Going Bad lyrics - Tech N9ne (feat. Charmelle, LeCoya LeJuene)

Everything was suppose to be all Jesus
Everything was suppose to be all Jesus
But it seems like everything is all Satan
But it seems like everything is all Satan
Everything was suppose to be all Jesus
Everything was suppose to be all Jesus
But it seems like everything is all Satan
But it seems like everything is all Satan

[1st Verse]

In the new millennium
You can't play with nobody's mind
Man
Deliberately messing up a good thing
Or holding up a grind
And
You already knowing life's a big fight
Against time
Man
Crime minds
Really shine
Who's dying
Is the kind
Man
When some of us
Find that life ain't beautiful
We switch to
Pharmaceuticals
Your nine to five
Ain't suitable
For the cuticles
I'm going bad
Currently I keep ending up
With even less
Than I had
Record company
Is dealing me something sad
How do you expect
A man to sit
And wait with three kids
For you to
Figure out
What Tech's SINGLE is
Going bad
I feel like
I just might
Act a fool
When I see 'em
Gotta a nigga
Feeling petty
Looking forward
To perdeium
I got some issues
Most of these record execs
Are soft as tissues
Defecate on they self
When they here some
I'm gon get yous
Understand this
When a Rogue's at
You're trying to hold back
His dough sack
And try to bozack
And he go cock
The 4 4 back
You chose that
So cut these ties
And I'll rise
Let's compromise
Or else
I'll hop a plane
With my guys
QDIII said
It ain't all good
When you sign with a record label
Who ain't
Had a hot soundtrack
Ever since
Boyz N Da Hood

[Bridge]

I'm going bad
No luck
I'm going
Bad, bad, bad
So rough
I'm going
Bad, bad, bad
No church
I'm going
Bad, bad, bad
Disperse
I'm going
Bad
Feel me out now

[Hook-Charmelle]

This life I live
Ain't extra
No angels to
Stand next to
To live a life that's better
I'll sacrifice
Whatever
This life I live
Ain't extra
No angles to
Stand next to
To live a life that's better
I'll sacrifice
Whatever

[LeCoya LeJuene]

No one wants to see
An angel in this world
In these days
To them I am
The epitome of evil
A found soul
Looking to save the lost
To them I am death
And of not wanting
An evil man

[2nd Verse]

For living expenses
They gave me like
Thirty-five G's
Picture me in a hospital
Shot up
With thirty I V's
That's what I really needed
When I found out
This drama
Trauma
Instead of moving
I should've kept all that
And continued to stay
With my girls Momma
Gutter
Living
Got me tripping
I'm smoking bud daily
Gutter
Living
Got me tripping
I'm going blood crazy
Gutter
Living
Got me tripping
I'm struggling like a bad actor
Gutter
Living
Got me sounding like
The Madd Rapper
The bad influence
The bad apple
The bad seed
That's me
The bad people
The bad karma
The bad breed
Mushroom tripping
Brain's a mushroom cloud
Finding groupies
Tugging on my zipper
While I'm hanging on
To my vows
Demons surround me
In triple
Stage darkness
And taunt me
They know I'm the good guy
Going bad
So they want me
All my family remembers
Way back in the day
I was good
But they doubt now
Disperse
I'm going bad
Feel me out now

[Hook-Charmelle]

This life I live
Ain't extra
No angels to
Stand next to
To live a life that's better
I'll sacrifice
Whatever
This life I live
Ain't extra
No angels to
Stand next to
To live a life that's better
I'll sacrifice
Whatever

[LeCoya LeJuene]
To say going bad
To most
Ha
Never been good
Just getting worst
Thoughts to destroy
And to tear things apart
Thoughts to praise
Adore
And to love
The trick is
What voice is telling you what

[3rd Verse]

Mind state of a pirate
I'm irate
Used to be cool
Till some straight fool
Lit the pilot
Will I be that
Mid-town bound
In the middle of a riot
Or at a wherehouse
Shipping platinum
Shaking hands with
Violet
No love for the bane
False foes in the game
The Qwest wreck was a shame
Twas a journey full of pain
But Tech N9NE will remain
Hella brave
And untame
So make way
For the reign
I'm bringing Highland and Wayne
No thanks to Qwest
They on the receiving end
Of the gun
I cursed you
Everytime I climb
You're getting fired
One by one
But taking one with me
Cause she knows the true meaning
Of a modern day hippie
Who creates jewels off mushrooms
And bombs sticky
HOG STYLIN'
Mid West Side
And Newday
And King Tech & Sway
These are the people keeping me alive
To this day much love
QD said
You can't make rell
With a label who let
Tipper Gore talk shit
And made 'em take Ice T's cop killer
Off the shelves

[Bridge]

I'm going bad
No luck
I'm going
Bad
So rough
I'm going
Bad
No church
I'm going
Bad
Disperse
I'm going
Bad
Feel me out now

[Hook-Charmelle]

This life I live
Ain't extra
No angels to
Stand next to
To live a life that's better
I'll sacrifice
Whatever
This life I live
Ain't extra
No angels to
Stand next to
To live a life that's better
I'll sacrifice
Whatever

[LeCoya LeJuene]
Right now I can't distinguish
Which voice I'm listening to
Am I evil
Or just another lost soul
Going bad
Or just been bad
And getting worst

"The Worst" (2000)

Stamina lyrics - Tech N9ne

(click, click)
Stamina
I'll be damn if I'll ever be
Took away by the demons I'll never be
What's the waether when I bust a rythm I come with the heater
Cleverly
Nigga nothin' will never be
So killa
Flowzilla
Gorilla
If flow was a felony
I'de be in a line hella doing time
For the
(click, click)
Techn9ne

Trauma lyrics - Tech N9ne (feat. Hannible Bear Lector and Rock Money)

[Verse 1]
Welcome to the land of misery
Where my delivery strikes with madness
Hearts explode from a touch of the 44 blastin (Party)
By the killas from the Midwest
You can scream all you want but there's no help
As I see your destiny into the hands of me
Black talons rippin through yo body
The sight of a blood scene
Murder is what I fiend
For I saw the darkest hour
The clock ticks well
You feel the wrath of my power

What you gon do when all these niggas collide?
I got so many mentalities
I'll show you outside (Deadly)
Clever kill is my fourtay
Cuttin off victim's nipples
My murder is foreplay
Can't even fuck with mine
I'mma crazier than Dahmer Charlie Manson combined (One of a kind)
Diabolic
Shimbolic
Face the infernal
Evil demon
And I can make you eternal

[Chorus]
Trauma
Brain I'mma
Inflictin pain on a
Liqour with homa
Side'll shit me whole persona
Nervous
Lyrics at yo, service
You heard us
Murderous
Demons they comma
Which choosin like the chrome llama
Trauma
Brain I'mma
Inflictin pain on a
Liqour with homa
Side'll shit me whole persona
Nervous
Lyrics at yo, service
You heard us
Murderous
Demons they comma
Which choosin like the chrome llama
BLAH!!

[Verse 2]
An introduction to my murderous plot
I got so many wicked ways
And they start on yo block
One
Label you my bitch
Two
I let you know
Three
Execution
Drag you out yo do'
Nobody to witness
I call it have it
You call it a verbal sickness
Damagin with a quickness
Describe the feelin while I rip you apart
I get evil when the day but even worse after dark
(Murda)

(Murda)
Killin
It just don't stop (Homocidal)
The 12 gauge left you up and down
But another victim called the D-E-A-D
Listen to that underground massacre terror
Seize the streets
Feel my heat (WHOOO!)
The N9ne amira
Killa
Got me goin
Like Donald Owens
The cannabis
Got me deep like the abyss
So I sit back relax
Warm it up like cris
A bruised the fist
The fury
When step into me
I 8-1-6 that mothafuckin ass in Missouri
Or should I say the land of misery
Where life's fucked up
Disguise like yo shadow when I buck ya (BLAH! BLAH!)

[Chorus]
Trauma
Brain I'mma
Inflictin pain on a
Liqour with homa
Side'll shit me whole persona
Nervous
Lyrics at yo, service
You heard us
Murderous
Demons they comma
Which choosin like the chrome llama
Trauma
Brain I'mma
Inflictin pain on a
Liqour with homa
Side'll shit me whole persona
Nervous
Lyrics at yo, service
You heard us
Murderous
Demons they comma
Which choosin like the chrome llama
BLAH!!

[Verse 3]
Ammit, ammit!
Trauma, trauma!
You's a gonna gonna
Tecca Nina like vaginas
I bring trauma
Make niggas swing on a
Ding-a-ling gonna flunda
Irritable
Formitable
Right now hit em in the middle of Rogue Dawg straight showed y'all
When I'll be game
Anyone wanna know what's the deal?
The simple fact is that
I'll flip ya
Flip ya for real
I'm a jeah
But when I get rhymer block
I need some ginacock
Right after that fact I'm like a bull in a China shop
Six pluses believe it I'll be the bomb one day
If my shit was droppin in a week today is bomb Sunday
One week to get to necrosis
Get to focus on music like
Mr. Holland's Opus
Notice
Still kickin hocus pocus
Witch craft
Whiplash
Kick ass
Rhyme flows
Sign up the timed shows
So I'm not behind hoes
Devine souls
Plottin to kill all the demons
In the killa many killins plenty seperable pillins
These rappers now (I'll swallow yo soul, I'll swallow yo soul)
This underground (I gotta explode, gotta be cold)
Nina's bold
They couldn't kill me if they sent Dahmer (Why?)
Demons they comma when tha shoots in the chrome llamma

[Chorus]
Trauma
Brain I'mma
Inflictin pain on a
Liqour with homa
Side'll shit me whole persona
Nervous
Lyrics at yo, service
You heard us
Murderous
Demons they comma
Which choosin like the chrome llama
Trauma
Brain I'mma
Inflictin pain on a
Liqour with homa
Side'll shit me whole persona
Nervous
Lyrics at yo, service
You heard us
Murderous
Demons they comma
Which choosin like the chrome llama
BLAH!!

