tonight so it's good I've got plans

Soon I'll be flying, oh so high

[Tech N9ne:]

All my life whenever I got into a relationship

Couldn't take the nagging of women never be taking tips

When they said I just needed one of them in my stable

But never would I listen I wasn't able they say to me

I know you got other chicks, and I'm sick of this shit

You think I'm asleep when you go sneak away for a bit

I hear you talking to her why do you treat me like this

Why do you make it so hard to admit

Player would never show his hand

I become something they can't stand

In the long run they on one, our song's done

Get they bags and they bounce

And they say I'm sick and need a little counseling

You are the king, but don't know how to treat a queen

I hear the words you speak about her when you dream

Thought that we were a team, how could you let her intervene

Guess you got me

Really got some feelings for this one you can't stop me

[Kate Rose:]

Gimme some of that good stuff I need so much

I can't handle life without it, it's become my crutch

I don't need anything else

I'm just gonna use it for myself

Been craving it tonight so it's good I've got plans

Soon I'll be flying, oh so high

Cause it will have it's, hold, on me

Her blood is coursing through my veins

I need to hold on tight just let it take the reigns

[Tech N9ne:]

Don't get in the game

If there's a feeling you can't hang

Women tell me that I should be loyal to one dame

It's a shame, they say I'm a playa and i never change

I remain, how we start out the same

And I can never get with it, you can give it to whomever wanna get it

Now that I'm seeing vivid you come at me I'mma pivot and

Get up out of your room, treat me like a buffoon

I can see you love her to the moon

I cannot lie I'm hella busted, they say I can't be trusted

I ain't got time to love shit but this does it

Loving her even when out in public goes with me wherever I tug it

I'm really done with you yes I had a lot of fun with you

But your many will soon be none with you

So what you gonna do?

Its only one and without it I might lose it

I cannot keep a woman cause time with my music

[Kate Rose:]

Gimme some of that good stuff I need so much

I can't handle life without it, it's become my crutch

I don't need anything else

I'm just gonna use it for myself

Been craving it tonight so it's good I've got plans

Soon I'll be flying, oh so high

Cause it will have it's, hold, on me

Her blood is coursing through my veins

I need to hold on tight just let it take the reigns

Starting To Turn lyrics - Tech N9ne (feat. Jonathan Davis)

Calm, calm

Turning, turning, turning, turning...

[Tech N9ne:]

Alright

I don't wanna do this anymore, stop

Tellin' me that we can make it in a hell where it's gonna be many more shocks

Use to be I needed love now I need about 3 or 4 shots

With another round just to hit it now yes I'm messier than any gore plot

I am doing what the sick does

Takin anything to get buzzed

'Stead of eatin wit the family I rather get my dinner in a strip club

Not a evil that can rival me becoming even darker than a crip slug comin to clip bloods

Took the gentleman and put him underground like in Dig Dug

So long every day shit there's no hope for we

Repetition kept us glitchin', your folks bore me

I'm turning into what my lady provoked for she never really knew inside of my brain having ho soaked orgies, constantly

[Jonathan Davis:]

Do you really wanna see that things that's turning in me?

Turning in me? NO!

I am, I am, I am liberating me, starting to turn

I didn't do it, got something to stir it up

I am, I am, I am liberating me, starting to turn

I couldn't see it, my hatred is filling me

[Tech N9ne:]

Migraine, I'm bane, ain't nobody feelin my pain

Stupid women I blame so goodbye sane Imma fry my brain

Drugs Imma try aim to deny shame and defy thy rain

Look into my eye mane I wanna fly gettin really high and die strange

How do I describe, you and I entropy, inside of me an entity

Turning me into to the portion of idenitity

That you'll never know there, till my anger make a slow tear

Any beef wanna grow, I swear I eat it so rare, baby oh yeah

Think of your bitchness that hate oh so it's just

Turning me into the insane, playing all kind of sin games

Taking it in like a ganja hit, you're the reason why the bomb was lit

Got me thinking "murder everything in sight", monster shit!

[Jonathan Davis:]

Do you really wanna see that things that's turning in me?

Turning in me? NO!

I am, I am, I am liberating me, starting to turn

I didn't do it, got something to stir it up

I am, I am, I am liberating me, starting to turn

I couldn't see it, my hatred is filling me

I am, I am, I am liberating me, starting to turn

I didn't do it, got something to stir it up

I am, I am, I am liberating me, starting to turn

I couldn't see it, my hatred is filling me

No!

Wait for it, wait for it!

Driving me crazy when you lie to me baby

You're driving me crazy when you lie to me baby

Driving me crazy when you lie to me baby

Won't die, that's real shady, you might die if you play me!

Poisoning The Well lyrics - Tech N9ne (feat. Big Scoob & Young Devi D)

Poisoning the well

Y'all gon' hear me, oh yeah

You're on me, final days have only been going through Hell

So drink it up with no filter

I give you my drummer

So if you don't get it, don't get it

Well then you can't live it, I'm livin'

See, I'm an old man as funky as my last, 'cause

..Don't blame my gifts, just fill your glass up

Sincerely

Man I love this music thing severely

But it seems some don't wanna feel me clearly

I'm the L in salmon, they can't hear me

So I had to work up to not giving a fuck

But the people thought I was evil

I was brought up at the steeple but they trust it not

But turn and tell a killa that he must kick rocks

When he bust it lots and you will get a couple in ya muffin top

Me popping will be they D-day

'Cause they can't say the shit he say

Everyone don't have a tongue like a gun

They not trying to be running no relay

Sat in hell for a whole 'lot of years

Bread and tales I got a whole lot of cheers

Sold out shows, so bout those, foes doubt flows but bros oughta hear

Change in the making, deep in the midwest something insane been a-baking

They claiming a nation with brain innovation

Surrounding everyone with Strange integration

Poisoning the well

Y'all gon' hear me, oh yeah

You're on me, final days have only been going through Hell

So drink it up with no filter

I give you my drummer

So if you don't get it, don't get it

Well then you can't live it, I'm livin'

