I keep my temperature at 74 when I'm at the crib
And 79 in the winter time, thats just how I live
But when the homies call n say lets hit the town,
When we do them haters frown,
Nigga turn the heat down
I know we skip the line,
N bitches think we fine
I know you feelin drunk n tough,
But you best recline
You don't wanna get stained
Its pain in this lane
I'mma check they temperature,
They all up in my mix mane
Whuttup? Suckas!
Aint no lookin back!
I just wanna know,
Whut'chu niggas lookin at?
I just come to kick it with the bitches,
I aint come for you
If you really want it,
Yeah my homies got a gun or two
I take on every one of you,
Whut'chu wanna do
Don't forget I got this whole club on my side,
Trippin is dumb'a you
Stop, everybody, whuts that sound?
It sound like a hater bout to get the beat down
With the quick.
N why they wanna go n get me pissed,
When they know I'm with me clique
N a real nigga like mitch he's slick
On this Hennessy, sprite n lemon,
Fuck these niggas, invite the women
Bustas wanna insight the grimin,
Now ya gatta invite the crimin-als
Don't gimmie that bullshit,
Nigga dont gimmie no looks
Ya better get over the shit,
A veterin knowin'll pathetic
N let up fuckin ya hit me up cuz
So ya better snap ya fangers
And then rrock with it
Cuz if ya chops spit it
I'mma let somethin hot hit it
Bout a hundred somethin,
He looked like he wanted somethin
Remey had him beefy,
Now he look like a honey bun or somethin
[Chorus:]
AYE why they always gatta trip wit'cha
I'm mindin my bidness,
Now I gatta check yo temperature
AYE, playa hater man ya fixin' ta
Make me lose it if ya heated
When I check ya temperature
AYE Now I aint come to play games,
So why ya gatta go n make me check ya temperature mane
AYE N I guess we all gonn' bang,
If ya heated when I check ya temperature mane
Ah!
Kick it
Stay fresh
Step out
In my sundays best
Bitches trippin
You'll get slapped
Hold up wait
Watchu bitches lookin at?
I'm callin askin
Why you askin bout me?
If for that liquor
She said cuz she spittin
New vics in a mix
Of tech n9ne and twista
Lip singing and chris at
?? at
Hundred grand
They spendin spend
Let louie v
And my womens wet
Who is she?
Cuz I been there
Who is he?
He aint a threat
Who am I?
KC Boss bitch
Watchu doin?
Tryin to snap back
A hundred degrees
I'm heated
Eat it
Like it was your dinner roll
You've never been a friend to me
Bitch betta check yo temperature
I'll block you like rocky on cocky
Catch a lotta bombs
Try to knock me from my heiarchy
Straight down on calasackis
These poppies like that seed that
Hung from over seas
We g's livin in that clipse so hard
That stunday is a stootin star
What the fuck you hoes stand for?
Knowin you all are some scared hoes
Make me start a girl fight
Betta check this bitches fair height
Blowin niggas I'm BeBe
See broke niggas I Skeske
I'll choke ya head
Beacuse see
They gon drop you like my cd
[Chorus]
To tell you the truth
We havin a ball
There's bitches all over the place
To Tell you the truth
We havin a ball
There's bitches all over the place
There's bitches all over the place
Why is you niggas all up in my face?
I'm from the flipt a script
And start trippin on them like
Whatchu niggas lookin at?
I think these niggas might need some glasses
What they lookin at?
I poodle tuckin its tail
I aint ever been mistookin that
Plus I can read your game plan
Like my book of raps
Last nigga that tried it
Caught a ride n then he took a nap
Nigga sleep go night night
For fuckin wit niggas that fight fight
And some of you suckas be hatin
Cuz we shinin like some bright lights
Tee nutty your street buddy
Tech n9ne in the click
They betta act like they got system
Lookin at me n go get in a bitch
That nigga ??
Flipt a script
And my nigga bow down
Straight from cal with a .50 cal wow
Ask around and they tell you blaow blaow
Aint nobody trippin off of you
I jus wanna kick it and be cool
Half of these niggas are up in this motha fucka
Wanna be part of the crew
Cuz they know we do the fool
Go dumb and act retarded
Dont ever like the started
But you can be our target
If I lose it open your mouth
For this thermometer
But check a niggas temperature
Ridin off with your chick
Smokin bomb wit her
[Chorus]
B. Boy lyrics - Tech N9ne (feat. Big Scoob, Bumpy Knuckles, Kutt Calhoun, Skatterman)
[Introduction:]
B. Boys and B. Girls stand up.
Down South, Midwest, East Coast, West Coast, Globally, everywhere.
Yea, Tech N9ne now... Let's go!
[Chorus:]
Swing first, I'm a destroy.
You a curse, I'm a B. Boy!
Cherried up, got 'em p-noid
Let the whole world know I'm a B. Boy! [x2]
[Verse 1: Big Scoob]
I watched Snoop do it, he let that blue flag hang.
So let Scoob do it, I'm a let that brown rag swang.
Me to deuce to it, boy that's just a 5, 6 thang.
Now SU-WU, WOOP!
That's how we rep this gang.
I ain't new to it, for real I got that bang in my veins.
And I'm true to it, all I know is bang 'em and 'caine
So get use to it, validation now I'm with Strange.
ALL these villains off the block have been incinerated in flames
[Kutt Calhoun:]
I pledge allegiance to the flag, My united hoods of dow-murity.
I'm certified, around the time bangin' was so influencing
I made it with my heart and bandana in hopes of unity, and left out a family with a.40 cal and a newer me.
My Deuce click represent, red rag regiment, red rope replicates, whips runt recreate.
Rest I won't recommend
Reffs don't let ya win, Red Rider Warriors we reppin to find the testament we...
[Chorus x2]
[Verse 2: Skatterman]
Five ten 235, hell of a left hook.
Niggas think the feds came and got when they got West Crook.
A vent look, pull up stuntin and get your vet took.
Or we could stand Mono Emono and get your best whoop.
Knuckle up knucklehead, nigga been with this knuckle game.
Still fuckin the street with Kutt and Kali, baby ain't nothin change (STRANGE!)
A drive for with out no paper work, organize drive-bys and your neighbor hurt.
Send a couple guys to have you and your neighbor Merc.
Show you I ain't playin fuck around and knock your neighbor first.
It's Skatterman, pussy more than just the virgin son.
Who you think Tech gonna call to make sure that the Dirt get done.
Red cap, red shirt, red shoe strings.
My.45 is a bitch, and I think she havin mood swings (Mood Swings?)
You think them boys got guns watch what your dude bring.
Fully auto AR-15, wipe out the Blue Team!
[Chorus x2]
[Verse 3: Tech N9ne]
Beats bangin better bring it big or bounce bitch.
Bout to blast with the blood and backin this black brick.
Boss ballin with breakin bred and against breed.
And beautiful biancas, bideos, and begas with big b.
Bow before brilliance, blessed to be buildin it.
Best in this Bari o Bane and bazaar and more bills in this.
Bangin this baby's be blingin as his booty.
Big booty, big bucks, bringin this his pencil in as big bucks!
I'm a black baboon, bring me bags of bananas.
Bonefied, billy bad ass with a brown bandanna.
Been gone with bicardi-bilou and I'm bout to be bigger bent,
But if I break, you bein busted before I'm blown and belligerent.
Six deuce brings dick in it, I'm bloated than Blimpy.
Broades be blowin me in the back of the black Bently.
Never known about bringin no Brucy.
But I've been in the bomb like Sha Boobla Boopy! [pause]
[Bumpy Knuckles:]
Yo it's the OG bumpy knucks knucks, I roll with them B. Boys.
Be walkin round strapped up-up,
You can talk that killa shit if you want my niggas guarantee that you'll get clacked up-up.
See I'm the beast, you the bitch picture battlin baby, in the blood,
Tech Nina's saddled up-up.
And for the record nigga, check mine and you will find that I shoot legendary statuses niggas up-up.
Come on, be like bumpy ya gotta be a big ball breaker (pow!)
Crack a nigga jaws like a jaw breaker (craaack!)
Knock ya out and and hit them pockets like a cold hand.
I'm bust ya mothafuckin shit and I'm an old man.
They said my music was Strange until I made me sum change and now they ridin my nuts-nuts.
Tech N9ne's out the window, you see them KC Killas ridin by y'all niggas better duck-duck!
[Chorus x2]
B. Boys and B. Girls stand up.
Down South, Midwest, East Coast, West Coast, Globally, everywhere.
Yea, Tech N9ne now... Let's go!
[Chorus:]
Swing first, I'm a destroy.
You a curse, I'm a B. Boy!
Cherried up, got 'em p-noid
Let the whole world know I'm a B. Boy! [x2]
[Verse 1: Big Scoob]
I watched Snoop do it, he let that blue flag hang.
So let Scoob do it, I'm a let that brown rag swang.
Me to deuce to it, boy that's just a 5, 6 thang.
Now SU-WU, WOOP!
That's how we rep this gang.
I ain't new to it, for real I got that bang in my veins.
And I'm true to it, all I know is bang 'em and 'caine
So get use to it, validation now I'm with Strange.
ALL these villains off the block have been incinerated in flames
[Kutt Calhoun:]
I pledge allegiance to the flag, My united hoods of dow-murity.
I'm certified, around the time bangin' was so influencing
I made it with my heart and bandana in hopes of unity, and left out a family with a.40 cal and a newer me.
My Deuce click represent, red rag regiment, red rope replicates, whips runt recreate.
Rest I won't recommend
Reffs don't let ya win, Red Rider Warriors we reppin to find the testament we...
[Chorus x2]
[Verse 2: Skatterman]
Five ten 235, hell of a left hook.
Niggas think the feds came and got when they got West Crook.
A vent look, pull up stuntin and get your vet took.
Or we could stand Mono Emono and get your best whoop.
Knuckle up knucklehead, nigga been with this knuckle game.
Still fuckin the street with Kutt and Kali, baby ain't nothin change (STRANGE!)
A drive for with out no paper work, organize drive-bys and your neighbor hurt.
Send a couple guys to have you and your neighbor Merc.
Show you I ain't playin fuck around and knock your neighbor first.
It's Skatterman, pussy more than just the virgin son.
Who you think Tech gonna call to make sure that the Dirt get done.
Red cap, red shirt, red shoe strings.
My.45 is a bitch, and I think she havin mood swings (Mood Swings?)
You think them boys got guns watch what your dude bring.
Fully auto AR-15, wipe out the Blue Team!
[Chorus x2]
[Verse 3: Tech N9ne]
Beats bangin better bring it big or bounce bitch.
Bout to blast with the blood and backin this black brick.
Boss ballin with breakin bred and against breed.
And beautiful biancas, bideos, and begas with big b.
Bow before brilliance, blessed to be buildin it.
Best in this Bari o Bane and bazaar and more bills in this.
Bangin this baby's be blingin as his booty.
Big booty, big bucks, bringin this his pencil in as big bucks!
I'm a black baboon, bring me bags of bananas.
Bonefied, billy bad ass with a brown bandanna.
Been gone with bicardi-bilou and I'm bout to be bigger bent,
But if I break, you bein busted before I'm blown and belligerent.
Six deuce brings dick in it, I'm bloated than Blimpy.
Broades be blowin me in the back of the black Bently.
Never known about bringin no Brucy.
But I've been in the bomb like Sha Boobla Boopy! [pause]
[Bumpy Knuckles:]
Yo it's the OG bumpy knucks knucks, I roll with them B. Boys.
Be walkin round strapped up-up,
You can talk that killa shit if you want my niggas guarantee that you'll get clacked up-up.
See I'm the beast, you the bitch picture battlin baby, in the blood,
Tech Nina's saddled up-up.
And for the record nigga, check mine and you will find that I shoot legendary statuses niggas up-up.
Come on, be like bumpy ya gotta be a big ball breaker (pow!)
Crack a nigga jaws like a jaw breaker (craaack!)
Knock ya out and and hit them pockets like a cold hand.
I'm bust ya mothafuckin shit and I'm an old man.
They said my music was Strange until I made me sum change and now they ridin my nuts-nuts.
Tech N9ne's out the window, you see them KC Killas ridin by y'all niggas better duck-duck!
[Chorus x2]
Hunterish lyrics - Tech N9ne (feat. Irv Da Phenom, Krizz Kaliko)
You're one hunder-ed, we so hunter-ish
You're one hunder-ed, we so hunter-ish
[Tech]
Unga bunga bunga, ingda bing da bunga
It's fun ta hunt the cunt ta ding the ding ta feed muh hunga
I jump on a bitch, pump on a chick, crunch n munch on a clit, dunk on a dick
Somethin sunk in it quick, krump in it bit, humpin the Ninna, bring the thunda
I be the king'a kung, up in ya spleen, the weenas on ya
I - eat it up like sufamunda, cheese between lisagna
I - skeet it up, n giddy up, fiend fa cream, va-geena tongue
Then feed the need, we lump fa huntas, easily we done ya
The gal sho look like fuck food ta me
might as well, bitch, I know you suck dudes for free
I can smell slit, when I'm in lust to a degree
If the shell fits, I'm the dust, you is dibres, trick
If you one hunder-ed, we so hunter-ish
We come for the wonder chicks, whos buns're thick to make my lumber spit
And my whole crew hunt
Want some'a that new chum
Kerri Hilson, sho looks good
Taste good too punk
You're one hunder-ed, we so hunter-ish
[Irv Da Phenom]
(?) take notice I'm approachin, scopin out where the cushion at
Snatch her out this habitat, soon as I stab my hook in that
Can't stop lickin my chops, watchin her walk, n now I'm look at
them pair of apple Bottoms n that bomb donka that she put in that
I got bottle full'a captain n jack, n I'm ready to get it crackin
Baby now tell me whut'chu wanna do
I got a package full a magnums thats back at the pad if you wanna attack
Then I'mma be strapped up for you
And all ya home girls, baby bring the whole hurd!
Its open season for pillow squeezin, n leavin toes curled
Inebriated, slightly faded, time to get it poppin
Pull u p the bus, open the doors, n all the bunnies hop in
Show me her naval ring, said theres one more underneath it
Tech I don't believe, Kalli whut you think? (LET ME SEE IT!)