Planet Rock 2K (Original Version) lyrics - Tech N9ne

[Intro:]
You know what I'm sizzlin
It's time to get this party started right baby
Aw....my name.. they call me Tech N9ne
And I ah need a carabu lu
Uh that's 151 malibu rum and pineapple juice
You know what I'm sizzlin
Ha! Uh you down't know what dat is
Can't get the party started without that
Let's do it

[1st Verse]
You want me to jam
I'm finna
Enter brain waves
Pain from insane days
Make you sick
Like bad mayonnaise
TECH N9NE
Got the remedy
Rhyme infinity
Criminally
Finna be some shit
I'll crack you open
Like the youngest male Kennedy.
Got the whole planet
Rocking off the low blows
Damn it
I show flows
And poke hoes
That's suppose to be yours
Seeing my haters
In the dark alley
Tormented by mine
Dodging the TECH N9NE
Now here's the message
Liberate me
Chocolata tay
Imma rock
Not play
Do the fuck what I say
Throw your souls in the air
Like this
Flash your bar codes
While I stick 'em
With another hit
Up out of abyss
The TECH N9NE N9na
Out to find vaginas
Just a player
Clubbing it
Rubbing it
Loving that
Creamer streamer
Might seem a little extreme
My thing
When I flips
I gots to make sure that it's hot
Make the whole planet rock
Like this

[Chorus]
Make that ass hop
Don't stop
Down south biancs
Make the planet rock
MidWest
Too much ass in one room
Rat tata tata tata
Tata tata boom
Make that ass hop
Make that ass hop
All the ladies in the party
Make the planet rock
See that ass hop
Watch that ass hop
All the fellas like to see you
Make the planet rock

[2nd Verse]
Call it what you want it
Ghetto futuristical
Get up on it
There's a bianc up in my sector
Can I bone it
Cause all we want to do
Is get drunk
Get blowed
Spit shit
Spark blunts
And fuck hoes
We're quick to beat a buster down bad
MidWest Side put me in the soundlab
Now I'm ton niviganmad
I flipped it backwards
For you flow snatchers
Blast y'all
In the ass
N9na playing fast ball
Crash all
Glass jaws
Mad y'all
Cause last call
I was in the back
Of the club
Banging the hell
Outta this bad broad
On my planet
We take no haters for granted
They crisscross
Ten seconds till lift off
Be soaked in pistol grip sauce
Ripped off
The techniques complete heat
Retreat six feet
Under six feet
Unique speaks
Freaks tweak
Never let the beast seep
Can it
While the trooper
Techa N9na
Rock the planet

[Chorus]
Make that ass hop
Don't stop
Down south biancs
Make the planet rock
MidWest
Too much ass in one room
Rat tata tata tata
Tata tata boom
Make that ass hop
Make that ass hop
All the ladies in the party
Make the planet rock
See that ass hop
Watch that ass hop
All the fellas like to see you
Make the planet rock

[3rd Verse]
I got the type of flow
To make 'em make
Scream 3
Six rappers being hunted
By a killer
M C
I never kill the Bianca's
With the 36D
I party
With the bitches
On my planet
Looking crispy
Swiftly
Making rappers do
Three sixties
Never knew
Three sixes
Other niggas
Trying to dis me
Be under
These prefixes
Non ill
Malfunctional
N9NE rambunctional
Never let up
On a heated mic
Till I'm comfortable
Rogue style
Fifty-seven
Fifty-six street gang
Grips we gain
Anybody wanna trips
We bang
Hit us with a what
Lyrical head splitter
Making hella hoes
Get a nut
Make 'em put the rolls
In their butt
Let a hoe be a slut
Negro never give a fuck
Why the attitude
N9na ross
You got the sauce
Nigga I'm mad cause the Chiefs lost
I'm pissed off
In Kansas City
I'm straight from the abyss
TECH N9NE
I got the whole planet rocking with me
Whole planet
Rocking like this

[Chorus X2]

Make that ass hop
Don't stop
Down south biancs
Make the planet rock
MidWest
Too much ass in one room
Rat tata tata tata
Tata tata boom
Make that ass hop
Make that ass hop
All the ladies in the party
Make the planet rock
See that ass hop
Watch that ass hop
All the fellas like to see you
Make the planet rock

I can tell that you can tell that I'm twisted
by the bulge in my pants so let's do it baby like this uh

Kansas City make da Planet Rock (Ugh)
St. Louis make da Planet Rock (Ugh)
Missouri make da Planet Rock (Ugh)
Chicago make da Planet Rock (Ugh)
Lawrence, Kansas make da Planet Rock (Ugh)
Topeka make da Planet Rock (Ugh)
KCK make da Planet Rock (Ugh)
Witchita make da Planet Rock (Ugh)
Minnasota make da Planet Rock (Ugh)
Cleveland make da Planet Rock (say wha)
Nebraska make da Planet Rock (ugh)
Oklahoma make da Planet Rock (ugh)
Detroit make da Planet Rock (ugh)
Mississippi make da Planet Rock (ugh)
Memphis make da Planet Rock (Bitch)
Indiana make da Planet Rock (ugh)
Dakota make da Planet Rock (ugh)
Carolina make da Planet Rock (ugh)
Virginia make da Planet Rock (ugh)
D.C make da Planet Rock (ugh)
Baton Rouge make da Planet Rock (ugh)
New Orleans make da Planet Rock (ugh)
Arkansas make da Planet Rock (ugh)
Alabama make da Planet Rock (ugh)
Atlanta make da Planet Rock (say wha)
Houston make da Planet Rock (say wha)
Dallas make da Planet Rock (say wha)
Fort Worth make da Planet Rock (say wha)
Miami make da Planet Rock (say wha)
New Jersey make da Planet Rock (say wha)
Philly make da Planet Rock (say wha)
New York make da Planet Rock (say wha)
Las Vegas make da Planet Rock (say wha)
Arizona make da Planet Rock (BEATCH!)
Seattle make da Planet Rock (say wha)
California make da Planet Rock (say wha)
L.A make da Planet Rock (say wha)
Englewood make da Planet Rock (say wha)
Compton make da Planet Rock (say wha)
Long Beach make da Planet Rock (BITCH!)
Sacramento make da Planet Rock (ugh)
Oaktown make da Planet Rock (BITCH)
San Dieago make da Planet Rock (HOE)
San Fransisco make da Planet Rock (say wha)
Mid-West make da Planet Rock (say wha)
Down SOuth make da Planet Rock (say wha)
East Coast make da Planet Rock (say wha)
West Coast make da Planet Rock (say wha)
I say ya mama make the planet Rock
I say ya daddy make the planet rock
I say ya mama sucked a dick cock

[Outro:]
And we done
Cut dat shit out!
Motherfucker
Pola Bear in da house
Pola Bear track masta 98 style
Motherfuckin Midwest side to da fullest
Teck N9Ne, Don Juan
Nigga
We in the Bear tracks
Punck ass bitch

Thugged Out lyrics - Tech N9ne (feat. Gonzoe, Phats Bossi, Poppa L.Q. and Yukmouth)

Regime Life nigga!!
What!
Speak on it!
Tech 9!(Tech 9!)
Uh.
Phats Boss (Phats Boss)
Gonzoe (Gonzoe)
L.Q. nigga (L.Q.)!

[Chorus (Phats Bossi)]
Throw up yo hands if you Thugged Out!
First nigga act up, first nigga gettin drugged out!
Throw up yo hands if you Thugged Out!
First nigga act up, first nigga gettin drugged out!

[Verse 1 (Yukmouth)]
Balla position
Regime niggas fuck all'a ya women draped up in linen
I spit this fly shit since I was 5 years old
on some 'ol Osh Kosh Bi'Gosh shit
toss ya bitch, keep it top secret, lock it
Smoke-A-Lot click, walkin around wit ounces in they pockets
bitches jock it
we ridin Benz's, ya'll still drivin 50 rockets
nigga don't knock it
but you need to stop it
top notch shit
I used to cop bricks
rock it up an chop like La-Bobbitt
pushin the 5 whip through the projects til the led 9 spits
nigga you rhyme sick, but you could never fuck around wit my shit
my click my crew nigga
that hard time shit
criminal minded, posted on the grind shit
that cone silencer for one time shit
turnin, pounds into ashes
drinkin Cristal from the bottle
fuck ya glasses
smokin Black-N-Milds to the plastic
the last trial was kinda drastic
limo driver got his ass kicked, tryin to sue us
BUT YOU LOST YOU FUCKIN BASTARD!
I'm A-1 Yola juss like the package
delivered in triple wrappin
niggas get blasted an put in a casket
ashes to ashes an dust to dust, when they fuck wit Yuk
plus I got my own record label
SO WHAT THE FUCK IS UP!

[Verse 2 (Phats Bossi)]
When things is usual we pop Christy
an stack them Bentley's
ya pockets empty pretending to be me
they name me Bossi
my whole click rich like we the Cosby's
slippin's costly
it's cut-throat so fuck a softie
in head to head combat
you scared to bust back
an trust that
call the Regime we known to pull gats in black hats
hop out the company truck
give a fuck, fill my cup an celebrate wit Yuk
now that we grown ups
rock alligators an bumpin slow cuts
juss like the Sho Nuff, we can't be touched
I was raised ruff
gang banged an hand cuffed
fightin [?] always showin my guts, flexin my nuts
hand me my 'Uervo
flip work like we was Trader Joe's from Cisco
optimo, now it's X-O
fightin my [?] for death
pray it's my brother that's kept
when you owe, pay ya debt an we can make it some [?]

[Verse 3 (Gonzoe)]
We got it bundled up
gimme my scratch
it's juss my turn an I'ma take mine
trap
nigga don't get attached
tryin to soak up, listenin
tryin to locate my donuts an hit 'em
while we juss got on fuckin up my buisness
never finished
til we give up the plate
extra innings
swing for the fence
you think too little
your world dance wit mud puddles
my shit Evian, I love trouble
start wisperin wit ya hands wide open, watchin you huddle
big every down
everybody got guns, let 'em ring
you fuckin wit me, let's all go out wit a bang
in this last day, this last hour
kool-aid chest cowards wit they life in my hands set off the power
lights out
[?] the whole house
wit a gallon of gas to douse
light a flame an flush 'em out
every slug count
miss an get your stripes took
nigga this is real life wit real names written in the black books!

[Chorus]

Throw up yo hands if you Thugged Out!
First nigga act up, first nigga gettin drugged out!
Throw up yo hands if you Thugged Out!
First nigga act up, first nigga gettin drugged out!
I can be a villian if ya.... let me! (Thugged Out!!)
First nigga act up, first nigga gettin drugged out!
I can be a villian if ya.... let me! (Thugged Out!!)
First nigga act up, first nigga gettin drugged out!

[Verse 4 (Poppa L.Q.)]
(Check it)
Ever since I was a youngsta been wit this slick shit
tryin to touch a quick one, number one [?]
turn an 18 to a full 36 ain't jokin thats how we did it
we was natural born chemists
ballin wit this, Benjamin big heads in my fist
got ya life in my pocket an more than that on my wrist
I got my degree in the concreate of S.C.
comprised wit gettin paper, an started investin in me
utilized my hustle skills beyond my record deal
and time will reveal whose really holdin the skrill
playboy ya lackin, aint touchin my tax brackets
you fuckin wit some thugs, wit some multi-million dollar [?]
an if it's on an crackin then my reaction is clappin
is you gon' make it happen or is ya high cappin?
Ya betta get to trackin playboy if you ain't packin
Smoke-A-Lot, Regime is distributin max [?]
spent years over the stove in a mini-factory lab
where illegal pharmaceudicals were sold
I was probably 10 years old when I learned to disassemble
then reassemble a semi-auto matic pistol blind fold!