See, I'm an old man as funky as my last, 'cause

..Don't blame my gifts, just fill your glass up

Something strange in the agua

When everybody sound like blah-blah

Put the KOD in the pot and he nod

But the God no more rides well Tecca Nina saga

Someway the killa is getting twisted into the mainstream

Gangrene sick of hits again

I can flip from the rip come and sip the sin

That's my dirty water worser than Flint, Michigan

They don't wanna see my progress

But you can't stop or tell it that's God blessed

Over the years I showed 'em with my I guest

To a handsome mansion and from the projects

Wayne Minor, insane kinda, in the brain I'm a strange rhymer

Always gonna change the game grinder

Poison the well

You can tell that, this boy's been in Hell

I'ma joy when inhaled

I'm the reason why everybody cheesin'

I got 'em even making noise in the jail

If everybody had to do what I do

They'd have flows coming out the wazoo

And let the god spew

Alaikumsalam warahmatullahi wabarakatuh

Poisoning the well

Y'all gon' hear me, oh yeah

You're on me, final days have only been going through Hell

So drink it up with no filter

I give you my drummer

So if you don't get it, don't get it

Well then you can't live it, I'm livin'

See, I'm an old man as funky as my last, 'cause

..Don't blame my gifts, just fill your glass up

Buss Serves lyrics - Tech N9ne (feat. Big Scoob & Young Devi D)

[Tech N9ne:]

Started with the blow and went to flows

Listen to me tell my gutter story and it goes

When I was 19

I went to go live with my auntie and noticed she had nice things

The furniture and

All of her clothes quite clean

To never be working a 9 to 5, she ran a ice cream, team

She put me on

And my witness Simone

Stay remarkably grown

That's why my pockets be long

Ducked some feds, dumped packs, and then got custom threads

From serving boofas in KC we say let's buss some heads, nigga

In French village, I went till, it got the rent bill, it got so heavy I no longer benched skrilla was a cinch still I had to Vince Neil it

Yell in a microphone and write them songs they like it's on

I let go they life worth of pipe is blown to flowing ignite my home I used to

Buss serves

Now I, buss words

Either way slanging or sanging whatever life I'm a just splurge

We had the spot though until it really got hot so

Escape I did like El Chapo

But nuevas still get faded, vato

[Young Devi D & Tech N9ne:]

I pull up, pull up

Bussin serves

I pull up, pull up

Bussin serves

(Young nigga chasing it back)

I pull up bussin serves

Young nigga pull up, pull up

Bussin serves, commas

Either way I'm a be stacking it

On my, mama

Making my milli from rapping it or

Bussin serves, commas

Either way I'm a be stacking it

On my, mama

Making my milli from rapping it or

Bussin serves

[Big Scoob:]

On my mama nigga

Pull up, I'm bussin serves

But you won't find me nickel and diming, man I'm off the curb

Prolly find me somewhere rhyming man this flow's absurd

Or maybe find me on my grinding where the pot is stirred

Either way I'm bout my pay I'm tryna stack up my dollars

Ripping the chowder, stomping the powder, dumping it louder, soldier for louder

Necked it to a vato

Hefe head honcho

El Chapo with the hot flows

Still logged in with the block though

Hit a thang and make the knot grow

Push a nigga push it all bro

Pussy pills to that Pablo

In dark or night nigga I glow

Old nigga with the bag bro

Silly nigga with the mag though

Be careful what he bust his ass for

I'm airing out one of you assholes

Real shit, but the paper quit when the violence hit, nigga beep it bool

Shit bricks and quick licks turned meal ticks, nigga beep it bool

Out here hungry chasing food

All in, refuse to lose

Bussin serves or bussin words, ask about me, I'm that dude

[Young Devi D & Tech N9ne:]

I pull up, pull up

Bussin serves

I pull up, pull up

Bussin serves

(Young nigga chasing it back)

I pull up bussin serves

Young nigga pull up, pull up

Bussin serves, commas

Either way I'm a be stacking it

On my, mama

Making my milli from rapping it or

Bussin serves, commas

Either way I'm a be stacking it

On my, mama

Making my milli from rapping it or

Bussin serves

[Young Devi D:]

I got my mind on my money, money on my mind

It's just something about hundreds, when you thumbing through them signs

I quit fucking with them niggas, cause they ain't wan' shine

And that's all I'm tryna do, it's why I grit, it's why I grind

I pull up bussin serves nigga all at the trailer parks

I talk money fluent, they ain't teach it in language arts

Damn that nigga street smart, reflex razor sharp

Fall in love with me baby, I'm just gon' break your heart

Smash through the sheet, like the fucking Transporter

I got film of your bitch, on my camcorder

Had to show it to my homies, this right here my life mane

Hit a lick for 30, lost 20 in the dice game

Fuck it man it's nothing, I swear to God it's nothing

I tried to down that sucker but I paralyzed his cousin

Oops fuck it, oops fuck it

That come with the pop-off

You my son's son lil nigga, call me papa

[Young Devi D & Tech N9ne:]

I pull up, pull up

Bussin serves

I pull up, pull up

Bussin serves

(Young nigga chasing it back)

I pull up bussin serves

Young nigga pull up, pull up

Bussin serves, commas

Either way I'm a be stacking it

On my, mama

Making my milli from rapping it or

Bussin serves, commas

Either way I'm a be stacking it

On my, mama

Making my milli from rapping it or

Bussin serves

No Runnin To Ya Mama lyrics - Tech N9ne

Yeah, you must be throw'd

You gon' make them thangs come up out that load

You ain't built like that but you talk so cold

Yeah, we know

Hurts now, purps found cause a nigga squirt rounds

Acting like ya wore a purse on turf grounds

Like how his homies didn't tell him to pull his skirt down

Now look at'cha

Loud mouth we found a round to match ya

Bound to smack ya, now the ground'll catch ya

Cause you frowned at the hounds and you found disaster

He talking hella shady

How I get it on the daily

They jelly bout my gravy but they crazy cause they think I won't be banging like the 80s