The newest member of the Drill Team
I'm on the prowl
Just a wiff'a the feminin scent I'm equpin for infinite pimpin, its goin down
See baby girl, I'll beat it up, and put it in a headlock
When I snap n go primevil on that ass, makin the bed rock
You're one hunder-ed, we so hunter-ish
[Krizz]
I'm a sexual preditor, better alert the neighbors
Cuz they desprite house wives, is just my flavor
Darth Vadar, pullin out my light saber
And they like my hard candy covered now and later
Spear chuck'a mutha (HEY!) I'm a hunta, gathera
Lookin for a super soaka n lofa ladderal
Bend'er over then ya stroke her, I mean ya stabbin'er
Get to pokin, get to strokin, I mean ya ravage'r
(?migowa?) I'm eatin bush babies right out the showa
Dine with me n N9ne, byin fine wine
We devour ya, carnivourish niggerish
I gobble the top ya like it was licorish
I even tell fat girls (HEY!) come here, are ya ticklish?
Dirk Diggler, might hurt'cha but might fit'cha
Honey want a hunt'cha just ta hit'cha
S'go on, take a chance, when I advance, don't freeze up
Somethin in ya pants I wanna beat up cuz, ya-ya-ya-
You're one hunder-ed, we so hunter-ish
You're one hunder-ed, we so hunter-ish
[Tech]
Unga bunga bunga, ingda bing da bunga
It's fun ta hunt the cunt ta ding the ding ta feed muh hunga
I jump on a bitch, pump on a chick, crunch n munch on a clit, dunk on a dick
Somethin sunk in it quick, krump in it bit, humpin the Ninna, bring the thunda
I be the king'a kung, up in ya spleen, the weenas on ya
I - eat it up like sufamunda, cheese between lisagna
I - skeet it up, n giddy up, fiend fa cream, va-geena tongue
Then feed the need, we lump fa huntas, easily we done ya
The gal sho look like fuck food ta me
might as well, bitch, I know you suck dudes for free
I can smell slit, when I'm in lust to a degree
If the shell fits, I'm the dust, you is dibres, trick
If you one hunder-ed, we so hunter-ish
We come for the wonder chicks, whos buns're thick to make my lumber spit
And my whole crew hunt
Want some'a that new chum
Kerri Hilson, sho looks good
Taste good too punk
You're one hunder-ed, we so hunter-ish
[Irv Da Phenom]
(?) take notice I'm approachin, scopin out where the cushion at
Snatch her out this habitat, soon as I stab my hook in that
Can't stop lickin my chops, watchin her walk, n now I'm look at
them pair of apple Bottoms n that bomb donka that she put in that
I got bottle full'a captain n jack, n I'm ready to get it crackin
Baby now tell me whut'chu wanna do
I got a package full a magnums thats back at the pad if you wanna attack
Then I'mma be strapped up for you
And all ya home girls, baby bring the whole hurd!
Its open season for pillow squeezin, n leavin toes curled
Inebriated, slightly faded, time to get it poppin
Pull u p the bus, open the doors, n all the bunnies hop in
Show me her naval ring, said theres one more underneath it
Tech I don't believe, Kalli whut you think? (LET ME SEE IT!)
The newest member of the Drill Team
I'm on the prowl
Just a wiff'a the feminin scent I'm equpin for infinite pimpin, its goin down
See baby girl, I'll beat it up, and put it in a headlock
When I snap n go primevil on that ass, makin the bed rock
You're one hunder-ed, we so hunter-ish
[Krizz]
I'm a sexual preditor, better alert the neighbors
Cuz they desprite house wives, is just my flavor
Darth Vadar, pullin out my light saber
And they like my hard candy covered now and later
Spear chuck'a mutha (HEY!) I'm a hunta, gathera
Lookin for a super soaka n lofa ladderal
Bend'er over then ya stroke her, I mean ya stabbin'er
Get to pokin, get to strokin, I mean ya ravage'r
(?migowa?) I'm eatin bush babies right out the showa
Dine with me n N9ne, byin fine wine
We devour ya, carnivourish niggerish
I gobble the top ya like it was licorish
I even tell fat girls (HEY!) come here, are ya ticklish?
Dirk Diggler, might hurt'cha but might fit'cha
Honey want a hunt'cha just ta hit'cha
S'go on, take a chance, when I advance, don't freeze up
Somethin in ya pants I wanna beat up cuz, ya-ya-ya-
You're one hunder-ed, we so hunter-ish
The Pick Up (Skit) lyrics - Tech N9ne
It was a Sunday night around 8:30 pm
I was rollin' by myself in the Benz leavin to a park
Bangin' some of the homie fattone's classic shit
So I'm rollin down Maya Blvrd
Then I busted a right on prospect lookin' to be seen by a bad bitch and whatdya know...
A stallion
Ass like
Chest like... (ooo areola!)
Lips like (blam!)
So I pulled right next to her on the corner of 63rd street
'Bout ta front like im sellin her my cd and said
[Tech:]
What's sizzlin' mama what's crackin'?
[Girl:]
Wassup cuz?
[Tech:]
Uh na I'm just tryin ta sell u this cd
Na u know what you so fine I don't even wanna sell you this cd
I'mma give u this cd baby girl
[Girl:]
Oh ya cuz?
What is this shit cuz?
[Tech:]
It's my new shit baby
[Girl:]
Is this some tech n9ne shit cuz?
[Tech:]
Uh ya
[Girl:]
Aw na I don't want this devil worship shit cuz
I'm good cuz
[Tech:]
Anyway nigga I'm just tryin' to give u the goddamn cd
U know what I got some...
[Girl:]
Na cuz
Na, na
[Tech:]
No listen listen
Look hold on let's walk over here to my trunk
I got some new shit
[Girl:]
Oh yeah?
[Tech:]
Come come over here
I got some other artists
[Girl:]
Oh yeh cuz?
[Tech:]
You might like some big scoob shit or somethin'
Come come on come check this shit out
[Girl:]
'ight let me check this shit out cuz
I was rollin' by myself in the Benz leavin to a park
Bangin' some of the homie fattone's classic shit
So I'm rollin down Maya Blvrd
Then I busted a right on prospect lookin' to be seen by a bad bitch and whatdya know...
A stallion
Ass like
Chest like... (ooo areola!)
Lips like (blam!)
So I pulled right next to her on the corner of 63rd street
'Bout ta front like im sellin her my cd and said
[Tech:]
What's sizzlin' mama what's crackin'?
[Girl:]
Wassup cuz?
[Tech:]
Uh na I'm just tryin ta sell u this cd
Na u know what you so fine I don't even wanna sell you this cd
I'mma give u this cd baby girl
[Girl:]
Oh ya cuz?
What is this shit cuz?
[Tech:]
It's my new shit baby
[Girl:]
Is this some tech n9ne shit cuz?
[Tech:]
Uh ya
[Girl:]
Aw na I don't want this devil worship shit cuz
I'm good cuz
[Tech:]
Anyway nigga I'm just tryin' to give u the goddamn cd
U know what I got some...
[Girl:]
Na cuz
Na, na
[Tech:]
No listen listen
Look hold on let's walk over here to my trunk
I got some new shit
[Girl:]
Oh yeah?
[Tech:]
Come come over here
I got some other artists
[Girl:]
Oh yeh cuz?
[Tech:]
You might like some big scoob shit or somethin'
Come come on come check this shit out
[Girl:]
'ight let me check this shit out cuz
In The Trunk lyrics - Tech N9ne
[Chorus]
Threw her in the trunk
Was tryin to smash
Get her cash
But her mouth was hella fast
So I threw her ass (in the trunk)
And even though she had a big plump rump
I threw her in and let the beat bump (through her in the trunk)
[Repeat X2]
2K11 ridin so low
In the benz on the twins hella low pro
Slingin CDs out the trunk of modo
My mojo said "a thick bitch" so I go slow
I pull it over tryin to get up on her bumper
wantin to crunch her so I "baby my new CD is a slumper"
It'll make the trunk thunder
Girl your rump give me lumber
Up under the sheets I can put you in a real deep slumber
She said fuck Tecca Nina didn't feel her
Did everything within my power not to kill her
Disrespectful bitch I really wish that I can grill her
Light on my head said that said put her in the trunk man you can steal her
I put the hater bitch in a head lock
She flippin out
I pop the trunk she crunk but I'm ain't bout to chicken out
I'm sick and tired of bein nice and lettin shit go by
She said fuck that Tech N9ne bullshit so I
[Chorus]
Threw her in the trunk
Was tryin to smash
Get her cash
But her mouth was hella fast
So I threw her ass (in the trunk)
And even though she had a big plump rump
I threw her in an let the beat bump (through her in the trunk)
[Repeat X2]
I'm bumpin everything that beat like gangsta shop
I bangs the rap in her ear til she gives thanks to that
Never take a prisoner where you hang your hat
Imma roll around wit her in the trunk
Poppin that Tech N9ne slump til the little bitch faint collapse
Imma roll to Topeka
Tecca Nina 'll reach her if I gotta double back to Eureka
Crispy flows through my tweetas
Bumpin this ring when I roll through a teeta
Wait a minute I think this bitch is trying to kick a hole through my speakas
Get my gun then I open the trunk and said
Get out the God damn trunk! (OK!)
Get on the God damn ground! Take off your God damn belt! (You a crazy mutha fucker!)
Put it around your ankles! Imma tie up your wrists myself! (OK! OK!)
I just wanted some drank n shit! What wrong with you?
(spitting sound) Bitch! (Ahh!)
The hell wrong with you?!
(Hey)
The hot sex was not slam dunk
Rode for hours then I stop right off van brun
When a bitch talkin crazy like a lost mans chump
Shode say "I throw bitch in the God damn trunk!"
[Chorus]
Threw her in the trunk
Was tryin to smash
Get her cash
But her mouth was hella fast
So I threw her ass (in the trunk)
And even though she had a big plump rump
I threw her in an let the beat bump (through her in the trunk)
[Repeat X2]
Hours turn to days
Days turn to weeks
Had to drill holes in the trunk so she could drink n eat
Whatever I stuff through the holes
Hot dogs n hohos
Kidnapped on a low low spoke no mo
Oh no go slow there the po-po
I gotta ditch this
Bitch with a quickness
Man I just remembered this Benz-o was lifted
From Swope Park that's where I'm about to go dart
Letter know art
For the evil bitch and the brainless witch with no heart
It got so dark
[Random woman]
Police are still looking for 21-year old Crystal Nelson who has been missing since last Sunday.
Friends and family told police they thought this was yet another one of Crystal's weekend excursions.
But after all this time, they're still worried sick.
[Tech]
Its been fun mama
Fed her my catalog like adderall
Fucked up in the trunk with rump is how I had her ya'll
In a ditch
Walked back to the trunk
Wicked is how I sounded
Whispered "Bet that you love Tech N9ne now, bitch"
(Threw her in the trunk)
[Police]
Uh, I think I found the missing Mercedes here in Swope Park, uh, in a ditch near shelter 5.
Uh, it appears the car is still running. Um, music's playing.
Um, I'm approaching the car now, um, let me turn down the music.
Um, I'm gonna go ahead and pop the trunk.
There's an African-American female in the trunk.
She's tied up and appears to be delirious.
[Girl]
Tech Tech N9ne N9ne
[Police]
This could be the girl that's missing from last week.
[Girl]
Tech Tech N9ne N9ne Tech Tech N9ne N9ne
(Threw her in the trunk)
Threw her in the trunk
Was tryin to smash
Get her cash
But her mouth was hella fast
So I threw her ass (in the trunk)
And even though she had a big plump rump
I threw her in and let the beat bump (through her in the trunk)
[Repeat X2]
2K11 ridin so low
In the benz on the twins hella low pro
Slingin CDs out the trunk of modo
My mojo said "a thick bitch" so I go slow
I pull it over tryin to get up on her bumper
wantin to crunch her so I "baby my new CD is a slumper"
It'll make the trunk thunder
Girl your rump give me lumber
Up under the sheets I can put you in a real deep slumber
She said fuck Tecca Nina didn't feel her
Did everything within my power not to kill her
Disrespectful bitch I really wish that I can grill her
Light on my head said that said put her in the trunk man you can steal her
I put the hater bitch in a head lock
She flippin out
I pop the trunk she crunk but I'm ain't bout to chicken out
I'm sick and tired of bein nice and lettin shit go by
She said fuck that Tech N9ne bullshit so I
[Chorus]
Threw her in the trunk
Was tryin to smash
Get her cash
But her mouth was hella fast
So I threw her ass (in the trunk)
And even though she had a big plump rump
I threw her in an let the beat bump (through her in the trunk)
[Repeat X2]
I'm bumpin everything that beat like gangsta shop
I bangs the rap in her ear til she gives thanks to that
Never take a prisoner where you hang your hat
Imma roll around wit her in the trunk
Poppin that Tech N9ne slump til the little bitch faint collapse
Imma roll to Topeka
Tecca Nina 'll reach her if I gotta double back to Eureka
Crispy flows through my tweetas
Bumpin this ring when I roll through a teeta
Wait a minute I think this bitch is trying to kick a hole through my speakas
Get my gun then I open the trunk and said
Get out the God damn trunk! (OK!)
Get on the God damn ground! Take off your God damn belt! (You a crazy mutha fucker!)
Put it around your ankles! Imma tie up your wrists myself! (OK! OK!)
I just wanted some drank n shit! What wrong with you?
(spitting sound) Bitch! (Ahh!)
The hell wrong with you?!
(Hey)
The hot sex was not slam dunk
Rode for hours then I stop right off van brun
When a bitch talkin crazy like a lost mans chump
Shode say "I throw bitch in the God damn trunk!"
[Chorus]
Threw her in the trunk
Was tryin to smash
Get her cash
But her mouth was hella fast
So I threw her ass (in the trunk)
And even though she had a big plump rump
I threw her in an let the beat bump (through her in the trunk)
[Repeat X2]
Hours turn to days
Days turn to weeks
Had to drill holes in the trunk so she could drink n eat
Whatever I stuff through the holes
Hot dogs n hohos
Kidnapped on a low low spoke no mo
Oh no go slow there the po-po
I gotta ditch this
Bitch with a quickness
Man I just remembered this Benz-o was lifted
From Swope Park that's where I'm about to go dart
Letter know art
For the evil bitch and the brainless witch with no heart
It got so dark
[Random woman]
Police are still looking for 21-year old Crystal Nelson who has been missing since last Sunday.
Friends and family told police they thought this was yet another one of Crystal's weekend excursions.
But after all this time, they're still worried sick.
[Tech]
Its been fun mama
Fed her my catalog like adderall
Fucked up in the trunk with rump is how I had her ya'll
In a ditch
Walked back to the trunk
Wicked is how I sounded
Whispered "Bet that you love Tech N9ne now, bitch"
(Threw her in the trunk)
[Police]
Uh, I think I found the missing Mercedes here in Swope Park, uh, in a ditch near shelter 5.