[Verse 5 (Tech N9ne)]
(1-5-1)
They call me Regime, cuz I'm way clean in stay Beam
never live in no day dream, bitch niggas wear Maybelline
throwin up peace cuz you know that I got you
[?] but I cop too
Killa!
Rogue Dog! Rogue Dog!
57 venomous!
When I bust this shit got a gang of criminals feelin us
I'm from Waymeyer the same kinda pain caine grinda
wit a scripta
stickin out like a skin head at a ?bahrmistfa?
fuck wit N9ne get snuffed out
Phats Bossi, Maxx, Poppa L.Q., Gonzoe
an my nigga Yukmouth, Thugged Out!
Any nigga wit the bombay
never con-ways displayed
so-right, so-tight
New York niggas say be John Blazed
I been to the ringa
scrapped 'em like I was a guest on Jerry Springer
wit desert eagle, tech meezle
a [?] a nigga, a drop a [?]
I die a lil nigga
leave 'em wit a 30 round drummer
slit ya throat then we skip out, "I Know What You Did Last Summer"
aint nobody fuckin wit Regime niggas
bust gats at ya cats makin extreme figures
get ready for the Rogue Dogs, told ya'll we seperatin yo jaw
fuckin yo hoes dog
lickin toes, balls
makin mutha fuckin clothes fall
OH! You mutha fuckas dont know!
At the show you trippin, gotta go get the steel toe
to the brain nigga
REGIME KILLAS keep the function poppin
you really wanna know what time we leave, shit.... [?]
YES!!
REGIME KILLAS.... NIGGA!!!

Walk These Shoes lyrics - Tech N9ne

What!
This is dedicated to the young gang niggas on 56th and
Highland
Nigga
Get yo money fool, yeah
Don't ever let them niggas tell you that they better
Than you money
It's all delicious, like this

Till you walk these shoes
You couldn't understand my views
While you on your Caribbean cruise
I'm payin my dues
On the corner tryin to hit licks for slips
Trouble making them flips
So I'm bout to smoke a dipped
Now I'm ripped

How could you make a hypothesis on me and my partnas
With your college degree trying to psycho-analyze me
You can't see what I see
You can't be what I be
When I'm deep in this pit of violence
Without parental guidance, nigga

Spot, translation cops watching me every day when I'm
Just holding down my block
Fuck a addha
My brother, My fathers' in jail
Momma fell
So I'm bout to make a sell
What the hell
Gotta get that rel
Then I bail
I smell like sherman
You can tell
The chemicaly it got me wanted to use my genitaly
Up on this bitch, that bitch
The kind that don't want to bust a gang
Ain't got no love, so I'm a Just hit it and hope she
Don't give me what his name

Packs
Need one in case of emergencies
Urgencies
Bills I'm trying to hug
Still you trying to judge
Yelling out the federal prison
Boozy nigga you can cruise
Till you walk these shoes, I'm Living

[Chorus: x4]
In the ghetto, packs me metal
Pump this leado, take dinero

Your on the outside looking in my friend
I mean my foe
Come close and I'll be forced to let you know (what)
I'm living the life of a hustla
Cause the schools done cut my visits down to zero just
For beating down a busta (it's a musta)

Keep lookin at me like I'm a steal your wittenhour
And all you think I do is eat shit and shower
I'm a survivor
Present day McGyver
Two sider
You depriver
When you look at me you think I'm a conniver
Whasappening

Breakin you and your boy in a game of tennis
I'm a menace
You one of them people step into our sneakers a
Minute (nigga)
You hopped out the boots
Yelling when you see it's hard finding work
Being a class A felon
Drug selling
Scrapping niggas from every side
Fighting family drunk and high
Ain't no punk in I

Domistic so I'm off to the penile again
So momma tell me how am I to reconcile again
Tell you walk these
Catch me in the smokers LeSabre
Running spock off on the block
Can't understand my behavior
I'm coocoo for cocoa
Selling but driven
So muther fucker you can cruise
Till you walk these shoes, I'm living

[Chorus: x4]
In the ghetto, packs me metal
Pump this leado, take dinero

Till you walk these
Only speak about what you know
Till you walk these
Our record use these views to the floor
Till you walk these
Pick a punk to verbally abuse
If you walk these
You couldn't walk a block in my shoes
Till you walk these
Don't preach to every nigga you choose
Till you walk these shoes
You couldn't understand my views
Wouldn't kiss me on your shoes if they were given
Motherfucker
You can cruise till you walk these shoes, I'm living

[Chorus: x4]
In the ghetto, packs me metal
Pump this leado, take dinero

Niggas lyrics - Tech N9ne

[Intro]
Black folks forgive us
But its merely a word
And there's a a lot worse things out there then words
The bombing in Oklahoma
The kids in Colorado
So forgive us when we say sh*t like

[Hook]
N I double G A S
Some of us gotta sell [?]
Getting hellah rellah doing they best
Playa haters better ware they vest (yo)

[Verse - Tech N9ne]
I'm gonna hit a bitch from the back nigga
Quick ta get stacks
Spittin' facts from the track
Black maniac
Opposite of whack nigga
At the night club fullah yack nigga
Lyrically strapped wit' a gat nigga
Stand back nigga
I'm bout ta introduce a hoe nigga to a gat nigga
Track neo
Bout ta be yo
2k hero
We fo' below zero were we go
Come wit' the hard hits
Run where the sparks lit
You niggas that start sh*t
End up in a dark pit
We Rashin
In vills
We kill
We steal
And gold grills
Exodus
Insanus nocturnus
What kinda nigga is you (I don't know)
[?]
We went from peanut butter in Benton
To Tech N9ne really spittin'
Went from the Jackson Five
To George Clinton
To Bill Clinton
Ya he's a nigga like us
A nigga that smokes weed
And loves bitches who loves to suck
I'ma a nigga that bust
I'ma nigga that cuss when I fuss
I'ma nigga that know on this globe five hundred throw isn't enough
I'ma nigga don't like other niggas that try to keep on a plantation
With the Caucasian
Beware its the nigga invasion

[Chorus]
Nigga!
Do what they can to gain green
Nigga!
Setting the trends for main stream
Nigga!
Gang bang
Nigga!
Dope slang
Nigga!
Still
Nigga!
Ill
Nigga!
Will
Nigga!
Kill

[Hook 2x]
N I double G A S
Some of us gotta sell [?]
Getting hellah rellah doing they best
Playa haters better ware they vest (yo)

[Verse 2 - Tech N9ne]
Beware of us niggas
Better to be scared of us niggas
We wiping away niggas who so much as glare at us niggas
I run from the law with my niggas
Down with the fall with my niggas
How many of the niggas from the inner city are down to brawl with my niggas
I hang with gang bang niggas
Got the niggas

You the niggas
I got the niggas
Like Big Dog, Mac Mac, Will and foster nigga
I run with killah niggas
Then I hang with these nigga
Who produce thriller nigga
You know the nigga That the did the wiz color purple Q-Jay top thrillah nigga
I'ma live nigga
I'ma die nigga
I'ma fly or I'ma gonna fry my nigga
If I do, if I do ya'll go to the record store and buy nigga
6, 6, triple 8, 46, 99, 3 niggas
We niggas
Getting fucked up with R to the mother fuckin D to the v niggas
Want me to call you brother but yousa a nigga like me
The ununited states gives a fuck about your Bachelors Degree
So black people if we embarrassed ya
Sorry but our character is
Newly and grimed and suicidal of America nigga

[Chorus]
Nigga!
Do what they can to gain green
Nigga!
Setting the trends for main stream
Nigga!
Gang bang
Nigga!
Dope slang
Nigga!
Still
Nigga!
Ill
Nigga!
Will
Nigga!
Kill

[Hook 2x]
N I double G A S
Some of us gotta sell [?]
Getting hellah rellah doing they best
Playa haters better ware they vest (yo)

[Outro - Tech N9ne]
That's right
This is for my nigga Rodney
This is for the whole mother fucking game related staff nigga
Putting it down
Midwest side
Nigga ride nigga
Tech N9ne
This is how we do it
Mother fucker told me it was the rider tour
Treat it like its mandatory
You know what I'm sizzling
Don Juan
Takes us up out this bit*h

[Don Juan]
Now look here
I done told ya'll mother fuckers
We gone do it again
And we gone do it twice
And we gone rock this sh*t
For the mother fucking 2k
So I want cha'll to go get that mother f**kin new album
The Calm Before The Storm
On Midwest side records
Techa Nina
Don Juan
Everybody

[Tech N9ne]
Hay
This goes to
Black
White
Hispanic
You know what I'm sayin'
Everybody
You know what I'm sizzling
When ya'll stop shooting
And killin
Each mother fuckin other
I'll stop saying nigga
But until then
Nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga please
I treat it like a fucking disease

One Night Stand lyrics - Tech N9ne

[Oobie:]
I'm see'n me on top of you
Doing things that lovers do
But I don't belong to you
Whats a girl suppose to do
Only need one night with you
To make all our dreams come true
You could never be my man,
You can be my one night stand

[Oobie/Chorus]
Boy I know you got a girl
And you know I've got a man
So lets both respect the game
And have a one night stand
Everybody wanna know
But they wouldn't understand
So lets keep it on the low
And have a one night stand

Well it's about a quarter to three and,
No ones lookin',
Its just you and me
You know I'm down for whatever
And I aim to please
But its only for this one night

Boy I hope you come well prepared
Cause I want you to know that
I ain't ever scared
You just make the RSVP
And I'll be there
But its only for this one night

[Chorus]
Boy I know you got a girl
And you know I've got a man
So lets both respect the game
And have a one night stand
Everybody wanna know
But they wouldn't understand
So lets keep it on the low
And have a one night stand

[Lil Jon:]
Shawty,let me know whats up wit it (wit it)
Won't you let a real thug hit it (hit it)
Stop playin' with these lames
Ain't got no shame
The liquor is to blame (you know it)
I just go to tell you this (whats up)
Those lips I wanna kiss (yea yea)
That ass I gotta grab (grab)
Yo' shit I gotta stab (stab)
I got my baby mama, (mama)
You got your baby daddy (daddy)
We got all night
Look lil mama, get it right
Yo' shit is good and tight (tight)
I aint bout them games shawty (no)

You know my name shawty (yea)
Just use yo' brains,
If you know what I'm sayin'
Its a one night stand shawty

[Chorus:]
Boy I know you got a girl
And you know I've got a man
So lets both respect the game
And have a one night stand
Everybody wanna know
But they wouldn't understand
So lets keep it on the low
And have a one night stand

[Oobie/2x:]
If you know how to keep a secret,
You can get it fo' sure
Just make sure you get enough
Cause you can't get it no more

[Big Sam:]
Come and ride out wit cha boy Big Sam then filled with almond joy
Like I told you,
I'm something just like a freak (like a freak)
So keep the games fo the mentally weak (mentally weak)
Damn you look so pretty (so pretty)
With yo' big ol' ass
And yo tig ol' bittys
Red bone, fine self, 5'9 (5'9)
For one night, I gotta make you mine (make you mine)
Yea I know you gotta a man shawty (shawty)
And you know I got a wife shawty (shawty)
So lets strap it up,
I hope the pussys tight
We got one night shawty

[Oobie:]
I'm not tryin' to be your girlfriend
Just want a one night stand
And you can't never be my boyfriend
Just want a one night stand