Your homie was a movie

So we dot him with the tooly

Got his family sick and woozy giving him the finger where Rodney O and Joe Cooley

They hot around the collar

Cause I got a lot of shotters

So don't nobody bother, if they try to then we stoppin' they medulla oblongata

So be careful when you saucing

You could end up in the coffin

You better take precaution when you see real niggas crossing, shut the fuck up when we talking

If you get my killers heated

You'll be curled up like a fetus

All them words, you're gonna eat it

Every fist and all the feet is never ceasing when you pleaded

So I think you better comma

Or get lit up with the llama

KC all the way to Ghana, when you grown and start the drama, ain't no running to yo mama, nigga

No running to yo mama

When you caught up in the drama

No running to yo mama when you caught up in the drama cause you did nobody honor

No running to yo mama

When you caught up in the drama

No running to yo mama when you caught up in the drama cause you did nobody honor

We the boss players

In this, industry and not SEGA

Nigga we are stop haters

We take 'em to the end and then it's biva las begas

If you tripping, y'all nuts

Cause we sick and all bust

So get the motherfucking pineapple, the rum and the coconut and mix it all up

We coming from the ghetto

And we keep the heavy metal

So you suckers better settle cause we turn a wolf and devil to a woman in stilettos

Cause they didn't really want it

They was only in the moment

Hella talking, never on it

Had they're chance and now they blown it cause the king was their opponent

He bit the hand that fed him

Run you over if you let him

All the homies wanna get him, heard the words when he said them now I know that he regret them

Cause we be getting money

And he be looking bummy

So keep the coward from me, when you see me don't be chummy

Muh'fucking dummy

I know you can't stand me

But you know that we go hammy

Have you sleeping like a xanny, hit them with a super whammy when I cut them from the family

We in every nook and cranny

Hit you when you're in your jammies, when you're in your manny panties

See me and my brother Sammy, ain't no yelling for your granny and no running to your mammy nigga

No running to yo mama

When you caught up in the drama

No running to yo mama when you caught up in the drama cause you did nobody honor

No running to yo mama

When you caught up in the drama

No running to yo mama when you caught up in the drama cause you did nobody honor

Buddha lyrics - Tech N9ne feat. Boyz II Men & Adrian Truth)

[Boyz II Men & Krizz Kaliko:]

1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9

Inhale it, baby

Bud-dha

I'm so high (so high, I'm so high)

Bud-dha

I'm so high (so high)

[Tech N9ne:]

I ain't talking about no meditation, just medication

You got your vape, you got your brownies, you got your taffy

You got that shuttle to blast me the grassy zipped tight in a baggie

Then we'll try it be the highest man I quit now cannabis and I is reunited

Be delighted we going to see the itis if you wanna chop away the deficit legalize it

KC good with that, we hit the sack

That don't mean sleeping the [?]

Talking 'bout kief in the pack

Or having the heavenly hellish heap of the hashish

Then attract [?]

Weed cheesing 'cause we in the act

With a couple of beautiful b-zies spin a rack

And I'm dancing at the krilla with the chronic leaf in the bag

If you got it, you gotta let one more soul invade your camp

It's a pot of gold and you gotta know

I'm gonna score them pesos, champ

I'm so peaceful, the haters wanna come throw doors

And they so can't

Puffing on Buddha, that's my numb your hoe

And dick your chick

Bu, dah

I'm so high (so high, I'm so high)

Bu, dah

I'm so high (so high)

Bu, dah

I'm so high (so high, I'm so high)

Bu, dah

I'm so high (so high)

I ain't talking about no meditation, just medication

Had a party at the krilla, my brother Mackzilla got a big group of [schillas] that're ready to heal us and about to feel us cause they digging for millas and admire the skrilla

But of course I'm gonna get the bowed the one that got up the courage to wanna roll one

She chipping and chopping like she's a shogun

It's twisted, it's loaded, then we blow some

I'm tripping, she tripping, I make a decision

To run to the kitchen with a cottonmouth mission

Got a hazy condition this lady's position

Was pay me for the spliff and then maybe submission

Too high to try and turn crazy on

The way she came off it was shady, wrong

I got many people that gave me zongs

Told that Bianca "away, begone"

Leave us, we keep bud and nobody gotta see her

Coming cheaper than a Totino's pizza

That sound good when I'm puffing on the reefer

After working, I be choking in my leisure

Something about it make the Nina wanna please a, diva

Looking for something to come and ease ya

You can bet on the killer cannabis sativa

Buddha

Bu, dah

I'm so high (so high, I'm so high)

Bu, dah

I'm so high (so high)

Pass it among us, dab-dab if you wanna blast

Pass it among us, dab if you wanna

Pass-pass it among us, dab-dab like you really should

Yeah you know my Buddha stash keep me feeling good

Bu, dah

I'm so high (so high, I'm so high)

Bu, dah

I'm so high (so high)

Bu, dah

I'm so high (so high, I'm so high)

Bu, dah

I'm so high (so high)

No Gun Control lyrics - Tech N9ne (feat. Gary Clark Jr. & Krizz Kaliko)

You motherfuckers keep talking about gun control

First of all I'm tired of being controled

I'm tired of you motherfuckers trying to control me and mine

You better get your motherfucking weapon

Cuz motherfucker I got mine

And I'm not scared to use it, they're not scared to use it

So motherfucker get prepared

Cuz it's 'bout that time to prove it

We're trapped off in these fucked up gutters

Everyday preparing for war

So motherfucker get ready for it

It's about that time to even the score

[Tech N9ne:]

We on, if you ever test us we swarm

So the devilish best be warned

Reform these Don peons

Who keep a lot of artillery

They take all of the hate, apply it to race

Then innocents get a taste

So take a bullet to liberate, off in the trigger state

We stock up, to be with the free locked up

To these pop up, when they tryna penetrate; we boss up

Don't wanna have to do it but indeed shot you

How many people gonna fall from this evil?