Uh, it appears the car is still running. Um, music's playing.
Um, I'm approaching the car now, um, let me turn down the music.
Um, I'm gonna go ahead and pop the trunk.
There's an African-American female in the trunk.
She's tied up and appears to be delirious.
[Girl]
Tech Tech N9ne N9ne
[Police]
This could be the girl that's missing from last week.
[Girl]
Tech Tech N9ne N9ne Tech Tech N9ne N9ne
(Threw her in the trunk)
Pinocchiho lyrics - Tech N9ne
Imma put my best foot forward on This night, put a couple of hands of grease in my hair an in my eyebrows and now I'm tight.
I wanna be with a woman and just This one, but the taste of blood is still on my tongue.
If I could just eat food instead of her D boobs, I want this one alive when the morning comes...
[Chorus]
I just want to be a normal boy,
Just wanna be a normal boy.
If I only could just keep the women off my tongue, then she can be my number one lady.
I just want to be a normal boy,
Just wanna be a normal boy.
If I only could just keep the women off my tongue, then she can be my number one lady.
Oh please, oh please, oh please
Just give me just one more clit,
one more tit,
one more bitch.
What does I gotta do to get me fixed?
Cause I gotta have this one in my mix.
She's so beautiful I would slit
both my wrists
if she split
when she finds out that I'm so sick.
I eat women.
I really eat women.
They're really delicious.
I gotta be knowin so I can make her the Mrs.
I gotta date with her so I can tell her my wishes,
Even though I'm a beast but she don't know that I'm vicious.
So I meet her at her place and she's so sweet.
Made me dinner but really want her meat
From her cheek,
Maybe her feet.
I'm tring to be discrete,
but I really want to eat
her out completely.
Teach me,
to keep it away from her,
the eating and tape on her,
the chewing away fingers.
Once she feeds me I'm lovin me tasting her.
Can I just have a normal night?
I just want to be the man to live normal life
normal wife
keep her in the formal white,
but the psycho creature with the horn will bite.
It's almost sun up now.
I'm getting done up, wow.
Fellatio.
But I found out she was insatiable.
She wanted me to do her too,
don't want to see me through her view,
Cause I got on my knees,
started doin my deed,
But then I accidentally chew her out.
I wanna be with a woman and just This one, but the taste of blood is still on my tongue.
If I could just eat food instead of her D boobs, I want this one alive when the morning comes...
[Chorus]
I just want to be a normal boy,
Just wanna be a normal boy.
If I only could just keep the women off my tongue, then she can be my number one lady.
I just want to be a normal boy,
Just wanna be a normal boy.
If I only could just keep the women off my tongue, then she can be my number one lady.
Oh please, oh please, oh please
Just give me just one more clit,
one more tit,
one more bitch.
What does I gotta do to get me fixed?
Cause I gotta have this one in my mix.
She's so beautiful I would slit
both my wrists
if she split
when she finds out that I'm so sick.
I eat women.
I really eat women.
They're really delicious.
I gotta be knowin so I can make her the Mrs.
I gotta date with her so I can tell her my wishes,
Even though I'm a beast but she don't know that I'm vicious.
So I meet her at her place and she's so sweet.
Made me dinner but really want her meat
From her cheek,
Maybe her feet.
I'm tring to be discrete,
but I really want to eat
her out completely.
Teach me,
to keep it away from her,
the eating and tape on her,
the chewing away fingers.
Once she feeds me I'm lovin me tasting her.
Can I just have a normal night?
I just want to be the man to live normal life
normal wife
keep her in the formal white,
but the psycho creature with the horn will bite.
It's almost sun up now.
I'm getting done up, wow.
Fellatio.
But I found out she was insatiable.
She wanted me to do her too,
don't want to see me through her view,
Cause I got on my knees,
started doin my deed,
But then I accidentally chew her out.
Horns lyrics - Tech N9ne (feat. King Gordy, Prozak)
[Verse 1: Tech N9ne]
I'm a nice guy
My lifes a light sky
So Much love I might cry
Not! Nice Try
I'm an evil seed and the day I sleep and the night fly
G.A.Z.E. in my E.Y.E'Z and you might die
I'm a horn dog, gotta lotta of the porn yall
Warned yall, I was straight born raw like Ornthall
But I'm way worse because he was cornball
I remember keeping him in my dungeon with a leather suit
And a orange ball in his mouth
I had some foreign bra's in his house
How did they get twisted and torn claws when in bout
Nine inches then I stuffed dorn draws in his couch
For now I let em suffer in the morn. all then its ouch
I have a devils haircut in my mind
That's why I be sucking blood and busting nuts in my rhymes,
I'm horny so don't ignore me if your semi-fine
Me and Gordy, Prozak love orgies and we in our prime and we
[Chorus:]
Can't hide the (horns)
And I must hide the (horns)
I live with the (horns)
So I die with the (horns)
If you fuck with the (horns)
Then you get the (horns)
So if you want the (horns)
Then I'll give you the (horns)
[Repeat]
[Verse 2: Prozak]
Schizophrenic thoughts spin around my mind sorta like rotisserie
Spittin this wicked ministry to the beat of this rebeck's symphony, with a sin for me
Separated by 6 degrees of greed for centuries
And hatred engulfs my sensories like hallow screams from penitentiaries
This perpetuus cycle of depression intention remains bottomless
Even my psychologist said suicide may be the only option out of this
And while the name prozak and insane seem to sustain synonyms
One half of me wants to engage in the fame while the other half subsides monogamously
A vigilantly that sends deadly packages through the mail
Confusing law enforcement agencies cause I write death threats in brail
With somewhat of a God complex sending the Arabs to the depths of hell
I warned you, you were for warned, now witness like horns unveiled
I'm taking you on a hell ride so grab those safety belts and fasten 'em
Through the screams of tortured souls and eternal flames crackling
Refusing to reap what you sow and wanna stop this all from happening
This madness will continue until all of strange' goes platinum
[Repeat Chorus:]
[Verse 3: King Gordy]
I'm in the Desert sands of Bethlehem
Trying to get Jesus to get Mary in the manger,
And molest a lamb!
Don't jerk yourself off Jesus, use someone elses hands,
So where's those damn disciples,
He'd like to have some sex again!
I guess Young Peter's receiving,
Cuz Jesus fucked his ass.
Christ is an effin' fag,
He likes to dress in drag.
But hey I guess his Dad is just as mad,
God woulda never had a sissy for a son,
Bet he's regrettin' that!
But yet we still ain't accept the fact,
That he's fuckin' his mother,
And at the Last Supper, he confesses that.
He's an undercover, Male-Lover,
And oh yeah, Heaven's wack!
He don't want the Light,
Now I got Christ wearin' black!
See, I'm the Devil on his shoulder,
Yeah I'm that scary fat demon,
That'll turn all you hethens into scaredy cats.
King Gordy, the ANTI-Christ, God Killer (no you)
Before and AFTER Christ, I'm called a Sinner,
Muthafucker!
I'm a nice guy
My lifes a light sky
So Much love I might cry
Not! Nice Try
I'm an evil seed and the day I sleep and the night fly
G.A.Z.E. in my E.Y.E'Z and you might die
I'm a horn dog, gotta lotta of the porn yall
Warned yall, I was straight born raw like Ornthall
But I'm way worse because he was cornball
I remember keeping him in my dungeon with a leather suit
And a orange ball in his mouth
I had some foreign bra's in his house
How did they get twisted and torn claws when in bout
Nine inches then I stuffed dorn draws in his couch
For now I let em suffer in the morn. all then its ouch
I have a devils haircut in my mind
That's why I be sucking blood and busting nuts in my rhymes,
I'm horny so don't ignore me if your semi-fine
Me and Gordy, Prozak love orgies and we in our prime and we
[Chorus:]
Can't hide the (horns)
And I must hide the (horns)
I live with the (horns)
So I die with the (horns)
If you fuck with the (horns)
Then you get the (horns)
So if you want the (horns)
Then I'll give you the (horns)
[Repeat]
[Verse 2: Prozak]
Schizophrenic thoughts spin around my mind sorta like rotisserie
Spittin this wicked ministry to the beat of this rebeck's symphony, with a sin for me
Separated by 6 degrees of greed for centuries
And hatred engulfs my sensories like hallow screams from penitentiaries
This perpetuus cycle of depression intention remains bottomless
Even my psychologist said suicide may be the only option out of this
And while the name prozak and insane seem to sustain synonyms
One half of me wants to engage in the fame while the other half subsides monogamously
A vigilantly that sends deadly packages through the mail
Confusing law enforcement agencies cause I write death threats in brail
With somewhat of a God complex sending the Arabs to the depths of hell
I warned you, you were for warned, now witness like horns unveiled
I'm taking you on a hell ride so grab those safety belts and fasten 'em
Through the screams of tortured souls and eternal flames crackling
Refusing to reap what you sow and wanna stop this all from happening
This madness will continue until all of strange' goes platinum
[Repeat Chorus:]
[Verse 3: King Gordy]
I'm in the Desert sands of Bethlehem
Trying to get Jesus to get Mary in the manger,
And molest a lamb!
Don't jerk yourself off Jesus, use someone elses hands,
So where's those damn disciples,
He'd like to have some sex again!
I guess Young Peter's receiving,
Cuz Jesus fucked his ass.
Christ is an effin' fag,
He likes to dress in drag.
But hey I guess his Dad is just as mad,
God woulda never had a sissy for a son,
Bet he's regrettin' that!
But yet we still ain't accept the fact,
That he's fuckin' his mother,
And at the Last Supper, he confesses that.
He's an undercover, Male-Lover,
And oh yeah, Heaven's wack!
He don't want the Light,
Now I got Christ wearin' black!
See, I'm the Devil on his shoulder,
Yeah I'm that scary fat demon,
That'll turn all you hethens into scaredy cats.
King Gordy, the ANTI-Christ, God Killer (no you)
Before and AFTER Christ, I'm called a Sinner,
Muthafucker!
It Was An Accident lyrics - Tech N9ne (feat. Alan Wayne)
I was chillin with a bitch n I was noticin she was so sadistic
Wanted the Ninna to bite on the nipples n twist it
Suckin me off until she lost all of her lipstick
You know how it is when you ex-in on like seven of em
With a stick of sherm n adderall, nigga heaven love em
Cuz they get you lifted n thinkin you unstopable
But whut I'm bout to tell was so fuckin impossible
I started givin the bitch my dick, she lovin the way my jimmy be jabbin it
Wanted me to cut her up, I said "never", she said "imagine it with the tip of her butcher knife"
I think I took her life
This crazy hooker like pain that I put her right
Fuckin high n its insane how she look it life
She wish a nigga had fangs, n he took bite
I'm beatin it up with the aim for the pussy like, the pussy liked to be banged like it took a fight
Then she asked me to smack'er
Then she asked me to choke'r
So I choked her
As a nigga got closer to the nut I choked her even harder, when I rose up out the chocha
She wasn't breathin, a horrible evenin
Couldn't get her to breathe, I really tried ta
Did all I could, but it wasn't all to the good
So I had to call the ambulance over to come revive'r
It was an accident! (ha ha ha ooooo)
It was an accident! (ha ha ha ooooo)
It was an accident! (ha ha ha ooooo)
It was an accident! (ha ha ha ooooo)
It was an accident! (ha ha ha ooooo)
I don't be findin trouble it be findin me
I don't be findin trouble it be findin me
I don't be findin trouble it be findin me
I don't be findin trouble it be findin me
em nidnif eb ti elbuort nidnif eb t'nob I
em nidnif eb ti elbuort nidnif eb t'nob I
em nidnif eb ti elbuort nidnif eb t'nob I
em nidnif eb ti elbuort nidnif eb t'nob I
[Alan Wayne]
Shit I was only sixteen, just showin off
Never would've imagined the gun just goin off
I'm just trin ta show these niggas that I wasn't soft
I stayed off 87th street so thats whut all these niggas thought
Cuz they was from Hill Top, where niggas pill pop
So I'm pullin up to the chill spot, with the steel cocked
Still not - sure whut I was thinkin
N back then I wasn't even drinkin
So I'm leavin Lincoln Highschool off Woodland
Headed to the hood so I could hang out with the hoodlums
Couldn't wait to show em whut I as packin
Knock on the door, n he answered like "whats crackin?" n I said
"Shit. Just chillin, just me n my bitch.
But my bitch, I mean that fo-fif thats sittin on my hip.
Wanna see?" He said "yeah let me see!"
I pulled it out n gave it a good squeeze
I didn't know it didn't have no safety
Now this mans hittin his chest, and he can't breathe
Devil on my shoulder whisperin "Leave nigga, leave!"
But I swear...
It was an accident! (ha ha ha ooooo)
It was an accident! (ha ha ha ooooo)
It was an accident! (ha ha ha ooooo)
It was an accident! (ha ha ha ooooo)
It was an accident! (ha ha ha ooooo)
I don't be findin trouble it be findin me
I don't be findin trouble it be findin me
I don't be findin trouble it be findin me
I don't be findin trouble it be findin me
em nidnif eb ti elbuort nidnif eb t'nob I
em nidnif eb ti elbuort nidnif eb t'nob I
em nidnif eb ti elbuort nidnif eb t'nob I
em nidnif eb ti elbuort nidnif eb t'nob I
Wanted the Ninna to bite on the nipples n twist it
Suckin me off until she lost all of her lipstick
You know how it is when you ex-in on like seven of em
With a stick of sherm n adderall, nigga heaven love em
Cuz they get you lifted n thinkin you unstopable
But whut I'm bout to tell was so fuckin impossible
I started givin the bitch my dick, she lovin the way my jimmy be jabbin it
Wanted me to cut her up, I said "never", she said "imagine it with the tip of her butcher knife"
I think I took her life
This crazy hooker like pain that I put her right
Fuckin high n its insane how she look it life
She wish a nigga had fangs, n he took bite
I'm beatin it up with the aim for the pussy like, the pussy liked to be banged like it took a fight
Then she asked me to smack'er
Then she asked me to choke'r
So I choked her
As a nigga got closer to the nut I choked her even harder, when I rose up out the chocha
She wasn't breathin, a horrible evenin
Couldn't get her to breathe, I really tried ta
Did all I could, but it wasn't all to the good
So I had to call the ambulance over to come revive'r
It was an accident! (ha ha ha ooooo)
It was an accident! (ha ha ha ooooo)
It was an accident! (ha ha ha ooooo)
It was an accident! (ha ha ha ooooo)
It was an accident! (ha ha ha ooooo)
I don't be findin trouble it be findin me
I don't be findin trouble it be findin me
I don't be findin trouble it be findin me
I don't be findin trouble it be findin me
em nidnif eb ti elbuort nidnif eb t'nob I
em nidnif eb ti elbuort nidnif eb t'nob I
em nidnif eb ti elbuort nidnif eb t'nob I
em nidnif eb ti elbuort nidnif eb t'nob I
[Alan Wayne]
Shit I was only sixteen, just showin off
Never would've imagined the gun just goin off
I'm just trin ta show these niggas that I wasn't soft
I stayed off 87th street so thats whut all these niggas thought
Cuz they was from Hill Top, where niggas pill pop
So I'm pullin up to the chill spot, with the steel cocked
Still not - sure whut I was thinkin
N back then I wasn't even drinkin
So I'm leavin Lincoln Highschool off Woodland
Headed to the hood so I could hang out with the hoodlums
Couldn't wait to show em whut I as packin
Knock on the door, n he answered like "whats crackin?" n I said
"Shit. Just chillin, just me n my bitch.