[Chorus:]
Boy I know you got a girl
And you know I've got a man
So lets both respect the game
And have a one night stand
Everybody wanna know
But they wouldn't understand
So lets keep it on the low
And have a one night stand
[2x]
If you'll be my man,only for one night
And I'll be your girl,
Only for one night

Get Blowed lyrics - Tech N9ne

[Conversation]

[Verse 1]
The definition of blowed
Is indo by the load
Chronic munchies got me on the comode
When I unload lets role
Cloudy outie
Like I'm Maui
Wowwy Zowwy
Sparkers on me homie
This weed is like nocatomi on me
If you want it you can have it be that
Hundred sacks and nut sacks
Plus phat splats from flesh gats
Only hay waistin
We both high
This is game so let me tap into your horny playstation
I'm Techa so I wrecka of course
Happy like I won the super trivecta divorce
Fuck whenever cause I'm HELLA HELLA
Lifted I'm HELLA HELLA
Chronic hella sonic
It's like I take a hit of hydro ponic ironic
Not Atlantis but I'm here to remind you
That I'm on canibus ALCOVE
Without a turn of ALTO GROUCHO
Unless I get some biancas to let me give 'em something
To open they MOUTH FOR
BOUNCE YO, fat ass to the rhymes I flow
My beats pound for blocks
From Grand View to Granot
Lets get wicked like mixin liquor like dark rum and gin
Faded fuckin on the only pile of twiny twin twin

[Chorus 2x]
Lets get drunk, get blowed
Spit shit, spark blunts and fuck hoes
Y'all lets get drunk get blowed
Nigga role to spot wit plots to fuck hoes

[Verse 2]
Lets role to a spot
Where cops don't flock
We can all get out sex and smoke pot
Talk of bendin the reefa
You can leave it wit beaver
Cause I'd rather be fuckin smokin Hawiian setiva
Comprende?
Even numbers in L.A hellacious
Bags ya bud when you go grecious gracias senior
This is bomb C4 me gone
If the bud is fire say "Yes Simon"
On that one-fifty-one rum liquor
And plus that lime green sticky shit B's a kicker
It makes me wanna ROLE BUD, ROLE BUD
And fuck a bitch wit NO RUB, NO RUB
Siked ya
When it sikes ya hype ya pipe to lighter
Might ignite a snipe to swipe a viper
Only when you dippin is wet
But the only wet I'm dippin in is vagina if it don't smell like salmon
Crockets I'm in the zone passed gone
Be actress if ya comin bring ya silly ass on
Lash on
Leave Mitch behind
He's pissed at mine
Cause I'm nice
Plus I am cold as ice

[Chorus 2x]

[Verse 3]
You hoes tokin buts
Cho's chokin nut
So go soke in ya pity you mo smokin slut
Greed another devious seed
Nigga role nigga don't you know
I stick many on cause pussy stampede
It's who dis
Packin poison mistic dick
For you no good freaky a trick bitch to get wit
Got peak, and the dick, no the bitch don't really wanna give me none
That's cool, punk bitch
That's why you minimum wage and bitch stuck at Cinabun
Who this twisted "click" in you face in your face muthafucka
Youz a sucka if you touch us we brothers
We straight ruckus wit Nina
Nigga we bout to get blowed
And role to a spot wit plots to fuck hoes

[Chorus 2x]

[ad lib until the end...]

I Didn't Lie lyrics - Tech N9ne (feat. Lamani)

Baby listen, I don't want to have to call you a bitch
But you can bet Ima do it if you act a witch
Every time you see another woman, pitiful bitch
Better change before I get into some gangsta shit
Checkin my clothes for N-O's
You think I'm all up in dem hoes
Who love to be givin me demos
All up in my grill
You makin a villian say goddamn!
Baby what kinda nigga you think I am?
In the middle of a conflict with your nonsense
Where the calm went?
I read you like a book
And quite frankly bitch I don't like your content
Who gives a damn about a he say, she say Saint Jones replay
If it ain't she say then its he say and he game
9 millimeter heat day
Every time I gotta come home to this
Why you wanna do this?
Never woulda hit it if I knew this
Never gave it to a celeberty
Better be down with a nigga wit a early 70's mindframe
You all about mind games
Mrs. Sherlock always tryin to find things
Id rather be behind you hittin it doggy style
So hard you get spine pains
Sluts, is a wonderful thing
But you gotta know I'm the nigga in they dream
Your friends say I'm a player
They wanna interviene
But they know they come at me they gotta terrible scene
They said I had a chick in the buns with the K-Y
Gettin high
My reply, yous a motherfuckin liar
Cuzz I was up in the hotel all in the jiggamapie
I didn't lie!

Mind Of A Killer lyrics - Tech N9ne

We've got thirty-five or more people out there now killing 20 and 30 people each

Like if I had a Thirty-Eight right now I could make you do just about anything I wanted to

Just about all my life people have been doing that to me

Yes, but if they kill without conscious how can they be treated?
How can we recognize them before it happens again?

I think we're all expecting these killers to be frothing-at-the-mouth-maniacs
The scary thing is that seemingly normal people commit these crimes
they can act like anyone your friend, a teacher, a guy next door

I just think we live in such a violent society

Seemed like a regular guy, you know normal kinda quiet, but uh pretty smart,
H-he just didn't seem like the kinda of guy that would kill anyone you know?
I mean it doesn't make any sense

They don't think that you're worth anything, you're in their way.
You know its like "She was screaming, so I killed her"

The Worst lyrics - Tech N9ne (feat. Law & Kemani)

[Verse 1]
As I blaze the PM
I inhale with the scent of a million men
I exhale wit dumpin 17 up in the what the fuck I am?
In the midst of a crisis God knows all the sacrifces I made
Might have to hiest to get paid
In spite
But can't jiest the price
Instead a nigga played bitch made
Niggas think they know me
The don't know me
They, phoney funny
But they don't know
That I'm that ill type niggas that'll open that gut
Not much luck
I'm feelin skunk wit a capitol S
Hit the cess
Killed the stress
Rottin away in the Midwest
I guess
They was right
When they said that was such a psycho sight
Sick inside a slight
Deliver that makes me want to go Master P at night right
No more pain I complain and pray to God, AND STUFFS
It was unbearable until I tried COCOA PUFFS
That chocolate tie got me willin to fly up in the sky
But when I loose altitude that high
Just makes me wanna come down and die
Whos responcible for this madness, me?
Whos responcible for this sudden strike of sadness, me?
I can see
I can look into your eyes
Smile and then to your suprise
I'll be yellin "Die, nigga die"
When all the bullets fly
Don't know how much longer I'll be on this Earth
Cause I'm the worst type of, nigga on this here turf
So disperse

[Chorus]
The worst, the worst yeah
They keep tryin to pull me under
But I been to long tryin to make it over
The worst, the worst yeah
After all that I been through
I just don't know what the hell to do

[Verse 2]
What it is
What it was
And what it shall be
You tell me
Cause this nigga ain't livin healthy
Bitches think I got money from here to Shri Lanka
So I'm thinkin of killin you when I'm makin love to you bianca
Can't you see I ain't you seein what I mean
I got plenty and mean streets my team tweaks
So my future seems BLEAK
Take a peak at me I ain't happy she got me
Under child social serviceses and shit for bein a slacky pappy
My khakis are low saggin from illio type little bags
Pushin ten of them on top of the world like James Cagney
Feel that agony
People naggin me
My ragedy life ain't worth livin sick of my aunt and uncle draggin me
See me drink my life away
Smokin tokin my life away
Tryin to put this trife away
In the deepest darkest hide away
If I could fly today to the Golden Gates
I could get away from this place of hell and fakes
But it might be too late
What it gonna be
D-E-A-D
Another S-T-A-T-I-S-T-I-C that's me
Puffin that stronger W double E-D that hunger
Don't know how much longer I'll be on this Earth
Cause I'm the worst type of nigga on this here turf
So disperse

[Chorus]

[Verse 3]
That's why I say
F-A-H-Q
If you ain't crew
Some busters on my hit list betta hope it ain't you
My pockets thin
About to sin
I got to spend
About like 10
To get that Henn
To make that blend
To make that fool come up out his ins
Devilish thoughts
Hell is feelin kinda of crellish
God tell us what we got to do to make the muthafuckin rellish
Spell it, out to me cause broke is imbarrasin
I'm psycho like Woody Harrleson
I can make a comparrison
Like Aaron Yates
Norman Bates
Perfect mates
Dippin up in Wally Gates
Bitches yellin head is swellin
Thinkin of goin in hell and bakin with the beans
Got me fiend
Murder for my green
Seems, I'm cursed not first
The last verse
I burst, into a blood thirst
But what is it worth
No hearst
Nobodies turf
Fuck planet Earth
Disperse
Because you're dealin wit the worst (the worst)

[Chorus]

The worst
I know that it can't get no worst
The worst, the worst yeah
After all that I been through
I just don't know what the hell to do

S.I.M.O.N. Says lyrics - Tech N9ne

[Verse 1:]
Simon says I can make a grip if I unload this clip
And empty off in another, if I want to get payed
Ain't no games to be played
Scarface I watch on a daily basis
Smokin laces
Goin different places
Stickin millie in they faces
No cases
Lucky me
Cuzz Simon said I'm gonna live through the shoot of sellin
Big budda
Blunts big enough for a pharmacital distrubtor
Pimp you tha
Go down on how many words demanded me
And Bakari, Evil Ward, PKW
I ran this
My shit was landed
Playa vision was my decison
Fuckin school cuzz my teachers a fool for followin rules
When I make that run, when I make that sound when I pop that gun
Leaving demons numb
Releasing feecies, piss and cum
Now my futures looking manic, satanic, forces ran it
Dammnit, I'm [?], straight up panic
And it don't matter none to me cuzz Simon got my head
Im mentaly dead
And I'll pump you full of lead
Just because Simon said

[Chorus:]
Simon says
Sex, Indiga, Money, Obsession, Neglect
Oh yea
Simon says

[Verse 2:]
Bitches, Biancas, and Biatchresses is all the same
Simon says he already equipped me with hella game
What did he want from me?
Small deeds
And get nothing, but I'll run up in it, all creeds, planting the seeds
He said I can stick it with no protection
I know flection, with a hoe with no J on my erection
Its not a god call, hittin this fraud wall, I'm just an oddball
Running back and forth through Todd Hall
All, these bitches, swingin on my inches
Thinkin that they gettin white picket fences, on my expenses
Simon said no worries
Akuna Matata, but my dick is heated like an anchalota
Its gettin hotta
Nobody move, nobody get burned
Bullshit if I more flex, I guess I'm on it when I get dressed in the latex
I bone it
But I don't cum
Niggas like me end up dead fucked up naked head
Just because Simon said

[Chorus: 2x]

[Verse 3:]
Sex, Indiga, Money, Obsession, Neglect
That's what S.I.M.O.N meens
But I heard this voice say "Hey Tech what about your dreams?"
Fuck that dreamin and do this dirt, said that's how I'm gonan win
You gotta act like you want to be livin fat like a samoin
Could it be endless listening to Simon
This time I chose to kick rhymes
Get mines, the big times waitin for me
Was tryin to get signed
Heard my moms got a record deal with Jimmy Jam and Terry Louis
Prospective, now I'm the straight bomb
BOOM, in the face, I'm on the paper chase
Simon said he couldn't believe I resorted to rhymin
Throw your shit together
No time for relaxin
Time to go back to popin your 9 milli jackin
So what, I'm stuck, but, I'm hearing voices saying fuck that nigga named Simon
Get with a nigga named Diamond
And now, a nigga from the MidWest
Is bout to have these biancas hearing me wide spread
FUCK WHAT SIMON SAID!