And it'll never stop cuz we don't care if it's illegal

But the weapons charges violent fecal

When the demon is coming after you with plan to deceive you

[Gary Clark Jr.:]

Just because we're carrying guns

Don't mean we wanna use them

People abusing, carry on losing

Look at (you!) cuz they all shooting

Uhh, hey, yeah everybody shooting

And you should be scared of us

Ah, scared of us

Cuz we're out of control

We ain't got no gun control

[Krizz Kaliko:]

Feeling nervous got a little trouble on my mind

I can turn 'em right and around and turn death fear to it

Not damn thing doing

Think it's exposed, just cuz I'm sagging my clothes

And tagging my toes and beating the peace out of peacful nigga

Thanks for yanking the breaks off a gangster hate officers

Got a lot of mo', I got a lot of mo'

I see Trump's got a lot of votes

America is a silent bow

And you can put [?] fool a lot of folks

If it's coming my way after trunk

Cuz the trumpers get carried away

And I'm thumpin' my thumper

Cuz this gun don't mean nothing if the people is out of control

[Gary Clark Jr.:]

Just because we're carrying guns

Don't mean we wanna use them

People abusing, carry on losing

Look at (you!) cuz they all shooting

Uhh, hey, yeah everybody shooting

And you should be scared of us

Ah, scared of us

Cuz we're out of control

We ain't got no gun control

What If It Was Me lyrics - Tech N9ne (feat. Krizz Kaliko)

[Tech N9ne:]

Free your mind, and remember

Winners are not people who never fail

But people who never quit

All I ever wanted was to sell

Records to the people make a lot of mil', yessir

Rap to me, it was the holy grail

I'm gonna go and do it, I'm gonna never gonna fail

Yeah, but first I gotta make it out of hell

Wake up and I see crime

All of us we on it's eat time

My homies love me yelling "Peace N9ne"

At the same time, throwing B signs

Throwing em back and repping the street, I'm

Doing music and writing beast rhymes

But my V-Slimes, had no weak minds

Got with the music, started a group and we shine

Music gave us hella hope

Made it up out of the bangin' and sellin' dope

We were stronger than a bottle of Yoke

Till one of our members found a kid to grope

Then your honor gave the peddy the rope

Losing a man, the band began to slope

Never did think a plan was damned to croak

So doing it solo-dole stands the G.O.A.T

Started making hella LP's

2000, although with five, felt free

Because of the hand the label dealt me

But in '06 Fontana helped us melt cheese

Number one independent gonna be spending our time and funds, in a minute

That's what the government want the sums, then I send it

In a couple of months I'm done and replenished

Everywhere I go, I'm selling out the show

Around the world I kill em and everybody know

Whenever we hit the studio and Tecca Nina drop, hot

Even though I will go toe to toe if somebody bang on me

But I'm rolling in the dough and I'm really respected and protected

Chances of me getting shot, not

Everyone loving the Tech

Publishin', I get a check

Loving the cities that with me, the people that call me the best

I don't have any regret, but it's a bit of neglect

Missing my babies I love em and none of leaving me yet

Feeling good like a villain should

In a mansion, but I'm still in hoods

Not like Trayvon, J's on

Khaki shorts with a red tee like I will and could

I can conceal it my permits say

If evil happens to swerve this way

Hope nobody deserves quick spray

I feel an angelic surge this day

They feeling my songs

Been doing it long

They want me to sell 'em my CD right outta my home

Cos I'm in the zone

I'm putting em on in front of the store when a couple of police won't leave me alone

Why they tripping?

I fit the description

It's two of them rushing me I'm on a solo mission

To get people to listen, but they pushing and kicking me

I'm on the ground when they telling me, "Cause of a gun suspicion"

It was in my pocket, ain't trying pop it

When they scared of a brother with a gun no one can stop it

Then one of em lost it, and then I was shot quick

Officers took me to heaven, I'm dead and with multiple rockets

Didn't matter I was good and living inside a mansion next to ball players

'Cause of the move he made was drastic now I lay in a casket carried by my pallbearers

Fears what I see, making em kill a G

Rotten apple in the batch; don't be tell the rest to flee

This happened in Baton, R-O-U-G-E, even I fit the description

What if it was me?

[Krizz Kaliko:]

What if it was me

What if I never got the one chance to be

Everything and everywhere I go, I wouldn't see

If by your hand you took that from me

But what if it were me?

Laying right there

I'll never get up again, it's so unfair

My babies cry out

You never cared

Things that we do make each other so scared

So what if it was you there?

(Should I just) Take your life

(Should I bust) Make your wife widowed, withered, hugging the pillow

The scent of you still on her

Spirit she feels on her

The whole world weeps

Blood we all spill on her

And I know, it's ill will, the pill's hard to swallow

How should I feel when the man follows?

The words you said saved me, he crazy

And you saved my life, take my life

I gotta fight, all of the night with cops, crips, bloods with sore fists

I gotta fight, all of the night with cops, crips, bloods with sore fists

I gotta fight, all of the night with cops, crips, bloods with sore fists

[Tech N9ne:]

I gotta fight, all of the night with cops, crips, bloods with sore fists and them Nazis

Anywhere lyrics - Tech N9ne (feat. Marsha Ambrosius)

[Marsha Ambrosius:]

Anywhere but here

I'd rather rather be anywhere anywhere

Anywhere but here

[Tech N9ne:]

Question

Anybody ever feel

That some people around you claim to be solid but ain't real?