But my bitch, I mean that fo-fif thats sittin on my hip.
Wanna see?" He said "yeah let me see!"
I pulled it out n gave it a good squeeze
I didn't know it didn't have no safety
Now this mans hittin his chest, and he can't breathe
Devil on my shoulder whisperin "Leave nigga, leave!"
But I swear...
It was an accident! (ha ha ha ooooo)
It was an accident! (ha ha ha ooooo)
It was an accident! (ha ha ha ooooo)
It was an accident! (ha ha ha ooooo)
It was an accident! (ha ha ha ooooo)
I don't be findin trouble it be findin me
I don't be findin trouble it be findin me
I don't be findin trouble it be findin me
I don't be findin trouble it be findin me
em nidnif eb ti elbuort nidnif eb t'nob I
em nidnif eb ti elbuort nidnif eb t'nob I
em nidnif eb ti elbuort nidnif eb t'nob I
em nidnif eb ti elbuort nidnif eb t'nob I
Shadows On The Road lyrics - Tech N9ne (feat. Krizz Kaliko)
[Chorus - Krizz Kaliko]
I see shadows on the road again
wonder if they comin for my soul
I get trapped up in this mode I'm in
and will I every grow old
[Verse 1 - Tech N9ne]
I member, them high nights
on x we find sites, to climb heights
unheard to man we line white
molly up it had to be non flight
mix it with weed and wet its chronkite, that shits beyond hype
spittin somethin we be trippin and seeing some shit
its fuckin up the buzz of me and the clique
so we hop up in the whip and flee with the quick
but the shadow make us swerve and we on the strip
did you see the shit? (ye I saw the shit)
did ya'll see the shit? (ye we saw the shit)
all agree that a shadow was crossin the street
then immediately vanished we need a hit
[Chorus - Krizz Kaliko]
I see shadows on the road again
wonder if they comin for my soul
I get trapped up in this mode I'm in
and will I every grow old
[Verse 2 - Tech N9ne]
Is it comin for me because of all the shit that I did in the past
was bad to people
mad and evil
if your the A.O.D I'm sad to meet you
angel of death when I quit doin ex
because of seeing you every night on the stretch
so ive been clean for three years
and counting still I'm seeing shadows will they scheme for me
to follow them into the pit of despair
punishment for what I did in this lair
what if evil spirits live in the road
to take the kindrid spirits crippled up souls
I dont know how the spirit thing goes
real or livin in my frontal lobe
will I be livin life until I'm old
or will I be takin by shadows on the road
[Chorus - Krizz Kaliko]
I see shadows on the road again
wonder if they comin for my soul
I get trapped up in this mode I'm in
and will I every grow old
I see shadows on the road again
wonder if they comin for my soul
I get trapped up in this mode I'm in
and will I every grow old
[Verse 1 - Tech N9ne]
I member, them high nights
on x we find sites, to climb heights
unheard to man we line white
molly up it had to be non flight
mix it with weed and wet its chronkite, that shits beyond hype
spittin somethin we be trippin and seeing some shit
its fuckin up the buzz of me and the clique
so we hop up in the whip and flee with the quick
but the shadow make us swerve and we on the strip
did you see the shit? (ye I saw the shit)
did ya'll see the shit? (ye we saw the shit)
all agree that a shadow was crossin the street
then immediately vanished we need a hit
[Chorus - Krizz Kaliko]
I see shadows on the road again
wonder if they comin for my soul
I get trapped up in this mode I'm in
and will I every grow old
[Verse 2 - Tech N9ne]
Is it comin for me because of all the shit that I did in the past
was bad to people
mad and evil
if your the A.O.D I'm sad to meet you
angel of death when I quit doin ex
because of seeing you every night on the stretch
so ive been clean for three years
and counting still I'm seeing shadows will they scheme for me
to follow them into the pit of despair
punishment for what I did in this lair
what if evil spirits live in the road
to take the kindrid spirits crippled up souls
I dont know how the spirit thing goes
real or livin in my frontal lobe
will I be livin life until I'm old
or will I be takin by shadows on the road
[Chorus - Krizz Kaliko]
I see shadows on the road again
wonder if they comin for my soul
I get trapped up in this mode I'm in
and will I every grow old
Low lyrics - Tech N9ne
[Verse 1 - Tech N9ne]
How could I be so down at a time like this, when I'm high like this
When the billboard charts when your major tours overseas when I fly like this
I've be thinking about the people that need me
They needy and all of the pain that I might miss
Sooner or later it seeks me reach me then bleed me, deep in the rain inside my pit
I'm goin down now, because my mom frowns
In a research psychiatric center without her son around
And I'm deep off in this hole
When I'm out here rockin shows (they say)
I SHOULD BE HYPED CUZ MY LIFE IS SO ROCK N ROLL
But I feel like the Grinch mixed with Ebaneezer Scrooge
Let the fever ooze up out of me clouded me never eager to
Let up when I'm in an interview they probably thinkin they gonna hinder dude
Cuz he be lookin like he might offend the rule
Never intricate to remember blues
Because is always right here
With the henessy and light beer
Let it enter me and fight fear, yea
I know I quit but I started back
The homey called the gat
And my bodyguard Nicholas jus had a heart attack
[Chorus - Krizz Kaliko]
I'm sinking again, I'm drinking again
Drownin and Wildin you breathin' again
Is easy to sin when you bleeding within'
Needin the grin, cheese and recede in the spend
Lower than low, lower than low
Thats how I feel in the morning
Lower than low, lower than low
That's how I sound when you callin'
Lower than low, lower than low
I'm high but feel like I'm falling
I'm sorry but I feel lower than low
[Verse 2 - Tech N9ne]
My smile is forced
My style is warped
Morale is corpse
Now that my really good pound is torch
I'm just gone with the wind and I'm home with the gin
To the dome when I spin
I'm a zone cause the phone must be roamin again
Another tone I'm alone now don't want me to spin
Time with I'm just mind this
Might find miss nine missed
I find my mind in this line dish
Dine quick not even a second for mindless
IN A MIDDLE OF A TIME WHEN THE MUSICS FLYIN I'VE DEPLETED MY KINDNESS
Low like the grasses, low like po folks on grass shit
I'm so below the casket, ragged pulse up the maggots
Why do I feel this illness, I'm lookin for somethin to come and kill this a little bit
I got my head in the hills cause the real shit is momma is sufferin takin pills with the stillness
And I feel it
I cant shake it
In any case my space is the basement
I cant erase my embrace of encasement
I'm chasin hatred my taste not complacin
So as I go to the flo
The industry finally opened the door
But now I'm in the mothafucka all I feel is, low
[Chorus - Krizz Kaliko]
I'm sinking again, I'm drinking again
Drownin and Wildin you breathin' again
Is Easy to sin when you bleeding within'
Needin the grin, cheese and recede in the spend
Lower than low, lower than low
Thats how I feel in the morning
Lower than low, lower than low
That's how I sound when you callin'
Lower than low, lower than low
I'm high but feel like I'm falling
I'm sorry but I feel lower than low
How could I be so down at a time like this, when I'm high like this
When the billboard charts when your major tours overseas when I fly like this
I've be thinking about the people that need me
They needy and all of the pain that I might miss
Sooner or later it seeks me reach me then bleed me, deep in the rain inside my pit
I'm goin down now, because my mom frowns
In a research psychiatric center without her son around
And I'm deep off in this hole
When I'm out here rockin shows (they say)
I SHOULD BE HYPED CUZ MY LIFE IS SO ROCK N ROLL
But I feel like the Grinch mixed with Ebaneezer Scrooge
Let the fever ooze up out of me clouded me never eager to
Let up when I'm in an interview they probably thinkin they gonna hinder dude
Cuz he be lookin like he might offend the rule
Never intricate to remember blues
Because is always right here
With the henessy and light beer
Let it enter me and fight fear, yea
I know I quit but I started back
The homey called the gat
And my bodyguard Nicholas jus had a heart attack
[Chorus - Krizz Kaliko]
I'm sinking again, I'm drinking again
Drownin and Wildin you breathin' again
Is easy to sin when you bleeding within'
Needin the grin, cheese and recede in the spend
Lower than low, lower than low
Thats how I feel in the morning
Lower than low, lower than low
That's how I sound when you callin'
Lower than low, lower than low
I'm high but feel like I'm falling
I'm sorry but I feel lower than low
[Verse 2 - Tech N9ne]
My smile is forced
My style is warped
Morale is corpse
Now that my really good pound is torch
I'm just gone with the wind and I'm home with the gin
To the dome when I spin
I'm a zone cause the phone must be roamin again
Another tone I'm alone now don't want me to spin
Time with I'm just mind this
Might find miss nine missed
I find my mind in this line dish
Dine quick not even a second for mindless
IN A MIDDLE OF A TIME WHEN THE MUSICS FLYIN I'VE DEPLETED MY KINDNESS
Low like the grasses, low like po folks on grass shit
I'm so below the casket, ragged pulse up the maggots
Why do I feel this illness, I'm lookin for somethin to come and kill this a little bit
I got my head in the hills cause the real shit is momma is sufferin takin pills with the stillness
And I feel it
I cant shake it
In any case my space is the basement
I cant erase my embrace of encasement
I'm chasin hatred my taste not complacin
So as I go to the flo
The industry finally opened the door
But now I'm in the mothafucka all I feel is, low
[Chorus - Krizz Kaliko]
I'm sinking again, I'm drinking again
Drownin and Wildin you breathin' again
Is Easy to sin when you bleeding within'
Needin the grin, cheese and recede in the spend
Lower than low, lower than low
Thats how I feel in the morning
Lower than low, lower than low
That's how I sound when you callin'
Lower than low, lower than low
I'm high but feel like I'm falling
I'm sorry but I feel lower than low
Messages (Skit) lyrics - Tech N9ne
"Next message"
[some drunken chick]
I love you, I love you, I lo-ooove you
Mr. Aaron Don-tez Ya-ay-ay-ay-ay-ay-ay-ay-ates
Oooh baby baby
I love you, ooh ooh, ooooh
You're so wonderful and amazing and beautiful
and sexy, and short, with a big fat diiiiick
Ooooooh yeah {muah}
Love you
"Next message"
[another drunk chick]
Hi daddy!
I just wanted to call you and let you know
that I was thinkin 'bout you
and that my pussy is SO WET
I haven't drunk dialed you in a long time
Oooh and I just wanted to tell you
that I really want that dick
So next time that I see you and hopefully it's soon
Ooh baby give it to me, ahhhh
"Next message"
[yet another chick - hysterical]
And I keep trying to figure out how can I get to [?]
but I couldn't have done anything different!
All I did was LOVE YOU, that's all I did!!
And you just turned your back on me
You're a cold heartless SON OF A BITCH! that's what you are
You are SO MEAN
And you just turned your back on me like I'm nothing
You are SO MEAN
[some drunken chick]
I love you, I love you, I lo-ooove you
Mr. Aaron Don-tez Ya-ay-ay-ay-ay-ay-ay-ay-ates
Oooh baby baby
I love you, ooh ooh, ooooh
You're so wonderful and amazing and beautiful
and sexy, and short, with a big fat diiiiick
Ooooooh yeah {muah}
Love you
"Next message"
[another drunk chick]
Hi daddy!
I just wanted to call you and let you know
that I was thinkin 'bout you
and that my pussy is SO WET
I haven't drunk dialed you in a long time
Oooh and I just wanted to tell you
that I really want that dick
So next time that I see you and hopefully it's soon
Ooh baby give it to me, ahhhh
"Next message"
[yet another chick - hysterical]
And I keep trying to figure out how can I get to [?]
but I couldn't have done anything different!
All I did was LOVE YOU, that's all I did!!
And you just turned your back on me
You're a cold heartless SON OF A BITCH! that's what you are
You are SO MEAN
And you just turned your back on me like I'm nothing
You are SO MEAN
Killing You lyrics - Tech N9ne
I was born a beast
You don't wanna meet
I'm the worst, a lot of women see the demon in me
Still they want a piece
They want me chronally
A lot of them really searchin for the seman in me
I let em know at the front of a lust demon that wanna be bust kitty, be rubbin, I love many
They trust me with the cunt, I thrust plenty, n jump in the next city, they wanted me, just kidding
But I can never tell a lie, if you looked into my eyes, you can see that I'm a -
Angel
Demon
Lookin for the love in every thigh, makin you wanna cry, spirit'll be
Strangled
Screamin
That, I'm a serial killer, when it come to heart break
Hate n the fury ya better cynic in the smarts makin
Everything wrong, everythings gone, so why do you say you will for ever ding dong
That just will make ya much meana
Thats sum mistake ta love Ninna
It sucks ta hate the one thing that makes ya come clean, then breaks n just leave ya
I'm just a fucked up individual
I love lust, n crushin ya for an intervul
Plus bust a guts up in a centerfold
Eating the meeting up like its a dinner roll
Ya should'a kept away like I told ya
How can ya press to stay when I'm rove'a
I think its safe ta say that my fates ta lay n I'mma waste when I'm olda
So just step n gimmie the cold shoulda
Cuz I'm a mess, the Ninnas the most vulga
N I'm a threat, ya never get no close'a
My kiss is killing you, wake up n its ov'a
Why can't you see me, for the animal I am?!
I warned you!