[Chorus 3x]

"The Calm Before The Storm" (1999)

Soldiers At War lyrics - Tech N9ne (feat. Big Scoob, Don Juan, L.V. & Short Nitty)

[Tech N9ne]
H.I.G.H.L.A.N.D. Highland nigga
Heartless Insane Ghetto Hoodlum Livin' And Never Dyin'
That's what I'm talkin' about
Rogue dawgs, when I call my Rogue dawgs
Rogue Dawg, niggaz
Fa the nine-eight
We'll have to crash 'em like this nigga, yeah

[Chorus]
My nigga my nigga we soldiers at war
Killin' off our enemies 'til it ain't no more
Laws we break yo' shit we'll take
Murder fo them bustas and hatas it ain't no escape
Rogue Dawg fo life!

[Don Juan]
It's the beginin of the endin fo yo ass
You broke ass niggaz hit the strip we need mo cash
This midwest side hittin' like a M-1 time to get some
Payback fo you bustas that laid back
My gats ain't met yo next so fuck yo vest we dumpin'
Killin' all that punk shit that you heart be pumpin'
See somethin' I take it cuttin' through the red tape
Yo legs break tryin' to catch up who who led the race
It's 5-7 Highas heaven causin' insanity
Whatcha handin' me we'll have you bitch ass postin' the vanity ?s
Gotta recoop fuckin' with these troops
Soon as we see you Load up and we shoot on site
We turnin' out the lights my appetite for destruction
Got me in the mood for bustin' dumpin' accross the Missou
And get to huntin' for Kevin East the oo-oo
And nigga you knew the Rogue Dawgs rule!
Your so called truths get battered and bruised
Stackin' you fools so deadly it don't matter the tools
I'm afta my dues prove if you snooze you looze
Prepare for war when you fuckin' wit my crew
Rogue for life!

[Chorus]

[Scoob Nitty]
265 lbs. all nigga
And I'm good wit these dawgs nigga
Got steel plated balls nigga
Representin' 57th street
Me and my Dawgs bringin' the heat
Born and raised to be a villain on these Kansas City streets
Best retreat when you hear my dogs barkin
Snarlin' got that blood boilin'
Midwest side carved in hangin' out the chevy now we blastin' and laughin'
Made to hit me smashin' on them bastards
Don't be talkin' when they ask you shit got drastic on that bastard
Left him fo the cats that sent them straight to hell
Just like hosts of veil another soldier's tale
Nigga the life of a coward was taken when we bailed

[L.V.]
Look I swore to die for bloodline more heartless than my father brought (nigga)
Load the cartridges with hollow point hard ones
When Rogue dawgs call it's an all out war move
56 marks it 'cause 56 swore to
Heartless insaine ghetto hoodlum livin and never dyin'
Midwest side until my last breath on highland
Why should I lie? I live an die for my side
Ride the city 'til they roll with diddy one last time
Let this N9ne yell out fuckem
Fuck 'em if he's gon walk he's nothin'
Fuck where he's from he'll even run when I'm comin'
Rogue dawg fo life no fear of death no mo
I swore to live a life a soldier at war
Rogue dawg fo life!

[Chorus]

[Don Juan]
Are you afraid of the unknown brains get blown
Expose chrome to your dome 'til you stiff as stone
With the phone neva suck it I'm goin'
In the pockets and blowin muthafuckas to smitherines
You knowin' that it ain't no niggaz stickin' me like K-do
Be warned I'm able to explode like a volcano
On y'all we told y'all we Rogue Dawgs
We know y'all this one is Hong Kong
Fo' you bustas and hatas we (gotta make that paper)
Can't break us then take us I'll peel you like a potato
Nigga wait a minute got me bustin' like a lieutenant
My intent is to eliminate you cynics
Rogue Fo' Life!!

[Tech N9ne]
These young niggaz always yellin' about ridin'
But these bustas ain't no muthafuckin' ridas
I pumpst a cock up in they bitch and then I'm slidin'
These wannabe hustlas can't compare to midwest sidas
I'm rollin' deep wit my troopas fixin'ta expose the chrome
Detrimental to domes though ozone
Thousands of bodies bein' found around me
Bottles of bud and double-U-double E-D
N9ne milla rhyme killa
Fuck wit me I'll take that bust of myron D
And throw 'em to mah Dawgs in the red sea
Now lets see if he can swim back to shore
Chunks missin' yellin' I don't wanna mess wit tech no more
I know you don't Tech N9ne I never say it again nigga
I know you won't never will these niggaz lit on my friend
And mista scare crow bitch nigga you ain't got to lie
You just a scared ho Nigga this is highland 'til we die
We got the triple life coast to roll wit Rogue Dawg shit
Bitches and niggaz all on the balls when it hit
I neva could understand how a nigga could come so whack
What? Oh I ain't talkin about me I'm talkin' about them other cats
Troopa!

[Chorus]

My nigga my nigga we soldiers at war
Killin' off our enemies 'til it ain't no more!

Planet Rock 2K (Down South Mix) lyrics - Tech N9ne

[Intro:]
You know what I'm sizzlin
It's time to get this party started right baby
Aw....my name.. they call me Tech N9ne
And I ah need a carabu lu
Uh that's 151 malibu rum and pineapple juice
You know what I'm sizzlin
Ha! Uh you down't know what dat is
Can't get the party started without that
Let's do it

[1st Verse]
You want me to jam
I'm finna
Enter brain waves
Pain from insane days
Make you sick
Like bad mayonnaise
TECH N9NE
Got the remedy
Rhyme infinity
Criminally
Finna be some shit
I'll crack you open
Like the youngest male Kennedy.
Got the whole planet
Rocking off the low blows
Damn it
I show flows
And poke hoes
That's suppose to be yours
Seeing my haters
In the dark alley
Tormented by mine
Dodging the TECH N9NE
Now here's the message
Liberate me
Chocolata tay
Imma rock
Not play
Do the fuck what I say
Throw your souls in the air
Like this
Flash your bar codes
While I stick 'em
With another hit
Up out of abyss
The TECH N9NE N9na
Out to find vaginas
Just a player
Clubbing it
Rubbing it
Loving that
Creamer streamer
Might seem a little extreme
My thing
When I flips
I gots to make sure that it's hot
Make the whole planet rock
Like this

[Chorus]
Make that ass hop
Don't stop
Down south biancs
Make the planet rock
MidWest
Too much ass in one room
Rat tata tata tata
Tata tata boom
Make that ass hop
Make that ass hop
All the ladies in the party
Make the planet rock
See that ass hop
Watch that ass hop
All the fellas like to see you
Make the planet rock

[2nd Verse]
Call it what you want it
Ghetto futuristical
Get up on it
There's a bianc up in my sector
Can I bone it
Cause all we want to do
Is get drunk
Get blowed
Spit shit
Spark blunts
And fuck hoes
We're quick to beat a buster down bad
MidWest Side put me in the soundlab
Now I'm ton niviganmad
I flipped it backwards
For you flow snatchers
Blast y'all
In the ass
N9na playing fast ball
Crash all
Glass jaws
Mad y'all
Cause last call
I was in the back
Of the club
Banging the hell
Outta this bad broad
On my planet
We take no haters for granted
They crisscross
Ten seconds till lift off
Be soaked in pistol grip sauce
Ripped off
The techniques complete heat
Retreat six feet
Under six feet
Unique speaks
Freaks tweak
Never let the beast seep
Can it
While the trooper
Techa N9na
Rock the planet

[Chorus]
Make that ass hop
Don't stop
Down south biancs
Make the planet rock
MidWest
Too much ass in one room
Rat tata tata tata
Tata tata boom
Make that ass hop
Make that ass hop
All the ladies in the party
Make the planet rock
See that ass hop
Watch that ass hop
All the fellas like to see you
Make the planet rock

[3rd Verse]
I got the type of flow
To make 'em make
Scream 3
Six rappers being hunted
By a killer
M C
I never kill the Bianca's
With the 36D
I party
With the bitches
On my planet
Looking crispy
Swiftly
Making rappers do
Three sixties
Never knew
Three sixes
Other niggas
Trying to dis me
Be under
These prefixes
Non ill
Malfunctional
N9NE rambunctional
Never let up
On a heated mic
Till I'm comfortable
Rogue style
Fifty-seven
Fifty-six street gang
Grips we gain
Anybody wanna trips
We bang
Hit us with a what
Lyrical head splitter
Making hella hoes
Get a nut
Make 'em put the rolls
In their butt
Let a hoe be a slut
Negro never give a fuck
Why the attitude
N9na ross
You got the sauce
Nigga I'm mad cause the Chiefs lost
I'm pissed off
In Kansas City
I'm straight from the abyss
TECH N9NE
I got the whole planet rocking with me
Whole planet
Rocking like this

[Chorus X2]

Make that ass hop
Don't stop
Down south biancs
Make the planet rock
MidWest
Too much ass in one room
Rat tata tata tata
Tata tata boom
Make that ass hop
Make that ass hop
All the ladies in the party
Make the planet rock
See that ass hop
Watch that ass hop
All the fellas like to see you
Make the planet rock

I can tell that you can tell that I'm twisted
by the bulge in my pants so let's do it baby like this uh

Kansas City make da Planet Rock (Ugh)
St. Louis make da Planet Rock (Ugh)
Missouri make da Planet Rock (Ugh)
Chicago make da Planet Rock (Ugh)
Lawrence, Kansas make da Planet Rock (Ugh)
Topeka make da Planet Rock (Ugh)
KCK make da Planet Rock (Ugh)
Witchita make da Planet Rock (Ugh)
Minnasota make da Planet Rock (Ugh)
Cleveland make da Planet Rock (say wha)
Nebraska make da Planet Rock (ugh)
Oklahoma make da Planet Rock (ugh)
Detroit make da Planet Rock (ugh)
Mississippi make da Planet Rock (ugh)
Memphis make da Planet Rock (Bitch)
Indiana make da Planet Rock (ugh)
Dakota make da Planet Rock (ugh)
Carolina make da Planet Rock (ugh)
Virginia make da Planet Rock (ugh)
D.C make da Planet Rock (ugh)
Baton Rouge make da Planet Rock (ugh)
New Orleans make da Planet Rock (ugh)
Arkansas make da Planet Rock (ugh)
Alabama make da Planet Rock (ugh)
Atlanta make da Planet Rock (say wha)
Houston make da Planet Rock (say wha)
Dallas make da Planet Rock (say wha)
Fort Worth make da Planet Rock (say wha)
Miami make da Planet Rock (say wha)
New Jersey make da Planet Rock (say wha)
Philly make da Planet Rock (say wha)
New York make da Planet Rock (say wha)
Las Vegas make da Planet Rock (say wha)
Arizona make da Planet Rock (BEATCH!)
Seattle make da Planet Rock (say wha)
California make da Planet Rock (say wha)
L.A make da Planet Rock (say wha)
Englewood make da Planet Rock (say wha)
Compton make da Planet Rock (say wha)
Long Beach make da Planet Rock (BITCH!)
Sacramento make da Planet Rock (ugh)
Oaktown make da Planet Rock (BITCH)
San Dieago make da Planet Rock (HOE)
San Fransisco make da Planet Rock (say wha)
Mid-West make da Planet Rock (say wha)
Down SOuth make da Planet Rock (say wha)
East Coast make da Planet Rock (say wha)
West Coast make da Planet Rock (say wha)
I say ya mama make the planet Rock
I say ya daddy make the planet rock
I say ya mama sucked a dick cock