In relationships, business, family, in the end it's about they bills

And everyone of them wanna cheat and steal

Time for me to have no chill

Come and get ya meals and they really will with zeal

All is needy, y'all is greedy

I'm falling freely

This gonna be scogging me, we brawling easy

Had a lawman seize me

Get the hell on stay

What ya gonna do but if it's a fail on pay

Loved ones exude hella rude when it used to be smooth

Like the face of Janelle Monae

She's got the glee stopped

I'm in a pit of animals really making me bleed lots

Fatigue I wanna leave then my knee dropped

When I breathe not cause she needs guap

So extract me from this place full of hate that'll tax me

Pass the sack 'cause I'm trying to get to happy

Exactly people are feeding they call me nasty at me

[Marsha Ambrosius:]

Sometimes I just wanna fly away

Sometimes I just wanna leave the sky

[Tech N9ne:]

Listen

They don't love you no more

They discover your flow

But I'm feeling my fans trying to shudder don't slow

Leaving the clown now I'm nothing but a bozo to 'em

Give my all in my sessions

I never thought that I would fall in regression

The music business now we call it recession

We bawl and we stressing 'cause y'all is divesting

I feel it when I ought to be top of these

Where the hip hopper be and The Rock put me

At the forefront but galore won, nothing but the Pac could be hypocrisy

They forgot about the prophecy that I keep the lock and key

But they talking "He soft" and flee now they wanna coffin me

Y'all can be treacherous, I'm the best at this effortless

But with Tech it's been deficits

Wanna fly away like a Pegasus

I feel like the scare is near, they don't care that Tech share his tears

At this moment, at this point in time I'd rather be anywhere but here

[Marsha Ambrosius:]

I'd rather be anywhere anywhere

Anywhere but here

I'd rather be anywhere anywhere

Anywhere but here

Sometimes I just wanna fly away

Sometimes I just wanna leave the sky

I'd rather be anywhere anywhere

Anywhere but here

I'd rather be anywhere anywhere

Anywhere but here

Sometimes I just wanna fly away

Sometimes I just wanna leave the sky

[Tech N9ne:]

I'm sure to be

At this rate, a nigga that fades into obscurity

I can't take being treated like an amateur

This is impure to me

In closing, it's messed up when you know you one of the chosen

But you can't have a show when nobody rose and all the people go when everything's frozen

Dear god, make me a bird so I can fly

Far far, far away from here

Dear god, make me a bird so I can fly

Far far, far away from here

Til I'm Gone lyrics - Tech N9ne (feat. Kiddo A.I)

[Tech N9ne:]

I made a mistake

Now you can choose to stay and live with that mistake

Or you can beat me over the head with it over and over

Til I'm gone

[Kiddo A.I.:]

Beat it til it's broke and closed

Til I'm gone, til I'm gone

Decided just to fall in ruins

So I'm gone, so I'm gone

You know you're my highlight

Fell into the limelight

Break me, I'll be all right

Know that I'll be all right

You know you're my highlight

Fell into the limelight

Break me, I'll be all right

Know that I'll be all right

[Tech N9ne:]

If you're blinded by the limelight that shines bright

On this individual's residuals fond switch

Your mind might rip up the mess to design fights

To cry heif, destined to plummet in hindsight

If you feel you in my shadow and females'll get you rattled

With every tale they tattle, you raise hell in battle

Let us jail and hassle when the Queendom fails the castle

She unveils the shackles trying to bail is natural

You still here but complaints they stick

'Cause my life is too complicated and ain't basic

So the saint may split

Stay after that hiccup, you can't play vict

No you can't say sh...

[Kiddo A.I.:]

Beat it til it's broke and closed

Til I'm gone, til I'm gone

Decided just to fall in ruins

So I'm gone, so I'm gone

You know you're my highlight

Fell into the limelight

Break me, I'll be all right

Know that I'll be all right

You know you're my highlight

Fell into the limelight

Break me, I'll be all right

Know that I'll be all right

[Tech N9ne:]

You chose to ride on this carousel

Anything petty I para-sail over

You stay where there is hell

I'm drowning in Seroquel

Embarrassed this resembles marriage under a terror spell

Running free even though the cerebel isn't parallel

I do something you think is shady and you stay

Says you agree with us moving forward and we like okay

But a year later that means you can't take us back to that day

If so, better watch what you say 'cause it'll have us in disarray

Ay, so beat it til it's broke and closed

Break me down it won't be smooth like lotioned bows

Chosen souls meet the love potion flows

But when the oceans froze that's when we get ghost and rogue

Baby

[Kiddo A.I.:]

Beat it til it's broke and closed

Til I'm gone, til I'm gone

Decided just to fall in ruins

So I'm gone, so I'm gone

You know you're my highlight

Fell into the limelight

Break me, I'll be all right

Know that I'll be all right

You know you're my highlight

Fell into the limelight

Break me, I'll be all right

Know that I'll be all right

Break me, I'll be on my own

Back home, I'll be good

Break me, I'll be on my own

Back home, I'll be good

[Tech N9ne:]

Don't do it

Move forward

You keep nagging me over and over

Till I'm Gone

The Needle lyrics - Tech N9ne (feat. Krizz Kaliko)

[Tech N9ne:]

I once said in a cypher of famous friends back in 2011

"Who do I catch?"

Outside of technicians' tunneled Tech vision

At a point in time when dope is the new whack

So it's safe to say we're in Bonnie says Cheadle

On the outskirts of our army, we scare people

But it's not for evil, up with hawks and eagles

But I'm lost and feeble wondering if this restarts the needle

Look around, do you spot Tech

In front of seventy thousand at RockFest

By the way he won the crowd does he got next

To infect the mainstream or sell a lot less

God bless my core fans still around

We're here 'cause you held us down

Love the way that you love my sounds

But I'm still try'na break new ground

[Krizz Kaliko:]

Feels like I could blow out a fire with one breath

Look at the sky in the sunset

Sing you a song to change the mood

And move mountains with my hands

But just don't understand

Why this needle just won't move

[Tech N9ne:]