Exposed my beast inside, NEXT IF you are willing to (willing to, willing to, willing to)
You took my invitation in. They all told ya never to take me in
Why can't you wake up n see that I am killing you?! (killing you, killing you, killing you)
I never knew why I had to be so cold
Inside'a me so froze, its gatta be no soul
Because whenever the lady want me in oath mode,
I put on my ghost clothes, n get on a close road
I'm tryin ta tell you that I'm sick in the insephalon
I thought I could doit, but I guess I'm weak, n never bond
As long as I'm chasin the gold like a leprachaun
My heart'll be covered in cold ice intephalon
I'm sick wit'it
I'm brick wit'it
N9ne twist-ed it
Ten times outta ten if you lookin for what it stems,
I can guarentee that you gonn' find a bitch did it
But I'm takin it back, I wont blame it on you
Cuz I be the one that be gamin on you
Famous, n heanous, the pain in you, cuz I'm blatently playin n laying the crew
I aint proud'a whut I turned into
All my fire keeps burning through, burning you
Up in the inside, I'm knowin the heat is concerning you
I don't know whats gonna become of me
All I can say is don't anyone love me
Because I'm a monster, I'm sick n I want'cha
But'chu better back up n when I COME SHOVE ME
But then again I really really need you
I want up inside'a you, I wanna bleed you
Get the last drop then I'mma leave you
Every last one'a you, yeah I'mma speed through
Clever n every lady wanna see you
Open up wide I wanna feed you
Into the pit of evilness, I'mma lead you
I'M ANIMAL, TECH WHUT I'M LIKE WHEN I LACE YOU!
Why can't you see me, for the animal I am?!
I warned you!
Exposed my beast inside, yes dear you are willing to (willing to, willing to, willing to)
You took my invitation in. They all told ya never to take me in
Why can't you wake up n see that I am killing you?! (killing you, killing you, killing you)
You don't wanna meet
I'm the worst, a lot of women see the demon in me
Still they want a piece
They want me chronally
A lot of them really searchin for the seman in me
I let em know at the front of a lust demon that wanna be bust kitty, be rubbin, I love many
They trust me with the cunt, I thrust plenty, n jump in the next city, they wanted me, just kidding
But I can never tell a lie, if you looked into my eyes, you can see that I'm a -
Angel
Demon
Lookin for the love in every thigh, makin you wanna cry, spirit'll be
Strangled
Screamin
That, I'm a serial killer, when it come to heart break
Hate n the fury ya better cynic in the smarts makin
Everything wrong, everythings gone, so why do you say you will for ever ding dong
That just will make ya much meana
Thats sum mistake ta love Ninna
It sucks ta hate the one thing that makes ya come clean, then breaks n just leave ya
I'm just a fucked up individual
I love lust, n crushin ya for an intervul
Plus bust a guts up in a centerfold
Eating the meeting up like its a dinner roll
Ya should'a kept away like I told ya
How can ya press to stay when I'm rove'a
I think its safe ta say that my fates ta lay n I'mma waste when I'm olda
So just step n gimmie the cold shoulda
Cuz I'm a mess, the Ninnas the most vulga
N I'm a threat, ya never get no close'a
My kiss is killing you, wake up n its ov'a
Why can't you see me, for the animal I am?!
I warned you!
Exposed my beast inside, NEXT IF you are willing to (willing to, willing to, willing to)
You took my invitation in. They all told ya never to take me in
Why can't you wake up n see that I am killing you?! (killing you, killing you, killing you)
I never knew why I had to be so cold
Inside'a me so froze, its gatta be no soul
Because whenever the lady want me in oath mode,
I put on my ghost clothes, n get on a close road
I'm tryin ta tell you that I'm sick in the insephalon
I thought I could doit, but I guess I'm weak, n never bond
As long as I'm chasin the gold like a leprachaun
My heart'll be covered in cold ice intephalon
I'm sick wit'it
I'm brick wit'it
N9ne twist-ed it
Ten times outta ten if you lookin for what it stems,
I can guarentee that you gonn' find a bitch did it
But I'm takin it back, I wont blame it on you
Cuz I be the one that be gamin on you
Famous, n heanous, the pain in you, cuz I'm blatently playin n laying the crew
I aint proud'a whut I turned into
All my fire keeps burning through, burning you
Up in the inside, I'm knowin the heat is concerning you
I don't know whats gonna become of me
All I can say is don't anyone love me
Because I'm a monster, I'm sick n I want'cha
But'chu better back up n when I COME SHOVE ME
But then again I really really need you
I want up inside'a you, I wanna bleed you
Get the last drop then I'mma leave you
Every last one'a you, yeah I'mma speed through
Clever n every lady wanna see you
Open up wide I wanna feed you
Into the pit of evilness, I'mma lead you
I'M ANIMAL, TECH WHUT I'M LIKE WHEN I LACE YOU!
Why can't you see me, for the animal I am?!
I warned you!
Exposed my beast inside, yes dear you are willing to (willing to, willing to, willing to)
You took my invitation in. They all told ya never to take me in
Why can't you wake up n see that I am killing you?! (killing you, killing you, killing you)
Leave Me Alone lyrics - Tech N9ne
[Verse 1]
Where I'm at right now, I ain't got no tolerance for somethin stupid, or hatred, or envy.
If you bringin any one of those, How bout, Leave me alone.
They pray I'll free fall any day, Well I don't need yall anyway.
Negativity give me nay ya finna hear me say.
Just leave me right here with my henny, say my chicks an plenty pay.
Your boy Tech done blown, an still rep the home, but now I just wanna be left alone.
They wish death and my flesh and my chromosomes slept my songs, they need a little bit less Patron.
And they holler the weirdo, when I walk in the spot,
The zeros pissed cuz they ladies wanna swaller my hero.
They live in squaller and fear though they daughter come here though, she know I keep plenty Robert De Niro.
You punks will never get to see me let a tear go.
Started hatin the second I busted a mere flow. I just want you to get some gones, not near no.
Negative energy that is a remedy, hey yo listen here bro:
[Chorus]
Stay away from me
Please stay far away from me
Leave me by my lonely
Just let me be
Stay away from me
Please stay far away from me
Leave me by my lonely
Just leave me alone
[Verse 2]
The hood don't play me huh, Treat my strange music like rabies huh
They be sayin tech nina he crazy huh.
But you want me on your video
And cd.
You elementary rappers are straight remedial, A.D.D.
I'm in my own world partna, and you don't fit there.
All your tech hatred has got you soundin like a bitch player.
And this is to multiple haters and I swear it, ain't about a pass but if the shoe fit wear it nigga.
Its a size N9ne, wanna step inside mine?
It'll feel like you died tryin, and you will know that I can't buy time, for you to catch casper its high time.
You tried crimes against me cause you couldn't follow the guidelines.
They say respect your elders, you best go tell the lord forgive you cause whats next your failure.
Just leave me where its less your hell brah.
Invest your mail to somethin that sell cause the Tech don't smell ya, Tech gon tell ya:
[Chorus]
Stay away from me
Please stay far away from me
Leave me by my lonely
Just let me be
Stay away from me
Please stay far away from me
Leave me by my lonely
Just leave me alone
[Verse 3]
We be singular, numero uno ichibon.
They want my doom and my funeral, psycho bitch be gone.
Losin my lithium quickly this chick done hit me don, and bit me on my finger, tell Trav to get me bond.
Cause if it happens again, if it happens again, imma psssstst BOY!
I wish I had no problem with smackin a friend with a gat be snappin a chin.
But I got chicks that wanna get it in, for sure.
I'm takin all the crazy ho's outta my lady mode, I'm done with the oldies, nothin but new shit in my radio.
Leave me solitary cause the way she go is shady though.
It's later for there he go, no more Tech N9ne let the baby know.
All of ya need to try clit, and straight deny dick.
Leave us alone cause you mentally damaged, no try sick.
I wish I wasn't a star and the gentleman would die quick.
So next time you trippin,
I'll flip and hit you in your eye bitch.
[Chorus]
Stay away from me
Please stay far away from me
Leave me by my lonely
Just let me be
Stay away from me
Please stay far away from me
Leave me by my lonely
Just leave me alone
Where I'm at right now, I ain't got no tolerance for somethin stupid, or hatred, or envy.
If you bringin any one of those, How bout, Leave me alone.
They pray I'll free fall any day, Well I don't need yall anyway.
Negativity give me nay ya finna hear me say.
Just leave me right here with my henny, say my chicks an plenty pay.
Your boy Tech done blown, an still rep the home, but now I just wanna be left alone.
They wish death and my flesh and my chromosomes slept my songs, they need a little bit less Patron.
And they holler the weirdo, when I walk in the spot,
The zeros pissed cuz they ladies wanna swaller my hero.
They live in squaller and fear though they daughter come here though, she know I keep plenty Robert De Niro.
You punks will never get to see me let a tear go.
Started hatin the second I busted a mere flow. I just want you to get some gones, not near no.
Negative energy that is a remedy, hey yo listen here bro:
[Chorus]
Stay away from me
Please stay far away from me
Leave me by my lonely
Just let me be
Stay away from me
Please stay far away from me
Leave me by my lonely
Just leave me alone
[Verse 2]
The hood don't play me huh, Treat my strange music like rabies huh
They be sayin tech nina he crazy huh.
But you want me on your video
And cd.
You elementary rappers are straight remedial, A.D.D.
I'm in my own world partna, and you don't fit there.
All your tech hatred has got you soundin like a bitch player.
And this is to multiple haters and I swear it, ain't about a pass but if the shoe fit wear it nigga.
Its a size N9ne, wanna step inside mine?
It'll feel like you died tryin, and you will know that I can't buy time, for you to catch casper its high time.
You tried crimes against me cause you couldn't follow the guidelines.
They say respect your elders, you best go tell the lord forgive you cause whats next your failure.
Just leave me where its less your hell brah.
Invest your mail to somethin that sell cause the Tech don't smell ya, Tech gon tell ya:
[Chorus]
Stay away from me
Please stay far away from me
Leave me by my lonely
Just let me be
Stay away from me
Please stay far away from me
Leave me by my lonely
Just leave me alone
[Verse 3]
We be singular, numero uno ichibon.
They want my doom and my funeral, psycho bitch be gone.
Losin my lithium quickly this chick done hit me don, and bit me on my finger, tell Trav to get me bond.
Cause if it happens again, if it happens again, imma psssstst BOY!
I wish I had no problem with smackin a friend with a gat be snappin a chin.
But I got chicks that wanna get it in, for sure.
I'm takin all the crazy ho's outta my lady mode, I'm done with the oldies, nothin but new shit in my radio.
Leave me solitary cause the way she go is shady though.
It's later for there he go, no more Tech N9ne let the baby know.
All of ya need to try clit, and straight deny dick.
Leave us alone cause you mentally damaged, no try sick.
I wish I wasn't a star and the gentleman would die quick.
So next time you trippin,
I'll flip and hit you in your eye bitch.
[Chorus]
Stay away from me
Please stay far away from me
Leave me by my lonely
Just let me be
Stay away from me
Please stay far away from me
Leave me by my lonely
Just leave me alone
Prayer - By Brother K.T. (Skit) lyrics - Tech N9ne (performed by Brother K.T.)
Praise God my brother
Here me Father right now
I'm asking great blessings and favor for this mighty man of God
Lord you know his needs and his necessities holy spirit
Continue to bless Tech's life, his family, his finances
and his health insurance Lord
Blessing any projects, any programs
anything that he may be workin on holy spirit
Favor and blessings all around him holy spirit Lord bless him
And him and his crew as they travel from city to city Lord
Be with him holy spirit Lord
Put a spiritual, hedge around him
In Jesus name I pray, amen
My brother you be blessed, much love to you
And look forward to gettin that project, when you get some time
Okay? Be blessed
Here me Father right now
I'm asking great blessings and favor for this mighty man of God
Lord you know his needs and his necessities holy spirit
Continue to bless Tech's life, his family, his finances
and his health insurance Lord
Blessing any projects, any programs
anything that he may be workin on holy spirit
Favor and blessings all around him holy spirit Lord bless him
And him and his crew as they travel from city to city Lord
Be with him holy spirit Lord
Put a spiritual, hedge around him
In Jesus name I pray, amen
My brother you be blessed, much love to you
And look forward to gettin that project, when you get some time
Okay? Be blessed
K.O.D. lyrics - Tech N9ne (feat. Mackenzie O'Guin)
[Verse 1:]
Wanna live in my world you have to have a Tech tat
Preferably the number N9ne and you gotta get it where the back of you neck's at
Gotta let me know that you rep that, plus get you out of a death trap
You need it for living cause I'm the king and I'm giving you the permission to get with a no stress pack
That was ordos at chlorum acuse the old world orders post mortem disfailure inhaling cell and delta
Watched it swell and swelter, till there was no male in shelter,
Yes I'm the one that provided ya shell in Hell and held ya
When your politicians were welters
So I built this structure just to help ya
So the communists can come and qwell ya
They call me the King of Darkness, when I offer you no pain
Why would they label me heartless, when your love is my cocaine
And your soul is my rogaine, I have a thirst to know your brain
When you enter my domain gotta take this number for your name
But you don't have to drink cyanide, I'm gonna be right by ya side
If we gotta take that riot ride, on the enemy and defy your side
Fight for the place we're building, for the preroduction of more children
Trying to get that number back around 6 billion, I'm gonna rule until then
Founded this colony like a pilgrim, anybody try to ptnetrate this section or threaten we KILL THEM
[Chorus: Mackenzie O'Guin]
What if?
K. O. D. O. K. O. D. O.
What if, he is, what he says he is?
The King Of Darkness!
K. O. D. O. K. O. D. O.
[Repeat]
[Verse 2:]
xes lliw eb yrotadnam yliad ylthgin.
This, women need to be living by it
Stay fit n way driven paste it and dye it
I am the king killer captain crazed frigging pilot
Giving you these khaki pants and white shirt, that's what you wear on my Earth
Eliminating your eye thirst to have any kind of desires
To envy material or admire, my way will extract any type of divider
I'm offering this wire, understanding of life and tiredly blissfully vading friction and fire, cha.
The number N9ne will get you food, even get you tools
To build anything your family choose, but within my rules
All white shoes with red strings for all my crews
That lets me know you Tech's people listening inside my pews
All your dreams and aspirations,
This is the affirmation that you can reach 'em and my world is not a disaster waiting
The bruises and lacerations no chooses of aggravation
I'm just try'na rehab a nation from exasperation
It's not an exaggeration, I'm something more than your blood and gore
On a level higher than devils or that of Satan
[Chorus: Mackenzie O'Guin]
What if?