[Outro:]
And we done
Cut dat shit out!
Motherfucker
Pola Bear in da house
Pola Bear track masta 98 style
Motherfuckin Midwest side to da fullest
Teck N9ne, Don Juan
Nigga
We in the Bear tracks
Punck ass bitch

Cloudy-Eyed Stroll (Remix) lyrics - Tech N9ne

[Verse 1]
Sunday morning I awake with head aching from the night before
Me and my niggas at the bowling alley tripping 'cause we all tore
I reminisce and kinda laugh despite my pain
'cause they kicked us out for throwing balls in other peoples lane
Sunny day in the summer
Is about to become a cloudy one outey from perious puffs
Devious sluts, mysterious stuff
Picked up the phone its on
I got my niggas on the line ready to swoop the N9ne
Once again I'm trippin on my relish to spend
But today I'm not gonna take these bitches to the West Glenn
'cause me and my Road Doggs and Road Hoggs
Slippin on a mission and conteplating on old calls
30 minutes later I'm waiting at the door ready to go
Feeling releived when I heard my niggas roll
Yelling thats my ride as my babygirl cries
Stepped inside looked around and everybodies looking

[Chorus]
Cloudy Eyed 8x's
Come and take a ride wit me, fly wit me,
Get high wit me, come and get cloudy eyes wit me

[Verse 2]
Everybodies blown but me Timly got them straight cummolous in his eyes
Puffing because Dr. Bombay and Purple Fuzz up above
This Sunday sunny day had that [?]
Scoop just started because his eyes restratus
435 North we dipping the suburbans filled with smoke
We jerking I'm hoping to get the new rotation working no joking
Eyes open
For the feels what it is what it was what it shall be
Is we high on L.A. indeed
Pass the puffy on the mid west town side much obliged
'cause I'm feeling high up and cloudy eyed
Windows down windows round my crown astounded
Right now my ?marial? dont wanna be grounded
I clowned it
Now my name is Munchie
Oooh you high
7-11 got the best food in the country
Blunts be serious when stuffed with funk
From the depths of Mizzou niggas have no clue what to do
Caught up with black in Texas Will
Whats the deal on our way to New Peking for real
We loud and boistrous as we stepped inside
Peoples looking at us funny 'cause everybodies looking

[Chorus]

[Verse 3]
Cloudy eyed stroll now my strides slow
Walking up out the New Peking eyes closed
Took another hit from the poison mist
Got my brain on twist but I still persist
Whats up?
What we doing on a Sunday eve
Its straight to 5-6 best beleive
We calling up some biancas on the humbug
To come down around the town everybody else is Skateland bound
5-6-1-6 Highland feeling far out like Thailand
My man Diamond said no one can roll em like i can
Damn once again its on the biatreces from the phones
In the house and they straight getting blown
What ever happened I dont know
Woke up on the flo
5 o'clock in the morning I'm read to go fa sho
Gotta get back to the crib my squeeze said this shit is getting old
They dropped me off and thats the end of my (cloudy eyed) stroll

[Chorus]

Flipside (Rough Version) lyrics - Tech N9ne

[Girl] Only if you promise to smack me goddamnit
[Tech N9ne] I think I'm gonna do the uhh.. hook on this one. Yea

[Tech and girl moaning]

[Tech N9ne] Ok, turn around so I can hit it from the back
[Girl] No
[Tech N9ne] Come on!
[Girl] I don't want to..
[Tech N9ne] You don't want me to hit it from the back? Come on! BIANC!

[Tech N9ne]
I like to hit it on flip
Don't trip
I make it worth it
If you nervous I got the service
That'll make you work it
You deserve it
A sex spot
To flex wet spots
With grip
Stressin' now cause ain't nobody throwin tips
Ya hips
So amazin' I'm gazin'
You blazin'
Praisin'
That I'm no longer shriveled like a raisin
I'm stone - hopin that ya homegirl I entered is
I'm down, even if its ellen degenerous
I'ma clown the punana
Pound the pupan
Hate it like a croutan
Wise words from God Zoutan
The flip baby
No jip baby
Nina like the way you strip baby
No way you dip ladies
See me in your city be ready
When I'm looking for some fun
I be coming at ya
Five hundred worth of 1's
Just the trick off
Gather ya oils to lick off
You and ya homegirl rollin' with me, jerkin' my dick off
Not a rip off
Just gettin' it tossed
The lip gloss
Ya lips lost
So deep in it they callin' me the pit boss
I'm lovin' it the way you got me shovin' it
doggy Slip-slide. Watch yo ?
I cried when I hit it on the flipside

[Chorus]

[Girl] Which side
[Tech N9ne] Flipside
[Girl] This side
[Tech N9ne] Ladies so I can ? die
[Girl] That's right
[Tech N9ne] Ain't nothin' thick about the way I like it
The jiggle making me fizzle when you make it make it wiggle a little
Stay on the Flipside
[Girl] Which side
[Tech N9ne] Flipside
[Girl] This side
[Tech N9ne] Ladies so I can ? die
[Girl] That's right
[Tech N9ne] This ain't no ballad talkin' about how I'm in love
This is strictly for the strippers in the club, on the flipside

[Tech N9ne]
Meet me in Las Vegas, I'm stayin' at the Grand
Keys under Nina when you be fightin' with yo man
Into it - no undees
Get ready to bungy
jump me
Knew you meant business when you ripped out my abercrumby
Hormones hungry
Like to get me down under like Crocodile Dundee
Keepin' yo sex weapons from me
I'm grungy
not meanin I'm way freaky like zombie
friday to sunday
Yellin Tech N9ne I love the way you done me
And then I'm Solomon Grundy
You's a flower when I killed it
You wilt it

Who got power
Call me (Deep Space N9ne)
[?]
'cause I rocked 'em all
With socks and all
Y'all 'iancs, I hit the lots of y'all
Slots
Show em, show 'em what you got
Girl you makin' it hot
its syncapated wit pac?
Non stop
This game is silky
I hope you milk me
I'm fiendin'
Not killin' me cause you can't touch my vibe
If you jockin' Kenin
I fly in semen
Ya cryin' freemen?
It feels so well
Get chills in Hell
Screamin' demon
Before you nut up
I want you to shut up
And give it to me face down, butt up
I just die
When I hit it on the flipside

[Girl] Which side
[Tech N9ne] Flipside
[Girl] This side
[Tech N9ne] Ladies so I can ? die
[Girl] That's right
[Tech N9ne] Ain't nothin' thick about the way I like it
The jiggle making me fizzle when you make it make it wiggle a little
Stay on the Flipside
[Girl] Which side
[Tech N9ne] Flipside
[Girl] This side
[Tech N9ne] Ladies so I can ? die
[Girl] That's right
[Tech N9ne] This ain't no ballad talkin' about how I'm in love
This is strictly for the strippers in the club, on the flipside

[Tech N9ne]
Can you feel it baby
(Do you want me to touch my waistline)
I can heal it baby
([?] trust, press and grind)
Bout to kill it baby
(2 hundred bucks, a good time)
I wanna do it baby, stick it baby
(Sex on the mind)
Enough!
Girl you drivin' me nuts
You and ya homie's hype horny comin back from peenuts
With hokie-pokie
On the brain and we can keep it low-key
be they hot is when they comin' back from sokey
wet up the oppolstry
Listen closely
Lap dance in the corner
I'm all up on her
Two more coronas
You leaving with me
'cause I'm increasing the fee
You leasin to pee
Hella fat like Jackie, pleasening me
I got mine, what you do
Call girls, the way you dance and strip
Deck down to ya tips
Beautiful lips
Ya say that ya
Like it way betta
From a wild style
Nigga comin' sex crazed at ya
On the flipside

[Outro]
Can you feel it baby
(Do you want me to touch my waistline)
I can heal it baby
([?] trust, press and grind)
Bout to kill it baby
(Doin' the f**ks, a good time)
I wanna do it baby, stick it baby
(Sex on the mind)

Clueless lyrics - Tech N9ne (feat. Larone Burnette & Solé)

I can't believe you did this to me after all I did for you
Cause you made me so mad and there's nothing you can do
You and I were clueless, but you were the most
And I guess you just got lost
Baby you were just clueless
So clueless

What did I do to deserve this kind of pain?
Out of all the fights, this was the main
You said to give it a chance
But I saw you at the dance
We tried to work it out
But I still had a doubt

(Clueless)

I just can't take the risk of getting hurt again
And you're way worse than other men
I used to think you had a brain
But now I know that you're way insane
You tried to steal my heart away
And you'll pay for that someday

(Clueless)

I can't believe you did this to me after all I did for you
Cause you made me so mad and there's nothing you can do
You and I were clueless, but you were the most
And I guess you just got lost
Baby you were just clueless

(So clueless)

I cant believe I let you play me for a fool
N' wt you did was so totally uncool
I had no clue it would end this way
And I don't really care of what you have to say
I'll never forgive you for what you did
Gosh, I was such a kid

(So clueless)

But now that I'm grown and mature
I realize that I was blind and unsure
It ain't gonna happen no more tho {no mo}
And it's obviously the end of us, yo
Now I just wanna scream and shout
Cause you don't even know what our relationship was about

(So Clueless)

Should've told me the truth in the first place
Now I'm gonna have to pick up the pace
Boo if you loved me so
Then you wouldn't be this low
But now that I figured out your cheating ways
It's just too damn late

(For us to ever be togetha again!!)
And you won't get away with anything else these days
(this I promise you... Yeah...)

I can't believe you did this to me after all I did for you
Cause you made me so mad and there's nothing you can do
You and I were clueless, but you were the most
And I guess you just got lost
Baby you were just clueless
Clueless..
Clueless!!!!

(You should've told me before... should've trusted our love
Should've thought about that before you went on and broke my heart..
But its ok because in the end I'm better off without you
And its just too bad that I cant say the same about you! you're so clueless)

Questions (Rough Draft) lyrics - Tech N9ne

The name of this motherfucker is called Questions (ha)
Rough Draft (ha ha, tell em)
QDIII did the beat (all day all night)
Whassup to everybody out there in L.A.