Yes doing this for, yes doing this for, yes doing this for profit

And my pocket's one dimension

I wanna reach so many hearts and souls is my intention

Since 2001 is when I started my ascension

But in 2015 I went up just to get honorable mention

Makes me wanna end it, I get so offended

When they speak of genre breaking but no N9ne is ended

Or friended I'm winded, my music's intrinsic

But it's kinda looking like the needle ain't moving even when I did a killer with Kendrick

Jimmy Kimmel was splendid, formally an attendant

But when we were done it's like not one of them were mended

Maybe it's my image and large amount of grimness

My pen spits on them scripts

Thinking I'm on a sin trip and then skit

Rock on the range we had 'em flocking for Strange

But it was a shocker when no rockers remained

When it came to the game where they claimed

Fame could get you big as the Beatles

Yeah we got it this far but I really wanna push that needle

[Krizz Kaliko:]

I could blow out a fire with one breath

Look at the sky in the sunset

Sing you a song to change the mood

And move mountains with my hands

But just don't understand

Why this needle just won't move

[Tech N9ne:]

Pardon me Lucas

I was blessed to do a song with Marshall Mathers

I was thinking when the emcees hear this they hearts will shatter

'Cause the art's so radder than babblers with partial chatter

But the garble swagger actors win it all, but this?

Not a chart no latter, dark so daggered

Why do nigga artists do this with me?

Man it make me feel so good when they all really do skip the fee

Slipknot, System Of A Down, Deftones, Doors got a few hits with T

But the one thing that makes me wanna say screw this and flee

Man I did it all this when music is free

[Krizz Kaliko:]

I could blow out a fire with one breath

Look at the sky in the sunset

Sing you a song to change the mood

And move mountains with my hands

But just don't understand

Why this needle just won't move

[Tech N9ne:]

Now they gonna say "poor N9ne, please you're fine

'Cause you made it to the Forbes List 'bout at least four times"

But since I wrote my first rhyme it's been war time

To get the masses to see this talent deserves more shine

So this year I sat at my very first Grammys

Me and my partner Travis watching my peers go hammy

I thought about all the awards these folks should hand me

Man I swear I'd disappear if it wasn't for fans and family

The Long Way lyrics - Tech N9ne (feat. Krizz Kaliko)

Tech Nina, lets get it

Mama told me get it and I did

Make a beautiful livin' for my kids

Man, I'm really in love with my gig

Wasn't always known I couldn't take the throne

Untill I raced for home and I slid

For my [?] where I lived

But the Yates was growin' in my biz

And I couldn't even afford Reebok's

It was Payless shoes and holy socks

Then I started to earn G-knots, screamin' F-T-I on TV spots

Livin' the lovely life we chose

Still I'm livin' it by street codes

Pain and poverty put these flows in Beast Mode

Here we go

The road to my success from here was not a block away

On the coast they told me I'ma part with Travis, not today

We just wanted what's hot to play

But they gave me no slot to slay

Even though I'm not Lecrae, every day Tecca Nina would drop to pray

On my knees in a cot

There was multiple beds in my spot

So let the champagne pop, everybody feelin' my gang, gang lots

Took a lot of hard work to get guap, when you comin' from a scarred turf, could be stopped

From the hurtful dirt to the top

Yeah we gonna celebrate today cause we got

Let the song play (We got it)

'Cause we done came a long way (We got it)

They know we get that grown pay (We got it)

Now they mess with me the long way (We got it)

The long way

Let the song play (We got it)

'Cause we done came a long way (We got it)

They know we get that grown pay (We got it)

Now they mess with me the long way (We got it)

The long way

[Krizz Kaliko:]

Too big and too ugly, would you ever love me?

Every city we visit, we get it, but people they look at us funny

I feel like I'm way too fat, but what I'm packin' is making them kitties get after 'em

They hearing me flippin' and rip the back up out the track, then they trackin' a pack of 'em

Applause, applause, now we sell it enough to get our house and our cars up

Gotta get them bars up to be part of the upper echelon and hit the stars up

And we did it

Me and Nina stay committed to our art, we always doin' our part

We get it

And we knew we gettin' the cheese or we siezin' our G's up, Jesus

Only breaking from making 'em rock

The pushin' manuever been making the block

Indusin', I'm cool when I'm oozin'

I'm cruisin' the planet, they think I'm faking a lot

I gotta get to the money, gotta get to the money, and they think I'm making a lot

I'm keepin' a millimeter pilly under the tummy for dummies, if they wanna plot

New money, I ain't trying to save, cause I just made it

Look at my royalty state, thank God for the ones who gave it

Lots of props for the ones who made it

Cause this road ain't paved

Sippin' till I'm elevated

We made it, so we gon'

Let the song play (We got it)

'Cause we done came a long way (We got it)

They know we get that grown pay (We got it)

Now they mess with me the long way (We got it)

The long way

Let the song play (We got it)

'Cause we done came a long way (We got it)

They know we get that grown pay (We got it)

Now they mess with me the long way (We got it)

The long way

Yeah, we started this Strange Music in Trav's basement

Now we gonna have our fifth Strange building because we had patience

And I got all these mass payments with a mad cadence

Kill it when I rip it up, I'm makin' 'em listen,

not pickin' me up, and I never have a cash craving

We appreciate this, so we create hits

See me lay this, inebriated

And we be faded, indeed we stay lit

From the oddest, to people listen, and look at me Godish

Not a time for Nina to be modest

People celebrate with me 'cause we got it

Let the song play (We got it)

'Cause we done came a long way (We got it)

They know we get that grown pay (We got it)

Now they mess with me the long way (We got it)

The long way

Let the song play (We got it)

'Cause we done came a long way (We got it)

They know we get that grown pay (We got it)

Now they mess with me the long way (We got it)

The long way

Fuh What? lyrics - Tech N9ne

Blah, blah, blah, bitch

Using bid'ness just to sit up on my dick

How I know is cause she asking for my Addie, Addie

When we at work, she hopin' that we both be chatty patties

Yeah?

Fuh what?

They want your number so they can call you

Fuh what?

Just to come over to cook for all you

Fuh what?