K. O. D. O. K. O. D. O.
What if, he is, what he says he is?
The King Of Darkness!
K. O. D. O. K. O. D. O.
[Repeat]
[Verse 3:]
When I did "Anghellic" I was good and bad, straight confused
Then an angel turned to Devil Boy when the Reperation blew
Them demons had "Absolute Power" when I drug abused
So the angels searched for the "Vintage Tech" what they found was the love was through
Then an accident would happen that made life look necessary
So now receiving God, the angel was 'Everready'
But the 'Melancholy' strikes, the eleven angels mommy's life
So the 'Mizery' sat in the angels now becoming ice
As mom got ill and iller, when it hurts her he can feel her
To the strain of the pain made him vein there's no more angels straight up KILLER!
My apologies, it's not very God of me, to go crazy and try to teach the whole world 'Sickology'
I was then split in two, back to the beginning view
Angel demon cause the killer showed me death was overdue
But I gotta live for my kids, all the evil stuff I did
Taught me to teach you, you can love them no matter how much sluts you did
Or done, you met my demon back when I had that grudge
But I gotta let you know most of my spirit comes from up above
I'm mostly angel, and you know sometimes we fall
Living under God and I hope he's listening when I say I love you all!
Wanna live in my world you have to have a Tech tat
Preferably the number N9ne and you gotta get it where the back of you neck's at
Gotta let me know that you rep that, plus get you out of a death trap
You need it for living cause I'm the king and I'm giving you the permission to get with a no stress pack
That was ordos at chlorum acuse the old world orders post mortem disfailure inhaling cell and delta
Watched it swell and swelter, till there was no male in shelter,
Yes I'm the one that provided ya shell in Hell and held ya
When your politicians were welters
So I built this structure just to help ya
So the communists can come and qwell ya
They call me the King of Darkness, when I offer you no pain
Why would they label me heartless, when your love is my cocaine
And your soul is my rogaine, I have a thirst to know your brain
When you enter my domain gotta take this number for your name
But you don't have to drink cyanide, I'm gonna be right by ya side
If we gotta take that riot ride, on the enemy and defy your side
Fight for the place we're building, for the preroduction of more children
Trying to get that number back around 6 billion, I'm gonna rule until then
Founded this colony like a pilgrim, anybody try to ptnetrate this section or threaten we KILL THEM
[Chorus: Mackenzie O'Guin]
What if?
K. O. D. O. K. O. D. O.
What if, he is, what he says he is?
The King Of Darkness!
K. O. D. O. K. O. D. O.
[Repeat]
[Verse 2:]
xes lliw eb yrotadnam yliad ylthgin.
This, women need to be living by it
Stay fit n way driven paste it and dye it
I am the king killer captain crazed frigging pilot
Giving you these khaki pants and white shirt, that's what you wear on my Earth
Eliminating your eye thirst to have any kind of desires
To envy material or admire, my way will extract any type of divider
I'm offering this wire, understanding of life and tiredly blissfully vading friction and fire, cha.
The number N9ne will get you food, even get you tools
To build anything your family choose, but within my rules
All white shoes with red strings for all my crews
That lets me know you Tech's people listening inside my pews
All your dreams and aspirations,
This is the affirmation that you can reach 'em and my world is not a disaster waiting
The bruises and lacerations no chooses of aggravation
I'm just try'na rehab a nation from exasperation
It's not an exaggeration, I'm something more than your blood and gore
On a level higher than devils or that of Satan
[Chorus: Mackenzie O'Guin]
What if?
K. O. D. O. K. O. D. O.
What if, he is, what he says he is?
The King Of Darkness!
K. O. D. O. K. O. D. O.
[Repeat]
[Verse 3:]
When I did "Anghellic" I was good and bad, straight confused
Then an angel turned to Devil Boy when the Reperation blew
Them demons had "Absolute Power" when I drug abused
So the angels searched for the "Vintage Tech" what they found was the love was through
Then an accident would happen that made life look necessary
So now receiving God, the angel was 'Everready'
But the 'Melancholy' strikes, the eleven angels mommy's life
So the 'Mizery' sat in the angels now becoming ice
As mom got ill and iller, when it hurts her he can feel her
To the strain of the pain made him vein there's no more angels straight up KILLER!
My apologies, it's not very God of me, to go crazy and try to teach the whole world 'Sickology'
I was then split in two, back to the beginning view
Angel demon cause the killer showed me death was overdue
But I gotta live for my kids, all the evil stuff I did
Taught me to teach you, you can love them no matter how much sluts you did
Or done, you met my demon back when I had that grudge
But I gotta let you know most of my spirit comes from up above
I'm mostly angel, and you know sometimes we fall
Living under God and I hope he's listening when I say I love you all!
The Martini lyrics - Tech N9ne (feat. Krizz Kaliko)
The Martini.
In movie terms, directors use this phrase to describe the last shot of the day while on set.
The stories you are about to hear are true.
The names have been kept the same to reflect the Strange.
This is the Martini...
[Verse 1:]
This is Sam.
He was so in love with her, but she was young,
So that put her off in a jam,
Though, she was sweet as a yam,
She wanted to explore other options with her man,
Straight sending Sam into a rampage,
And no matter what his fam says,
He's lost without this woman,
And don't wanna live any damn ways,
Now he's thinkin', that he ain't gon' live,
She ain't gon' live,
And the other man's mercy, he ain't gon' give,
This what love do, it cops a .38 snub to,
Knock on ya door, and take somebody that used to love you,
Rub you the wrong way, then it's blood true,
Love through, she's slug one and he's slug two,
Then on a rainy evening, with a panicked feelin',
Went to her home and looked through the window and Sammy sees them,
The door's between her and the Necromancer,
And what you think is gon' happen if she answers?
[Chorus: Krizz Kaliko]
Take a drink,
It's more than what you think,
I gotta let you know,
Don't plan on letting you go,
But if you have to leave,
That's where we'll end the scene,
This is the Martini.
Last shot's for you or me....
[Verse 2:]
Yo, This is Isaiah,
I guess he was aight, say a,
Lady's man, all the women used to call him the KCI Playa,
Flying multiple chicks in, give the stick then dismiss them,
But somethin's gonna happen that'll twist him,
He fell in love with a beautiful black woman,
But he ended up having a couple problems with that woman,
Talkin' to other men, did it behind his back on 'em,
Facebook, Computer love, crept on the Mac on 'em,
Now he's salty, cause he found the woman he loves is faulty,
He told her at the very beginning 'Don't You Ever Cross Me.'
Now that she did it, he plans to do something unlawfully,
Get a gun off the street, because he was treated so awfully,
One bullet for her, one bullet for him,
Crimes of passion, ain't no more pullin' for them,
And the worst way, we broke apart, it really hurts lady,
I've gotta go, but yo, you gotta go first baby.
[Chorus: Krizz Kaliko]
Take a drink,
It's more than what you think,
I gotta let you know,
Don't plan on letting you go,
But if you have to leave,
That's where we'll end the scene,
This is the Martini.
Last shot's for you or me....
[Verse 3:]
This is Brian,
He was a rebel and stayed on another level,
And had no intentions of dying,
He loved Kim a lot, above them was not,
But a jealous ex-husband would love them to rot,
I guess he loved kim still,
His only thoughts him, them, kill,
'Cause he a coward motha fucka,
On Christmas Eve he broke in and waited in they house for hours,
Crazy mother fucker!
Brian pulled up with Kim and little Alissa in the car,
Saw a shadow in the house from afar and said 'Wait!"
Got out the car, opened the gate, walked in the house,
And her fucking ex sealed my nigga's fate.
That was my best friend, Bitch Ass Nigga!
Walked out the house and shot Kim right in front of Alissa,
Then he saved the last shot for him, blast!
Now you better hope I don't go to hell, because I'ma be on your ass!
[Chorus: Krizz Kaliko]
Take a drink,
It's more than what you think,
I gotta let you know,
Don't plan on letting you go,
But if you have to leave,
That's where we'll end the scene,
This is the Martini.
Last shot's for you or me....
In movie terms, directors use this phrase to describe the last shot of the day while on set.
The stories you are about to hear are true.
The names have been kept the same to reflect the Strange.
This is the Martini...
[Verse 1:]
This is Sam.
He was so in love with her, but she was young,
So that put her off in a jam,
Though, she was sweet as a yam,
She wanted to explore other options with her man,
Straight sending Sam into a rampage,
And no matter what his fam says,
He's lost without this woman,
And don't wanna live any damn ways,
Now he's thinkin', that he ain't gon' live,
She ain't gon' live,
And the other man's mercy, he ain't gon' give,
This what love do, it cops a .38 snub to,
Knock on ya door, and take somebody that used to love you,
Rub you the wrong way, then it's blood true,
Love through, she's slug one and he's slug two,
Then on a rainy evening, with a panicked feelin',
Went to her home and looked through the window and Sammy sees them,
The door's between her and the Necromancer,
And what you think is gon' happen if she answers?
[Chorus: Krizz Kaliko]
Take a drink,
It's more than what you think,
I gotta let you know,
Don't plan on letting you go,
But if you have to leave,
That's where we'll end the scene,
This is the Martini.
Last shot's for you or me....
[Verse 2:]
Yo, This is Isaiah,
I guess he was aight, say a,
Lady's man, all the women used to call him the KCI Playa,
Flying multiple chicks in, give the stick then dismiss them,
But somethin's gonna happen that'll twist him,
He fell in love with a beautiful black woman,
But he ended up having a couple problems with that woman,
Talkin' to other men, did it behind his back on 'em,
Facebook, Computer love, crept on the Mac on 'em,
Now he's salty, cause he found the woman he loves is faulty,
He told her at the very beginning 'Don't You Ever Cross Me.'
Now that she did it, he plans to do something unlawfully,
Get a gun off the street, because he was treated so awfully,
One bullet for her, one bullet for him,
Crimes of passion, ain't no more pullin' for them,
And the worst way, we broke apart, it really hurts lady,
I've gotta go, but yo, you gotta go first baby.
[Chorus: Krizz Kaliko]
Take a drink,
It's more than what you think,
I gotta let you know,
Don't plan on letting you go,
But if you have to leave,
That's where we'll end the scene,
This is the Martini.
Last shot's for you or me....
[Verse 3:]
This is Brian,
He was a rebel and stayed on another level,
And had no intentions of dying,
He loved Kim a lot, above them was not,
But a jealous ex-husband would love them to rot,
I guess he loved kim still,
His only thoughts him, them, kill,
'Cause he a coward motha fucka,
On Christmas Eve he broke in and waited in they house for hours,
Crazy mother fucker!
Brian pulled up with Kim and little Alissa in the car,
Saw a shadow in the house from afar and said 'Wait!"
Got out the car, opened the gate, walked in the house,
And her fucking ex sealed my nigga's fate.
That was my best friend, Bitch Ass Nigga!
Walked out the house and shot Kim right in front of Alissa,
Then he saved the last shot for him, blast!
Now you better hope I don't go to hell, because I'ma be on your ass!
[Chorus: Krizz Kaliko]
Take a drink,
It's more than what you think,
I gotta let you know,
Don't plan on letting you go,
But if you have to leave,
That's where we'll end the scene,
This is the Martini.
Last shot's for you or me....
F.U.N. (Fuck You Niggas) lyrics - Tech N9ne
[Intro:]
Are you ready for some F.U.N. tonight?
Ha, are you ready for some F.U.N. tonight?
I wanna have a little F.U.N.,you wanna have a little F.U.N., everyone...lets have F.U.N., the F.U.N.'s begun....
[Verse 1:]
I'm different, you can see the Nina from a distance, my sick sense tell me you're hating on me again,
persistent, jealousy, and resistance for my existence so I gotta go for ya chin,
Workin out, you can keep on workin out, but your chin ain't workin out, now your teeth are burstin out,
BAAANG! Fowl thangs lookin how thou came, so I gotta lift up the milimeter and eat them like chow man(e),
I feel like F.U.N., thats why I will never be thus a real live one, the kind of F.U.N. that make them pull a 30 round drum,
you givin me negativity and really sound dumb, when ya say to me "You still rappin? I aint heard ya since '01."
Dont make a nigga beat you down like showin up the Shogun, then have to glow son,
Im like the chose one, and you not knowin when to respect the Nina makes it like so F.U.N.!
[Chorus:]
Any time somebody come and disrespect I say F.U.N.,
When they trippin, look them in the eye and say F.U.N.,
when they get the picture they might go for they gun, they been hatin on me from day one!
F.U.N.'s what ya need to say (Fuck you Niggas)
Got guns on me either way (Fuck you Niggas)
Thats F.U.N. everybody say F.U.N. (Fuck you Niggas)
Say (Fuck you Niggas) Hey (Fuck you Niggas) Alright
[Verse 2:]
Diamonds on my neck, got diamond on my wrists pierced diamond in their lips,
so its diamonds on my dick, thats yo chick, know when I rock the McRick spits sick,
she strips quick cuz Ninas big shit, and you say you aint even heard nothin new played,
since the calm befor the storm and you dont like today, thats the reason I gotta tell ya up fate oo yate,
and im off in El Paso fuckin a bitch up in Guanalou Bay;
I'm straight F.U.N with it, you niggas done did it, dumbshit..
is when ya compare me my nigga
Young with it (Cha)
Now aint that sum shit-it, we two different things, with two different schemes,
but be off on yo ladies tongue with it, and I have her so sprung,
when ya hate for nothin nigga we can get to bustin and puffin air out of your lung,
thats how the mole run, I be like so stunned when you dont even rep respect I so I go F.U.N.!
[Chorus:]
[Verse 3:]
Give me my props nigga, who you know got them yellin KC,
MO overseas makin Europe straight hop nigga,
I need a answer man, you a cancer man, and Im rockin shippers, and Switzerland, and Amsterdam;
Ask Snoop Dog, he will tell you all that Im too tall to be studyin any of you goof balls,
so gone you never find Nina like blue drawls, except on billboard or Post-Star so fuk(e) ya'll..
I dont care where ya go all around the world, if you tell them... you from Kansas City.
The first thing they gone say is "Do you know Tech N9ne?" and you better jeff and say "Thats the Kansas City King, I love him!"
[Chorus:]
Are you ready for some F.U.N. tonight?
Ha, are you ready for some F.U.N. tonight?
I wanna have a little F.U.N.,you wanna have a little F.U.N., everyone...lets have F.U.N., the F.U.N.'s begun....