What's really goin on?
Why do I do the things I do?
Why so many questions?
What am I doing?
I talk to myself... when there's no-one to talk to

I wanna ask me a question
When am I gonna make it up out of a hellish and devilish way?
When are you gonna make mill-ions with the dividends;
when are you gonna make ends generate wait?
Who in the hell, left the gate open? Do you wanna sell?
Is everybody on wavelength like us?
Why do I rip it in half, doobie kick ass with backwards
Attach isssh like hap ut eallavik?
Can you wait a minute? Can you slow it up a little bit
Nina so I can get up in it?
But did you really wanna dabble in fanatical supernatural
Lyrically-radical milli minutes, I'm about to begin it
Can I get some, can I spit some, which one?
When am I gonna get off this trip?
Can I take another pill, why do I feel
Like I'm a sick individual in the room, poppin off at the lip?
Do you, feel me? Do you do voodoo really?
Did you get it? Did you want a real epidemic?
Will you let me run up in it?
What's the word; is it absurd? What is that is you hurt?
Was it real, is it real, was it really real?
Tech9ne in it to win it besides QDThird occurred
Who's the worst, who's rastafari?
You never livin never sure it's Selassie I the First
Brother on the planet Earth, who? Do you wanna flow;
What you wanna do?
How can I be in the zone like this, gone like this?
How can I break the obsession?
In the middle of it all, when I snap back, step back
And ask myself; what, why do you ask so many questions?

Why?
Do I wanna stick em with another hit up out of abyss?
Why?
I'm at the pinnacle when I rip it I'ma kill em in this
Why?
Do I wanna stick em with another hit up out of abyss?
Why?
I'm at the pinnacle when I rip it I'ma kill em in this

Do you understand? whatcha gonna do when Nina hit you
With the critical homidical lyrical killer flippin
Leavin you with boo-boo underpants?
How does it feel? Do you wanna come up and chill with an assassin?
Can you feel it inside, what?
The feeling of a commotion of two titans clashing
Why me, who are you, what I am supposed to do - what a nigga here fo'?
Who do you fear mo'? Is it the Nine, with a brand new joint?
Like to hear it, here go
What are you lookin at, when am I gonna get a dose of thorazine?
Can you give me a little something to ease the pain?
Ease the man, who's the man?
Tech-a-Nina with the Road Dawgs and the Midwest Side Crew's to blame
Can I get a little back with attack issh?
What do you accomplish, ever can't you diss, diss
Pitless bottom of aye, and you toss out nigga ass, bade mish
Hate a playa percenter a-hundred that is
Side West, Mid, down ever who off, what?
Hack it, did you know Tech9ne hot like a dragon?
Did you feel it baby? Can you give me a double dose
Of whatever the feeling I'm gettin is really pain
It's Kobain, for anybody want a piece of this, sickness
Is it a cinch to get with hot?
Who, when, where what why?
I'm at the pinnacle with a killer eye, do I wanna
Die no I just wanna dose of the most inner syringe
Up in my thigh, bonzai!!

Why?
Do I wanna stick em with another hit up out of abyss?
Why?
I'm at the pinnacle when I rip it I'ma kill em in this
Why?
Do I wanna stick em with another hit up out of abyss?
Why?
I'm at the pinnacle when I rip it I'ma kill em in this
Why?
Do I wanna stick em with another hit up out of abyss?
Why?
I'm at the pinnacle when I rip it I'ma kill em in this
Why?
Do I wanna stick em with another hit up out of abyss?
Why?
I'm at the pinnacle when I rip it I'ma kill em in this

Now do you know what the real is?
Does everybody think I'm twisted? Non-realistic
Or do you think that I'm gifted, I'ma lifted
Can you help me? Am I lookin at you
Can I be peepin you from afar, please, remain calm
Could you be the reason I'm a bomb
Straight out of Vietnam, ready to explode on Sa-tan?
Tell me what the problem is, I'm a'ight what the bottom is
Do you know what a empty column is?
Am I your worst nightmare? I feel sick right there
Should I blow it out, can I do without, do I need help?
Am I living within a pen of demons?
I'm stressing, can I get a blessing (from who?)
The one who cursed me with all these questions

Why?
Do I wanna stick em with another hit up out of abyss?
Why?
I'm at the pinnacle when I rip it I'ma kill em in this
Why?
Do I wanna stick em with another hit up out of abyss?
Why?
I'm at the pinnacle when I rip it I'ma kill em in this
Why?
Do I wanna stick em with another hit up out of abyss?
Why?
I'm at the pinnacle when I rip it I'ma kill em in this
Why?
Do I wanna stick em with another hit up out of abyss?
Why?
I'm at the pinnacle when I rip it I'ma kill em in this

Hey man uh, I can't man I gotta I gotta I gotta
Do that over or something man
I gotta do that over brother

Hey QDIII kick the temp on the sign nigga

That shit ain't in tune man
I gotta i gotta do that again
I gotta do that shit, hold on a sec

Why?
Do I wanna stick em with another hit up out of abyss?
Why?
I'm at the pinnacle when I rip it I'ma kill em in this
Why?
Do I wanna stick em with another hit up out of abyss?
Why?
I'm at the pinnacle when I rip it I'ma kill em in this (whyyyy)

Why, why, why, why, why, why, why, why

Now It's On lyrics - Tech N9ne (feat. Lejo)

Wicked wicked
Now it's on [echos]

[Short Nitty]
I murder your whole city
Nigga like Frank Nitty's hideous as idiots
Niggas betta get respect when I flex
Comin tech flows like amphibians
From here to the Carribeans
Unexplored territories like Venus
Niggas never seen the teen the teams keenest
Bury ya mind like Zimas
Infared beamers keep ya posse on my penis

[Tech N9ne]
Now it's on
Wickeds in this da link a mid to west flex
Did a piss
To this bitch who dis this cl-ick
Bliss is hangin that bitch by the clitoris
You get spit on
Shit on
Hit on
Get on the dick of this
Sl-ick niggaRA
But you can always call the Nina
A killer in America
Amerikilla

[Short Nitty]
I got skills to kill
Like overdosin pills
Blood spills for million dollar bills
You can't try to peel this
Or feel the illness
Of a nigga that's comin out real (real)
I don't know why
Nigga you livin a lie
A plus I despise those who try
A nigga like I this high and fly and sly
Mid west side so you just might die

[Tech N9ne]
Check it out
I murder these hoes, Hercules flows
My shit carries on like hepatitis
So don't bites me
An enemy
Gimme no fuckery foul like (what)
Now I gotta cock it to re-write it
I might just
Make a nigga bite dust
When I bust plus
Can maybe feels great
Can it be ill? yes
Sanity kills a real nigga but still
I wreckin like I'm a Deville
The best, the NINE!, correct, BURN!
Now it's your turn
You must LEARN!
Misery niggas the craze like 24 gang niggas on SHERM!
When it's on I be heated like a hot comb
Tell these punk muthafuckas to leave me alone
When I'm in the zone you get blown away
Get the clothes away
Mitch Bade niggas cause it's on today

[Chorus 18x]
Now it's on

[Lejo]
Now let me smoke and choke
Let these niggas know that Lejo ain't brought no jokes
Nigga betta learn the ropes
We like costra nostra
And'll fuck around and cut yo' throat
Decapitation facin devastation nations when they ragin can't stop this
Nigga you can catch a fist
And you can rest in piss
But the diss and you thought I missed
I'm indestructable and untouchable
Ain't givin a fuck about what you know
I don't love no hoe, I don't mug no mo
But I'm still collectin my other dough
Now peep the rawness my rhymes is flawless
Fools get tossed for tryin to floss like bosses
People can call this the clique wit no losses
Cause a nigga can flow from September to August
Deeper than seven seas, colder than no degrees
Niggas is easy to get down on ya knees
When you fuckin wit rhymes like these
I always find that he's bitin my shit it's me he's tryin to be
No more chances understand this
I'm the man wit the plan I stand from Kansas
And this weed enhances scandalous dances
What is in my hands will take yo last glances
Fuckin wit a technicality, that's what it gotta be
Nigga sittin on the side of me
My mentality makes fatality reality
Split yo anatomy, assault and battery
Niggas pray to God we stop, we won't though
Askin who's on the top, they don't know
But don't no muthafucka in the muthafuckin western muthafuckin hemisphere really want Joe
Associated with a deadly force we got codes
Deeper than morse
Sounds like (noise)
And needle points bullet shoot through a horse
So of course
I'm leavin niggas dead like a corpse

[Gun shot then a pause...]

[Tech N9ne]
Don't test me
Biatchres
Another collorialism I came up wit the bitch deep this twist
Betta hurry pick a position I do for when you niggas submited to Amerikilla did it and then I
I quit it I flip in a minute I'ma get them rellish lips
You can't sell us dip
We gettin high off K bombay (bombay)
Packin hella heat like Pompay (Pompay)
Itch-made abay igga-may anyway
I get ill when I feel like, gettin biz
You know what that is?
I know what that is
When I be rippin eveybody know what that is
Rewind, SLEMET, NIET, HAA, HEEEH!!
If anybody wanna catch this
I just said fuck demons and I got pit backwards
And that's bomb futuristic attack shit
Match this
Takes hella practice
To rips scripts nigga gotta be thug
I gotta make this shit make sense so I can say 'made it ma'
Top of the world
Gimme life or give me death
Death becomes evil like asmodious I gotta a melodious flow
It becomes podious changeable
Untameable angel
Anghellic
Bustin like a Magnum, Tom Selleck
Advisary terror
Sick of loosin money in Harris
Mac assasin like Anotonio Banderas
How many niggas you know I bust style
So ambidextrous and I mean I'm buck wild
When it's on
I be heated like a hot comb
Like I said in the first, zone
Accident prone
But these niggas don't wanna flex wit Tech when the heat is on
Nigga
Now it's on

[Chorus]

Bitch Sickness lyrics - Tech N9ne (feat. Phats Bossilini & Rame Royal)

[Chorus:]
I will mistake your bitch sickness gets dismissed with the quickness this nipsit get the lipstick kiss this dick... [x2]

[Verse 1:]
This is the beginning
I only been it for winning
Through every inning
Till the ending chase g's these pretty women
Are just here to make my ride a full course with all the trimmings
Women in my water tank and drinkin henn and lemon
Its realistic you got ur twisted lifted off the feat I keep 6 clips with my heat like I'm enlisted, nigga this is far from the army navy or marines, we forming the gravy newly recruit criminal team,
To make the green, fuck you fakers my eyes dreamy, for that
2000 years we doors like lamborghinnis or carrera porche, still enforced ones with flava, bitch save the royal playas don't hate an innervator...