Thought she was thirsty and it was all true

Only business she want is hopin' you let her fall through

Fuh what?

They want your number so they can call you

Fuh what?

Just to come over to cook for all you

Fuh what?

Thought she was thirsty and it was all true

Only business she want is hopin' you let her fall through

Fuh what?

Givin' y'all the shout of the day

We celebrating, we no longer selling powder for pay

Though the ladies really wanna question without a delay

They beat around the bush instead of gettin' it out of the way

Come to my success, we yelling "Prost" (Prost!)

I can never blame the bitches wanting to get close

Cause this independent game, we make the most

That's why all the ladies asking me "Can we get ghost?"

(Ghost!)

Then these ladies wanna fuck down

But they want us all to hush now

Instead of saying she wants her guts pounded, she think of everything to cut 'round it

I'ma just tell you to cut to the chase

You want the D, and you up for the taste

Lie and run away, got lots of people

They rushing for our way like fucking seagulls

Wanna see you after hours, to cut

But instead of steppin', like a coward, you stuck

Wanna come and make me chowder? drink some Amaretto Sours?

Play that Absolute Power louder to fu-fu..

Fuh what?

They want your number so they can call you

Fuh what?

Just to come over to cook for all you

Fuh what?

Thought she was thirsty and it was all true

Only business she want is hopin' you let her fall through

Fuh what?

They want your number so they can call you

Fuh what?

Just to come over to cook for all you

Fuh what?

Thought she was thirsty and it was all true

Only business she want is hopin' you let her fall through

Fuh what?

I ain't with that phony shit

Stop acting like we got bid'ness when you wanted to only sit on thee dick

See me and passin' you, wanna see you wag your tail

Worse that can happen is me telling you "Take this bag of L's"

Hate you had to fail, cause really it was on groom-watch

Havin' visions of you when I was livin' up in the Boondocks

Bringin' children up in the building, try'na consume shots

Blood-sucking bitches be the reason I keep my room locked

So keep a square bid'ness

The thing you really want from Tech Nine ain't near bid'ness

They really quick to run up and offer you their digits

They got millionaire wishes

They want you to bare witness, to share kisses

Fuh what?

They want your number so they can call you

Fuh what?

Just to come over to cook for all you

Fuh what?

Thought she was thirsty and it was all true

Only business she want is hopin' you let her fall through

Fuh what?

They want your number so they can call you

Fuh what?

Just to come over to cook for all you

Fuh what?

Thought she was thirsty and it was all true

Only business she want is hopin' you let her fall through

Fuh what?

Ringin' my phone

Real late at night when my bitch is at home

I can't believe it, this got me heated

How you gon' hit me this late 'bout a song

Bitch, watch your lip quick

Let us be realistic

If you come in fraudulent, you'll never sit on this dick

She look at my Rollie

Barely even know me, wanna cook me some Bertolli

Question is: fuh what?

Answer is: to fuck!

[laughing]

Keep it real baby bubble

Burning bridges being a bitch

Watch out!

Tech N9ne!

And she's on call, fuh what?

They want your number so they can call you

Just to come over to cook for all you

Thought she was thirsty and it was all true

Only business she want is hopin' you let her fall through

Choosin lyrics - Tech N9ne (feat. Brandoshis)

[Tech N9ne:]

Had a shindig everybody in mi casa

When I was approached by a lady trying to blend me proper

When she asked if I really was the king of the choppers

Bitch, I'm Mufasa

[Brandoshis:]

Let me know if you rolling

Let me know if you down

Cause I see you choosing

You know I hold it down

Even though I came a long way from the blocks

Still wave my finger to the cops

I see you like what I got

So let me know if you rolling

Let me know if you down

I see you choosing

[Tech N9ne:]

Aye

With this bimbo, get this indo

Said she wanna give me hella vicious dingo

'Bout to make the music crescendo

So don't nobody hear me knock it out with the quickness Kimbo

So I had to get the bitches info

The choppers mental, lovely ladies suck it, stay silento

Resemble monkey wrench though

I don't need your credentials

We men though

Leave you in light and leave you in limbo

She chose

N9ne I'm impossible to figure and decode

She wanna really welcome me to the freak show

She fuck with the homies, Sav Siccness and Bleezo

She said that both of my homies they gave her the heave ho

But she never had me killin' it befo'

So I gave her the meat and it was more than Rodigo

She coming to every blur party we throw

(Tim Tebow)

Fakers be oozing illusions

They said they banging; but they moving and grooving

That's why the ladies want the dude with the fusion

Of indica oil and Keith who'd'n and coolin'

Stuffed and puffed like a Cuban

You trippin', she left with us

You get bruised and contusions

Used and abused and fooled

Cos' Tecca N9na, she choosin'

[Brandoshis:]

Let me know if you rolling

Let me know if you down

Cause I see you choosing

You know I hold it down

Even though I came a long way from the blocks

Still wave my finger to the cops

I see you like what I got

So let me know if you rolling

Let me know if you down

I see you choosing

[Tech N9ne:]

Aye

Choosin' me because I make her nod

Wanna eat my dick up like a braut'

Ya niggas hope that Tecca N9na rot

They never close enough to get a shot

Cause I be chilling way up at the top

But we never too comfortable and thinking it won't pop

You can bet that the heaters on my family stay cocked

And my governors ready for the petty who said he hot

'Cause I beat, beat, beat, beat, beat her

With the d and not D Jeter

Then I found out she a queef skeeter

When I mixed OJ with the Beef-eater

Your girlies punani it was a deep greeter

Coming at me you'll be a hit by the peace bleeder

I'm a beast I beat beep and she's cheater

She want me in her mouth, I would at least feed her

You know the rules of the game

Your bitch just chose me

We can handle this like we got some classic

Get into the gangster shit if you tripping low-key

Women is never nothing to steal

When you making hella bread and you go from here to Brazil

So you gotta know I'm the nigga that she wanna get to for big thrills for real

[Brandoshis:]