[Verse 1:]
I'm different, you can see the Nina from a distance, my sick sense tell me you're hating on me again,
persistent, jealousy, and resistance for my existence so I gotta go for ya chin,
Workin out, you can keep on workin out, but your chin ain't workin out, now your teeth are burstin out,
BAAANG! Fowl thangs lookin how thou came, so I gotta lift up the milimeter and eat them like chow man(e),
I feel like F.U.N., thats why I will never be thus a real live one, the kind of F.U.N. that make them pull a 30 round drum,
you givin me negativity and really sound dumb, when ya say to me "You still rappin? I aint heard ya since '01."
Dont make a nigga beat you down like showin up the Shogun, then have to glow son,
Im like the chose one, and you not knowin when to respect the Nina makes it like so F.U.N.!
[Chorus:]
Any time somebody come and disrespect I say F.U.N.,
When they trippin, look them in the eye and say F.U.N.,
when they get the picture they might go for they gun, they been hatin on me from day one!
F.U.N.'s what ya need to say (Fuck you Niggas)
Got guns on me either way (Fuck you Niggas)
Thats F.U.N. everybody say F.U.N. (Fuck you Niggas)
Say (Fuck you Niggas) Hey (Fuck you Niggas) Alright
[Verse 2:]
Diamonds on my neck, got diamond on my wrists pierced diamond in their lips,
so its diamonds on my dick, thats yo chick, know when I rock the McRick spits sick,
she strips quick cuz Ninas big shit, and you say you aint even heard nothin new played,
since the calm befor the storm and you dont like today, thats the reason I gotta tell ya up fate oo yate,
and im off in El Paso fuckin a bitch up in Guanalou Bay;
I'm straight F.U.N with it, you niggas done did it, dumbshit..
is when ya compare me my nigga
Young with it (Cha)
Now aint that sum shit-it, we two different things, with two different schemes,
but be off on yo ladies tongue with it, and I have her so sprung,
when ya hate for nothin nigga we can get to bustin and puffin air out of your lung,
thats how the mole run, I be like so stunned when you dont even rep respect I so I go F.U.N.!
[Chorus:]
[Verse 3:]
Give me my props nigga, who you know got them yellin KC,
MO overseas makin Europe straight hop nigga,
I need a answer man, you a cancer man, and Im rockin shippers, and Switzerland, and Amsterdam;
Ask Snoop Dog, he will tell you all that Im too tall to be studyin any of you goof balls,
so gone you never find Nina like blue drawls, except on billboard or Post-Star so fuk(e) ya'll..
I dont care where ya go all around the world, if you tell them... you from Kansas City.
The first thing they gone say is "Do you know Tech N9ne?" and you better jeff and say "Thats the Kansas City King, I love him!"
[Chorus:]
Like I Died lyrics - Tech N9ne
[Intro]
Dont know how many damn times I've tryed
Ay got to many good things to say
So heres a message to mista Dj!!!
[Chorus]
Play my music like I died (To the Dj)
Like the nina aint alive (Quit the replay)
Like I took the long ride (On my D-day)
Like everybody love my music and the whole world cried
[Verse 1]
Ay
Treat it
like I was comin from billings on the way to spokan
And ya found me twisted and mangled inside our road van
Like its so ugly the paramedics say OH MAN
There go techa nina wit no life but more fans
Like in hell or Im in heaven
just fell in from nine eleven
propellin from high and dove in the concrete
Like my name was mcvey and I check the mail and a bomb beeped
Like having roset was dope and sell it beyond cheap
Like i was in the mood for set trippin'
Fights
Begin and ruggars get splittin'
Like my life is thru and death slips in
Like
Theres no air left and my chest stiffinnnnns....
Like Im in the church and im preachin'
Lovin the way sista look and afta service we creepin'
Play my music like we was in the telly deep asleep then got murdered
Cuz her husband was the deaken.
[Chorus]
Play my music like I died (To the Dj)
Like the nina aint alive (Quit the replay)
Like I took the long ride (On my D-day)
Like everybody love my music and the whole world cried
Play my music like I died (To the Dj)
Like the nina aint alive (Quit the replay)
Like I took the long ride (On my D-day)
Like everybody love my music and the whole world cried
(DJ'S!!!!)
[Verse 2]
(Bring that beat back...Bring that beat back)
Like having super pnumonia with out taking my z-pack
like me off in a seat function flamed up witha a B hat
And im patten my pockets yellin " wheres my piece at "
Like an ink session gettin a snake in the back tat
Got a gun n kicked in the face and i ran to the back "skat!"
Thru the alley under a ladder tripped over a black cat
Fell in the street got hit by a toyota with a hatchback
Play my music let everyone know that I can rhyme
But I got shipped to iraq and I stepped on a land mine
Like a wild bull let out the cage and its ram time
My job is to be the circus clown but im damn blind
Like I had the cuban I accidentily called pin head
Like Im matisyahu in
A room full of skin heads
Play my music like Im permently in bed
Im sure the dj's are with it when him dead
[Chorus]
Play my music like I died (To the Dj)
Like the nina aint alive (Quit the replay)
Like I took the long ride (On my D-day)
Like everybody love my music and the whole world cried
Play my music like I died (To the Dj)
Like the nina aint alive (Quit the replay)
Like I took the long ride (On my D-day)
Like everybody love my music and the whole world cried
(DJ'S!!!!)
[Verse 3]
[backwards rap]
Unless I left my vest and I catch the magnum
like they let tech rest and toe tagged em'
After the beat him tied him to the truck and clod dragged em'
Like i died of lupus, cancer, lucimia, epilepsy, m.s, or sickle cell anemia
All at the same time and the call is a slaign n9ne
Caught by a serial killer with a saw and its pain time
Guess it really does pay to get caught with stray
Thats what it cost, what you pay in a way thats all for the say
Cuase when you rappin' your ass off
Skill is they last thought
Realler than real spill but you get killed and you blast off
Play my records like Im takin the big ride
Like a deadly virus killin me inside
I know you sucka dj's got a lotta pride
All jokes aside even though I'm still alive......
[Chorus]
Play my music like I died (To the Dj)
Like the nina aint alive (Quit the replay)
Like I took the long ride (On my D-day)
Like everybody love my music and the whole world cried
Play my music like I died (To the Dj)
Like the nina aint alive (Quit the replay)
Like I took the long ride (On my D-day)
Like everybody love my music and the whole world cried
(DJ'S!!!!)
[Outro, upset Tech]
Play my music like I died
Like the nina aint alive
Like I took the long ride
Like everbody loved my music and the whole world cryed
Dont know how many damn times I've tryed
Ay got to many good things to say
So heres a message to mista Dj!!!
[Chorus]
Play my music like I died (To the Dj)
Like the nina aint alive (Quit the replay)
Like I took the long ride (On my D-day)
Like everybody love my music and the whole world cried
[Verse 1]
Ay
Treat it
like I was comin from billings on the way to spokan
And ya found me twisted and mangled inside our road van
Like its so ugly the paramedics say OH MAN
There go techa nina wit no life but more fans
Like in hell or Im in heaven
just fell in from nine eleven
propellin from high and dove in the concrete
Like my name was mcvey and I check the mail and a bomb beeped
Like having roset was dope and sell it beyond cheap
Like i was in the mood for set trippin'
Fights
Begin and ruggars get splittin'
Like my life is thru and death slips in
Like
Theres no air left and my chest stiffinnnnns....
Like Im in the church and im preachin'
Lovin the way sista look and afta service we creepin'
Play my music like we was in the telly deep asleep then got murdered
Cuz her husband was the deaken.
[Chorus]
Play my music like I died (To the Dj)
Like the nina aint alive (Quit the replay)
Like I took the long ride (On my D-day)
Like everybody love my music and the whole world cried
Play my music like I died (To the Dj)
Like the nina aint alive (Quit the replay)
Like I took the long ride (On my D-day)
Like everybody love my music and the whole world cried
(DJ'S!!!!)
[Verse 2]
(Bring that beat back...Bring that beat back)
Like having super pnumonia with out taking my z-pack
like me off in a seat function flamed up witha a B hat
And im patten my pockets yellin " wheres my piece at "
Like an ink session gettin a snake in the back tat
Got a gun n kicked in the face and i ran to the back "skat!"
Thru the alley under a ladder tripped over a black cat
Fell in the street got hit by a toyota with a hatchback
Play my music let everyone know that I can rhyme
But I got shipped to iraq and I stepped on a land mine
Like a wild bull let out the cage and its ram time
My job is to be the circus clown but im damn blind
Like I had the cuban I accidentily called pin head
Like Im matisyahu in
A room full of skin heads
Play my music like Im permently in bed
Im sure the dj's are with it when him dead
[Chorus]
Play my music like I died (To the Dj)
Like the nina aint alive (Quit the replay)
Like I took the long ride (On my D-day)
Like everybody love my music and the whole world cried
Play my music like I died (To the Dj)
Like the nina aint alive (Quit the replay)
Like I took the long ride (On my D-day)
Like everybody love my music and the whole world cried
(DJ'S!!!!)
[Verse 3]
[backwards rap]
Unless I left my vest and I catch the magnum
like they let tech rest and toe tagged em'
After the beat him tied him to the truck and clod dragged em'
Like i died of lupus, cancer, lucimia, epilepsy, m.s, or sickle cell anemia
All at the same time and the call is a slaign n9ne
Caught by a serial killer with a saw and its pain time
Guess it really does pay to get caught with stray
Thats what it cost, what you pay in a way thats all for the say
Cuase when you rappin' your ass off
Skill is they last thought
Realler than real spill but you get killed and you blast off
Play my records like Im takin the big ride
Like a deadly virus killin me inside
I know you sucka dj's got a lotta pride
All jokes aside even though I'm still alive......
[Chorus]
Play my music like I died (To the Dj)
Like the nina aint alive (Quit the replay)
Like I took the long ride (On my D-day)
Like everybody love my music and the whole world cried
Play my music like I died (To the Dj)
Like the nina aint alive (Quit the replay)
Like I took the long ride (On my D-day)
Like everybody love my music and the whole world cried
(DJ'S!!!!)
[Outro, upset Tech]
Play my music like I died
Like the nina aint alive
Like I took the long ride
Like everbody loved my music and the whole world cryed
Sickology 101 lyrics - Tech N9ne (feat. Crooked I, Chino XL)
[bell rings]
[Intro - Chopped and Screwed Voice - talking]
Hey, now everybody sit down and shut the fuck up!
Class is now in session
If you came here to hear that lovey dovey shit - get the fuck out!
If you soft and scared of hardcore shit - get the fuck out!
For those who love raw shit - welcome to Sickology 101
Your instructor for today is - Tech N9ne!
[Verse 1 - Tech N9ne]
This is style I use pitch, to catch and seduce chicks
To signal the true sick, mellow tone is what you spit
Switchin the pattern, bust out that quick midwest chatter
Some people hate but it ain't matterin, but the people gather, it's flatterin
Switchin the pitch, mixin, there's no need to be stiff in this bitch
Spittin full clips on a mission for bliss when I be rippin this shit
Make it excitin, got to be invitin when you're writin your piece
Never be dick ridin, if you're goin to be bitin, you're ignitin the beast
This is melodic, melodies, if you got it
Mix it hot as tamales, you singin off-key is garbage
If you can't keep an octave in a pocket, you need to stop it
Have confidence, speak with conviction, don't put 'em asleep when you rock it
This is harmony, Nina's taking you through it
Make it buttery, utterly beautiful, make it fluid
Sickology 101 is in session, I thought you knew it
We murderin motherfuckers in music, that's how we do it!
[Chorus]
GET! (ON YOUR FEET!), UP! (OUT YOUR SEAT!)
GET! (ON YOUR FEET!), UP! (OUT YOUR SEAT!)
GET! (ON YOUR FEET!), UP! (OUT YOUR SEAT!)
Such an oddity with it, this is Sickology
GET! (ON YOUR FEET!), UP! (OUT YOUR SEAT!)
GET! (ON YOUR FEET!), UP! (OUT YOUR SEAT!)
GET! (ON YOUR FEET!), UP! (OUT YOUR SEAT!)
From our west coast instructor - Crooked I (Crooked I ...)
[Verse 2 - Crooked I]
My killer Daytons can keep me crushin the competition
Comin correct when creatin the crazy composition
Cannibal character, Calico carrier, got a crooked copper missin
Cali killers on candid cock emissions
That was constant consonant wordplay
Wordplay rhymes with Thursday and thirsty - if I'm thirst-ay!
I change the pronunciation of words, per se
The English language got to do whatever my verse say
So if you want to learn to rap, this is how (this is how)
Right now I'm puttin swag in my style (in my style)
It's a emphasis on the simplest sentences
Then I give 'em charisma with a laugh and a smile (and a smile)
If you want your verses to cost higher
Then your similes got to be hot as a live wire
You need some better metaphors
For example, this song is a war zone and you listeners in the cross fire
[Chorus]
From our east coast instructor - Chino XL
[Verse 3 - Chino XL]
Everybody start lockin their windows and doors, Chino might get in
It's like light-ning, how I'm strikin a triflin rifleman
Bullets flyin up and I'm numbin the bum, like it's Vicodin
So much metal in his spine, he could get rich from the recycling! (yeah!)
Chino be curdlin blood, don't get burned from the buzz
I speak with conviction, like what Da Brat just heard from the judge
Bludgeon no love, industry hate me yo
I'd rather hear Hannah Montana, than half of you rappers on the radio!
Startin drama with Chino, God forbid
Auction my lyrics on eBay, that's God for bid
Problem is lyric Jesus is more than a man
with a sick delivery, like I drive a coroner van (damn)
I'm demented, spittin writtens as sick as I can
Grenade grippin, fittin to detonate Disneyland
I am teachin Sickology, try to follow how every punch line hits
Like Chris Brown's fist in the face of Rihanna
[Chorus]
Yes I got to be vicious, this is Sickology
[Outro - Chopped and Screwed Voice - talking]
For those who don't know what the fuck's goin on
This is Sickology 101, you punk motherfuckers!
Hahaha, let's kill these niggaz
[Intro - Chopped and Screwed Voice - talking]
Hey, now everybody sit down and shut the fuck up!
Class is now in session
If you came here to hear that lovey dovey shit - get the fuck out!
If you soft and scared of hardcore shit - get the fuck out!
For those who love raw shit - welcome to Sickology 101
Your instructor for today is - Tech N9ne!