[Verse 2:]
U gotta disease nigga, so please ease away from me's nigga, my feas ease be's about that cheese nigga, your PH balanced for a man but made for the woman lets understand this, niggas backwards ish hop when do the shit stop nigga like a land lets live and learn, about to playa hate when a nigga get his Gs, flippin hella keys, fuckin bitches money got the riches when the other mitches working miccy d's, I done seen niggas straight hate me, mean mug me, wanna slug me, currency thickness due to the bitch sickness, this tecca nina, niggas hate me thinking that they're grass is greena, they the tortoise and I'm the huffin hyeena, never dealin witta bitch, nigga this one goes to the bitch ones hoes this one flows like a quick gun blows when the bitch shit unfolds

[Chorus:]
I will mistake your bitch sickness gets dismissed with the quickness this nipsit get the lipstick kiss this dick... [x2]

[Verse 3:]
When the bullets fly squat knee high, like magnum P.I. lace my chucks up vest up this life is messed up they the fake on a playa hata, low like snake beat a snitch to beat the cakes its straight laugh at your wake, ur outta shape to take the H you been losing the race couldn't keep the pace butta hates just seeling ur fate, talkin wut you at wut you gone do, like you the man, bumpin two bazooka tools in a dented trans am you living dreams, like a crack fiend who say he clean, when we riding beams you steam we drunk off lean, life for riches, gold diggas havin finesse, put a slug to ur chest with that bitch sickness

[Verse 4:]
I hit it high I got it so go get this with the quickness, I'm anti biotics for that bitch sickness a few [?] I spot it the scope made them open they mouth to see if mah [?] dick fit bitch nip this shit in the butt split or split twist above flick the bic light let my lips hit the but ain't no trying.... the bud brains on drugs, investigate a over resperator rain unplugged, since I'm ballin rhyme they all in mine for this one love, you ain't knowing this R&G prodegy is building flowin dope selling to the paper touch the ceiling...

[Chorus:]
I will mistake your bitch sickness gets dismissed with the quickness this nipsit get the lipstick kiss this dick... [x2]

[Verse 5:]
A menace in this business for this village stack of papers, ghetto chemist get us biggest spittas for this pack of haters, we roll with fat ?teenay pom? for those who hate we stay bomb we come back poppin like bigwom fayzon, playa hate on, this midwest side nigga we road dogs on the ride killa with the nutthouze so aint no need for us to hide scrilla, this 9 milla wrecks like the princess leavin hata rappers defensless, like forest they keep running, tech n9ne, gunning, watch your back for the bitches with the sickness, come and get this pistol grip, hit a nigga with the milli gets, on the level with a nigga with the silliest, mind state, unrealistic, your bitch sickness gets dismissed with the quickness this nipsit get the lipstick kiss this dick...

[Verse 6:]
These niggas copy cat practicing, yo shit is has been, you get choked blade horse roped, open ur throat with a razor blade no prints, die in slow shit change the livin looking hopeless, you turn to codice, just cuz I got the nuts to roll natural, you wanna be phat where the boss at my gucci linkin learn to floss that, its best that, you get ur own dude, and where ur own shoe, do wut boss do, I catch u, its gonna cost u, this small world, get ur own shit, I'm trying to fit raymond tech n9nes spit for money grip, we makin hits, trip this I'm from the city where guns aint shit, hundreds think back ur hated fast but now I done it done it...

[Chorus:]
I will mistake your bitch sickness gets dismissed with the quickness this nipsit get the lipstick kiss this dick... [Repeat]

Cotton Soldier lyrics - Tech N9ne

What up Haver male? how you doin'? I got the flu
But I'm still movin', spokane that would be my town
This is where the juggalos are born and crowned
We give 'em the mike, they start rippin'

Dead body flashes, I'm still limpen, give me the mike
And I'll be pimpen that's the lines everyones sayin' rage, twelve gage
This is my religion juggalism, prism sit on my lap
I'm Santa Claws and I am back

One mo claw in yo ma fucken rack chitty chat
Stop talkin' like you black, fact if you fuck wit me personally
Get yo dome split my name is set and I personally don't like you trick
Tick tock, there goes the clock, it's twelve at dot, where my pot
My weed at that rat a tat tat

Get me back get at me dog, I hop in my hog
I got a twelve gage pump in the trunk along wit some egg nog
I'm looken for this nigga, I know, he snatch my weed
Once I find him, I know he'll beg and plead
He don't really want to see me

Cotton soldier, I told ya
Who is it? The cotton soldier
Cotton soldier, I told ya
Who is it? The cotton soldier

So I'm headin' down felony flats, I'm on gardener
Everyone in the world I lost my partner, this is where I'm from
Though I don't have to be scared to scream out juggalo but
I'm steel lookin' for that fool who jacked me for my weed
I have to be cruel 'cause I lost all my weed

I gotta take this punk down, curb, stomp next this is my town
Enable to have sex, I'll chop off his shit, then he says, what next?
Damn, this fool must be Rex, invincible in every type of way
Convinsible, I personally think he's gay, it's all over now
I got my weed back time to get blazed and get back home

Woop woop, what up Haver male? It's 2006 and I'm blazed as fuck
And any body who reads this ad on to the song
If you can so I can check up on my shit and see
If anybody got this message, peace out

Relish lyrics - Tech N9ne

Relish niggas talk shit they bring it not enough get they dome split, and if you think I'm set trippin I'm hella SET, rippin rymes sluggin slimes spit on my face so I write a notha ryme, oh wait should I slow down fuck no mitch not if you ain't down wit the clown, town where I'm from spokane got a gun, shit betta run comin' through yo abdomon, when I'm comin' wit my slug cause you talkin to much shit, damn I'm equipped, pull out yo knife, shit, I got a tech, 12 guage pump in the trunk not to minchen I'm hella drunk, meaning wont hesitate, put you 6 feet hela under ground yo family cryin I be lyin tellin them that he was suicidal.

[Chorus]
Rage, 12 guage, one mo down
page, my age, I'm a clown [3x]

I'm a clown in every word you heard, mitch bade hatas pull out the mah fuckin word, so we move time 4 war people dyin every where its crazy mitch bade niggaz at home they lazy, probably blazin they're weed up chronic gon so now wat sup, playin video games at home all hours of the day recieve a check I work my ass off don't even make half of wut you make FACT you a bitch, a snitch in every way you play the game and get hated for the fame you make its true you don't half to ask me ask the world now you see who's g.

[Chorus]
Rage, 12 guage, one mo down
page, my age, I'm a clown [3x]

Mitchell Bade lyrics - Tech N9ne (feat. Bakarii)

[Hook]
Have you
Ever met a nigga
Who was pie sprung
It's a lot of slinky niggas
Where I come from
There's another missile catcher
Just like 'em
His name is Mitchell Bade
Mitchell Bade

[Tech N9NE - Verse 1]
What up Mitch
Is it a everyday thing
For you to act
Just like a bitch
How does it feel
To have a nigga
That will kill you
For the foul shit
You pitch
Number one snitch
A bitch with a dick
I found the remedy
For the enemy
What
Bust at the nigga
Like shooting at the Kennedy's
Cause Mitch Bade
Ain't really no friend to me

[Bakarri]
To be exact
He's a nigga that talk
But he really he can't back
That shit that he talks
So he gotta walk around
With a gat
But a nigga like me
Can knock him out
With the force of a hurricane
The penalty from the path
If you disrespect the game

[Tech N9NE]
Now what goes on
Inside the mind
Of a nigga like this
The nigga pissed
Cause I put about four rounds
Up in a trick he's with
But it ain't my fault
You're a little ole' bitch

[Bakarii]
Without your click

[Tech N9NE]
Nigga run
With a quickness

[Bakarii]
Get away quick
But you better not slip

[Tech N9NE]
Better off with a Bianca
Than be stuck

[Bakarii]
With an A K forty-seven
On your lip
Right
Even if I'm lifted
I can scope him
From a mile away
Niggas faking
Like anticipating
Their dooms day

[Tech N9NE]
Camouflage it
But I can see you acting
Like a bitch
Which are the symptoms
Of a nigga named Mitch

[Hook]
Have you
Ever met a nigga
Who was pie sprung
It's a lot of slicky niggas
Where I come from
There's another missile catcher
Just like 'em
His name is Mitchell Bade
Mitchell Bade
If a Mitch is in your mist
You best to check one
And be ret to go for milli
When the next one comes
If that nigga
Got a foot off
Off in his rectum
His name is Mitchell Bade
Mitchell Bade

[Tech N9NE - Verse 2]
Last night
I gotta page
From Bianca

[Bakarii]
She told me her man was tripping
So swoop about a block up
So I um
Got prepared
My conscience told me
Grab the gat
But all I could think about
Was hitting that kitty kat
From the back
All about that hustle
But tonight I gots to kick it
Deep conversation
But it's the first time
Lettin' a nigga hit it
But I'm not alone
It seems this nigga
Was on the phone
Her heard the spot the topic
Wicked wicked
Now it's on
As I continue
Creeping
It's apparent
That I'm dealing with a Mitch Bade
So I guess that's why
He keeps on staring
But I'm well equipped
To handle a fleet
So nigga don't think I'm sleep
We can talk like men
Or we can get grim
And handle this shit
With streets
Don't ever trust
No cock
Especially when
A nigga like me
Is rolling up your block
Bitch made nigga
Couldn't see that you was played
So we just changed your name
And called you
Mitch Bade
Mitch Bade

[Hook]
Have you
Ever met a nigga
Who was pie sprung
It's a lot of slinky niggas
Where I come from
There's another missile catcher
Just like 'em
His name is Mitchell Bade
Mitchell Bade
If a Mitch is in your mist
You best to check one
And be ret to go for milli
When the next one comes
If that nigga
Got a foot off
Off in his rectum
His name is Mitchell Bade
Mitchell Bade

[Tech N9NE - Verse 3]
Cruising down the Spect
With five splifs rolled
Passenger seat
Sunday the hoe stroll
Went to the park
With major loot
Dippin' up on bitches
But the jealous Mitch
Is ready to shoot
Peep
But it ain't complete
The day is foul
Without a big butt and smile
I need a trick
That's running wet
Like Fury Of The Nile
Bumped into
Stepped unto
This chick
That's thick
And photogenic
In a minute
Imma get up in it
With a jimmy
To avoid
That AIDS epidemic
Get it
Got it
Good in the hood
Shit's all good
Niggas so I knocked on wood
Got to her crib
Drank some Crown
Laid me down
Showed me the goods
Then knock knock
Who's that
She said
Her man
And he might be strapped
With a gat
Put back on my shit
Time to show this fool
Just here it's at
Ready to get rough
She opened up enough
So I can see
She cracked it a bit
But that nigga pushed her
Then came after me
Extended arm
And bodily harm
He should have caught the trigger
Chiggers
Bitch Made
Mitch bade
Nigga

[Hook]
Have you
Ever met a nigga
Who was pie sprung
It's a lot of slinky niggas
Where I come from
There's another missile catcher
Just like 'em
His name is Mitchell Bade
Mitchell Bade
If a Mitch is in your mist
You best to check one
And be ret to for milli
When the next one comes
If that nigga
Got a foot off
Off in his rectum
His name is Mitchell Bade
Mitchell Bade

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