Let me know if you rolling

Let me know if you down

Cause I see you choosing

You know I hold it down

Even though I came a long way from the blocks

Still wave my finger to the cops

I see you like what I got

So let me know if you rolling

Let me know if you down

I see you choosing

Deleted lyrics - Tech N9ne

(performed by Mackenzie Nicole)

Yeah (yeah)

Yeah (yeah)

Yeah (yeah)

Yeah (yeah)

Say what you gotta say, yeah

Turn around and run the other way (other way), yeah

Read it, read it, yeah you said it

That's the price I gotta pay

So keep doin' what you're doin' if it feels right

Is that really what it takes to make you sleep at night? (Alright)

You didn't have to look me up

Now I'm looking down to try

You don't like what you see? (Deleted)

I don't know what you want me to be (Deleted)

And I came here to do me (Deleted)

And so if you don't agree

Deleted

I could just keep it inside, you could ignore what I said

No, I got nothing to hide, plus you don't know where I stand

It's not about you, it's about me

You Actin' Like you Know, so you can go

Tear me down, tear me down, tear me down

Let me down, let me down

Can you say it to my face?

Kinda hurts me, but it fades

I'm feeling kinda like "What'ev"

Keep on throwing shade

So keep doin' what you're doin' if it feels right

Is that really what it takes to make you sleep at night? (Alright)

See I love it, love it, love it

The city'll see, watch me rise above it

You don't like what you see? (Deleted)

I don't know what you want me to be (Deleted)

And I came here to do me (Deleted)

And so if you don't agree

Deleted

I could just keep it inside, you could ignore what I said

No, I got nothing to hide, plus you don't know where I stand

It's not about you, it's about me

You Actin' Like you Know, so you can go

Tear me down, tear me down, tear me down

Let me down, let me down easy

Tear me down, tear me down, tear me down

Let me down, let me down

You don't like what you see? (Deleted)

I don't know what you want me to be (Deleted)

And I came here to do me (Deleted)

And so if you don't agree

Deleted

I could just keep it inside, you could ignore what I said

No, I got nothing to hide, plus you don't know where I stand

It's not about you, it's about me

You Actin' Like you Know, so you can go

Gridlock lyrics - CES Cru

[Ubiquitous:]

You heard about it but, couldn't believe it

That they would kill a man, just for breathin'

And you were thinking fat chance there's a reason

Until you hear the BLAT BLAT then you see it

You heard about it but, couldn't believe it

That they would kill a man, just for breathin'

And you were thinking fat chance there's a reason

Until you hear the BLAT BLAT then you see it

Well okay now they thinking that the gunplay

Was just an isolated thing from the one place

I tell 'em hell naw keep a celly cell on

And follow Philando, Alton and Delrawn

Out in Dallas they were caught up in the onslaught

Had a couple cop ducking from the pop pop

Body drop it was looking like he on top

Then they killed that motherfucker with the bomb bot

Now we cooking up the beef and the grill hot

You ain't heard about the deal with the Chilcot

It's a jagged little pill and the pill caught

In your throat and you wonder when it will stop

Greenpeace on the beach for the whale watch

Innocent still sittin' in a cell block

Got you wishin' on a tail of the Hale-Bopp

Lookin' for the gold ticket in the mailbox

Got a broke down livin' in my locale

Killa city block business you ain't know about

Donald Trump on a ticket we don't know how

Everybody lined up hopin' that their vote count

Maybe for their kids sake, how do you dictate

The real winner when they runnin' in a fixed race

Either which way, whoever you pick payed off by the rich motherfuckers in a big way

Gridlock on the government of this day, and everybody in the senate on a sick day

Lawmakers all caught up in the red tape, I read about it and I'm feeling like a headcase

Now they sayin' that I might've made a mistake, and I probably shoulda put it on a mixtape

Instead I put it on my name is on a list tape

And if they kill me then my baby mama gets paid FUCK Y'ALL

We can pretend we don't see it like our lids, locked

Look the government is all caught up in grid, lock

Read about it and you wonder when will it, stop

Gotta get mine before I got caught up and get, got

Grid, lock

Look the government is all caught up in grid, lock

Read about it and you wonder when will it, stop

Gotta get mine before I get caught up and get, got

[Godemis:]

Everybody so uneducated on the problem, I don't think I'll live to see the day that people solve it

Killin' unarmed individuals in cold blood, now if that ain't murder what the fuck am I to call it?

They don't even give a shit and everybody saw it, why would they, when they running around lawless

Acting like a ghetto celebrity, when they floss it, worst kept secret everybody who lost it

What's the repercussion for puttin' bodies in coffins

When you got a family member running for office

Moving in the circle of real killers and bosses, who the one to lose and they never take any losses

Anybody be gone yes pardon me but your honor, I don't want to be conned, and I don't want to be conquered

I don't want to be caged, and I don't want to be master

I don't want to be instrumental in a disaster

Murdering them and after, gathering all the data

I can see what the media thinking don't really matter

People do what they gotta do to make a move up the ladder

Sticking whoever long as their pockets are getting fatter

Mama's are getting madder, daddy don't give a damn

If people are in the street dedicating the jam, I'm looking at mother nature hollering no ma'am

Killing the little piggy literally going ham

And the fat cats acting like they know best

Live a carefree life feeling no stress

Will they ever pay for it never know I guess

But they don't give a shit about a protest

I said the fat cats acting like they know best

Live a carefree life feeling no stress

Will they ever pay for it never know I guess

But they don't give a shit about a protest

We can pretend we don't see it like our lids, locked

Look the government is all caught up in grid, lock

Read about it and you wonder when will it, stop

Gotta get mine before I got caught up and get, got

Grid, lock

Look the government is all caught up in grid, lock

Read about it and you wonder when will it, stop

Gotta get mine before I get caught up and get, got

Grid, lock

Gotta get mine before I get caught up and- [Gunshots and screaming]