[Verse 1 - Tech N9ne]
This is style I use pitch, to catch and seduce chicks
To signal the true sick, mellow tone is what you spit
Switchin the pattern, bust out that quick midwest chatter
Some people hate but it ain't matterin, but the people gather, it's flatterin
Switchin the pitch, mixin, there's no need to be stiff in this bitch
Spittin full clips on a mission for bliss when I be rippin this shit
Make it excitin, got to be invitin when you're writin your piece
Never be dick ridin, if you're goin to be bitin, you're ignitin the beast
This is melodic, melodies, if you got it
Mix it hot as tamales, you singin off-key is garbage
If you can't keep an octave in a pocket, you need to stop it
Have confidence, speak with conviction, don't put 'em asleep when you rock it
This is harmony, Nina's taking you through it
Make it buttery, utterly beautiful, make it fluid
Sickology 101 is in session, I thought you knew it
We murderin motherfuckers in music, that's how we do it!
[Chorus]
GET! (ON YOUR FEET!), UP! (OUT YOUR SEAT!)
GET! (ON YOUR FEET!), UP! (OUT YOUR SEAT!)
GET! (ON YOUR FEET!), UP! (OUT YOUR SEAT!)
Such an oddity with it, this is Sickology
GET! (ON YOUR FEET!), UP! (OUT YOUR SEAT!)
GET! (ON YOUR FEET!), UP! (OUT YOUR SEAT!)
GET! (ON YOUR FEET!), UP! (OUT YOUR SEAT!)
From our west coast instructor - Crooked I (Crooked I ...)
[Verse 2 - Crooked I]
My killer Daytons can keep me crushin the competition
Comin correct when creatin the crazy composition
Cannibal character, Calico carrier, got a crooked copper missin
Cali killers on candid cock emissions
That was constant consonant wordplay
Wordplay rhymes with Thursday and thirsty - if I'm thirst-ay!
I change the pronunciation of words, per se
The English language got to do whatever my verse say
So if you want to learn to rap, this is how (this is how)
Right now I'm puttin swag in my style (in my style)
It's a emphasis on the simplest sentences
Then I give 'em charisma with a laugh and a smile (and a smile)
If you want your verses to cost higher
Then your similes got to be hot as a live wire
You need some better metaphors
For example, this song is a war zone and you listeners in the cross fire
[Chorus]
From our east coast instructor - Chino XL
[Verse 3 - Chino XL]
Everybody start lockin their windows and doors, Chino might get in
It's like light-ning, how I'm strikin a triflin rifleman
Bullets flyin up and I'm numbin the bum, like it's Vicodin
So much metal in his spine, he could get rich from the recycling! (yeah!)
Chino be curdlin blood, don't get burned from the buzz
I speak with conviction, like what Da Brat just heard from the judge
Bludgeon no love, industry hate me yo
I'd rather hear Hannah Montana, than half of you rappers on the radio!
Startin drama with Chino, God forbid
Auction my lyrics on eBay, that's God for bid
Problem is lyric Jesus is more than a man
with a sick delivery, like I drive a coroner van (damn)
I'm demented, spittin writtens as sick as I can
Grenade grippin, fittin to detonate Disneyland
I am teachin Sickology, try to follow how every punch line hits
Like Chris Brown's fist in the face of Rihanna
[Chorus]
Yes I got to be vicious, this is Sickology
[Outro - Chopped and Screwed Voice - talking]
For those who don't know what the fuck's goin on
This is Sickology 101, you punk motherfuckers!
Hahaha, let's kill these niggaz
Midwest Choppers 2 lyrics - Tech N9ne (feat. K-Dean, Krayzie Bone)
[Intro]
We scoured the globe on a quest to find the most elite
Most intricate tongues of all time
California, New York, Denmark, Australia
Then a cold wind from the Midwest brought the hardest
Fastest, most accurate tongues ever heard in our lifetime
These are the Midwest Choppers
[K-Dean]
I got a message for any one of you muthafuckin niggaz
That wanna talk 'bout the Mid-Midwest
We dangerous, Aim to bust any little nigga with a big-big chest
Anybody that wanna be comin thinkin they hotter
I'm a type of nigga that'll really kill ya for dollas
Fuck everybody that want a piece of a killa
For real, Me and my niggaz will leave you floatin in a river
So fuck all you haters, You heard what I said
My flow a little bit over your head
Act like a pencil, I'll fill you with led
If you afraid, Then tell me you scared
Cause imma little bit out of my muthafuckin mind
The hardest rapper that Tecca N9na could fuckin find
Who that? Who that? That's me
Who that? Who that? K-Dean
When I was comin up in the game everybody was tellin me
'I really be killin a lot of you niggaz, I'm mean'
Fuckin with my niggaz D-Loc and Dalima
They told me, 'I be really gotta be a muderer killin machine'
I didn't care about nothing but rappin my way to the top
Fuckin with my nigga Tech, He told me I'm hot
Anybody got a problem with any one of my niggaz
I'll pulled out the 9 milli up to a pop
Bring the heat, Bring the noise, Bring the flames
Anything that you bring, Imma tame
Puttin dirt on the top of my name
Pull back and I click-click, bang
Ask Tech, He'll tell you I'm strange
If you ever wanna talk about me
Imma run up, Gun up and leave you with no brain
Then you'll know my flow is insane
[Chorus]
I be on the West Coast, I be on the East Coast
I be North, South, but I reside on my side, Midwest Chopper
Even though I'm all up in the Northwest
All across the U.S.
Overseas, Midwest Choppers
Ay-Oh-Ay-Oh-Ay-Oh-Ay-Oh (You can't touch us)
Ay-Oh-Ay-Oh-Ay-Oh-Ay-Oh (Yeah, Midwest Choppers)
Ay-Oh-Ay-Oh-Ay-Oh-Ay-Oh (You can't touch us)
Ay-Oh-Ay-Oh-Ay-Oh-Ay-Oh (Nigga, Midwest Choppers)
[Krayzie Bone]
Come, come get some of this
Midwest murda music, murda music, murda music
Come, come get some of this
Midwest murda music, murda music, murda music
Let me hit 'em
When I get 'em, Imma split 'em, Imma kill 'em
I'm the nigga with the lyrical venom finna get up in them
When they give me the instrumental
I finish 'em, diminish 'em
I guarantee the murda music is a minimum
But lately I been givin 'em hell
They don't really wanna see me, I'm so damn swell
Call me a monster, Verse Designer, First To bomb ya
Leathaface pullin up in that hearse beside ya
Murda, mo murda, mo murda, mo murdered 'em all, kill 'em all
Krayzie kill 'em all, they fall
It's a lyrical execution
We snap faster, We the rap masters
Squeeze the gat, Blast it, If that's how it gots to be
So they better get it ready
Cause I'm heated like an AK-47 spittin bullet deliverence out of me
Well that's somethin, That's crazy, Jackson
He's amazin action, Stay in action
Rap singin at ya, I'm blazin at ya
I'm kinda like an automatic aimin at ya
And I don't want a little bit of flame to ashes
You know you really truely insane to madness
You're never gonna find other niggaz more scandalous
Than this Midwest blastin famly
[Chorus]
I be on the West Coast, I be on the East Coast
I be North, South, but I reside on my side, Midwest Chopper
Even though I'm all up in the Northwest
All across the U.S.
Overseas, Midwest Choppers
Ay-Oh-Ay-Oh-Ay-Oh-Ay-Oh (You can't touch us)
Ay-Oh-Ay-Oh-Ay-Oh-Ay-Oh (Yeah, Midwest Choppers)
Ay-Oh-Ay-Oh-Ay-Oh-Ay-Oh (You can't touch us)
Ay-Oh-Ay-Oh-Ay-Oh-Ay-Oh (Nigga, Midwest Choppers)
[Tech N9ne]
I am the definition of murda
The N9ne is now coming to serve ya
You're running but you can't go no furtha
Cause I'm running through you with no sign of inertia
Gimme the mic and I bet that you duck
It's what you betta do when I'm bussin
I be flippin, I'm incredible, Never get on my level
I'm a killa with the pedal to the medal
You're edible and ya death is so inevitable
I can take it to ya momma, Ya daddy, The back of a caddy
You cut up in the sack with a baggy and I wanna...
Take it out and make it patty
You gotta be patty
Cause that'll be bad if you decide to mad, Is you gonna?
You can listen to me and see I'm the nigga with the ammunition
I'm givin the livin a vision of death
Makin 'em sick and depressed
Cause I be givin everything
I'm a rebel and I'm still with the quick and the best
Makin 'em walk in the business
I get up in it to rip and diminish ya
Trip and I finish ya
Dig it, You really get me livid, I'm bout give it a pivot
Imma stick it so we can differ to sinister
I be the chopper that got ya little boppers goin off us
Better not let me up on the premises
Cause I'm a doctor that's out for the shotaz when I brought ya
Be cautious never talk of this nemesis
We on top of the hill when it come to the skill
Other rappers are damn jokers
They be givin the people comedy
But the Tecca N9na misery shit is Bram Stoker
[Chorus]
I be on the West Coast, I be on the East Coast
I be North, South, but I reside on my side, Midwest Chopper
Even though I'm all up in the Northwest
All across the U.S.
Overseas, Midwest Choppers
Ay-Oh-Ay-Oh-Ay-Oh-Ay-Oh (You can't touch us)
Ay-Oh-Ay-Oh-Ay-Oh-Ay-Oh (Yeah, Midwest Choppers)
Ay-Oh-Ay-Oh-Ay-Oh-Ay-Oh (You can't touch us)
Ay-Oh-Ay-Oh-Ay-Oh-Ay-Oh (Nigga, Midwest Choppers)
We scoured the globe on a quest to find the most elite
Most intricate tongues of all time
California, New York, Denmark, Australia
Then a cold wind from the Midwest brought the hardest
Fastest, most accurate tongues ever heard in our lifetime
These are the Midwest Choppers
[K-Dean]
I got a message for any one of you muthafuckin niggaz
That wanna talk 'bout the Mid-Midwest
We dangerous, Aim to bust any little nigga with a big-big chest
Anybody that wanna be comin thinkin they hotter
I'm a type of nigga that'll really kill ya for dollas
Fuck everybody that want a piece of a killa
For real, Me and my niggaz will leave you floatin in a river
So fuck all you haters, You heard what I said
My flow a little bit over your head
Act like a pencil, I'll fill you with led
If you afraid, Then tell me you scared
Cause imma little bit out of my muthafuckin mind
The hardest rapper that Tecca N9na could fuckin find
Who that? Who that? That's me
Who that? Who that? K-Dean
When I was comin up in the game everybody was tellin me
'I really be killin a lot of you niggaz, I'm mean'
Fuckin with my niggaz D-Loc and Dalima
They told me, 'I be really gotta be a muderer killin machine'
I didn't care about nothing but rappin my way to the top
Fuckin with my nigga Tech, He told me I'm hot
Anybody got a problem with any one of my niggaz
I'll pulled out the 9 milli up to a pop
Bring the heat, Bring the noise, Bring the flames
Anything that you bring, Imma tame
Puttin dirt on the top of my name
Pull back and I click-click, bang
Ask Tech, He'll tell you I'm strange
If you ever wanna talk about me
Imma run up, Gun up and leave you with no brain
Then you'll know my flow is insane
[Chorus]
I be on the West Coast, I be on the East Coast
I be North, South, but I reside on my side, Midwest Chopper
Even though I'm all up in the Northwest
All across the U.S.
Overseas, Midwest Choppers
Ay-Oh-Ay-Oh-Ay-Oh-Ay-Oh (You can't touch us)
Ay-Oh-Ay-Oh-Ay-Oh-Ay-Oh (Yeah, Midwest Choppers)
Ay-Oh-Ay-Oh-Ay-Oh-Ay-Oh (You can't touch us)
Ay-Oh-Ay-Oh-Ay-Oh-Ay-Oh (Nigga, Midwest Choppers)
[Krayzie Bone]
Come, come get some of this
Midwest murda music, murda music, murda music
Come, come get some of this
Midwest murda music, murda music, murda music
Let me hit 'em
When I get 'em, Imma split 'em, Imma kill 'em
I'm the nigga with the lyrical venom finna get up in them
When they give me the instrumental
I finish 'em, diminish 'em
I guarantee the murda music is a minimum
But lately I been givin 'em hell
They don't really wanna see me, I'm so damn swell
Call me a monster, Verse Designer, First To bomb ya
Leathaface pullin up in that hearse beside ya
Murda, mo murda, mo murda, mo murdered 'em all, kill 'em all
Krayzie kill 'em all, they fall
It's a lyrical execution
We snap faster, We the rap masters
Squeeze the gat, Blast it, If that's how it gots to be
So they better get it ready
Cause I'm heated like an AK-47 spittin bullet deliverence out of me
Well that's somethin, That's crazy, Jackson
He's amazin action, Stay in action
Rap singin at ya, I'm blazin at ya
I'm kinda like an automatic aimin at ya
And I don't want a little bit of flame to ashes
You know you really truely insane to madness
You're never gonna find other niggaz more scandalous
Than this Midwest blastin famly
[Chorus]
I be on the West Coast, I be on the East Coast
I be North, South, but I reside on my side, Midwest Chopper
Even though I'm all up in the Northwest
All across the U.S.
Overseas, Midwest Choppers
Ay-Oh-Ay-Oh-Ay-Oh-Ay-Oh (You can't touch us)
Ay-Oh-Ay-Oh-Ay-Oh-Ay-Oh (Yeah, Midwest Choppers)
Ay-Oh-Ay-Oh-Ay-Oh-Ay-Oh (You can't touch us)
Ay-Oh-Ay-Oh-Ay-Oh-Ay-Oh (Nigga, Midwest Choppers)
[Tech N9ne]
I am the definition of murda
The N9ne is now coming to serve ya
You're running but you can't go no furtha
Cause I'm running through you with no sign of inertia
Gimme the mic and I bet that you duck
It's what you betta do when I'm bussin
I be flippin, I'm incredible, Never get on my level
I'm a killa with the pedal to the medal
You're edible and ya death is so inevitable
I can take it to ya momma, Ya daddy, The back of a caddy
You cut up in the sack with a baggy and I wanna...
Take it out and make it patty
You gotta be patty
Cause that'll be bad if you decide to mad, Is you gonna?
You can listen to me and see I'm the nigga with the ammunition
I'm givin the livin a vision of death
Makin 'em sick and depressed
Cause I be givin everything
I'm a rebel and I'm still with the quick and the best
Makin 'em walk in the business
I get up in it to rip and diminish ya
Trip and I finish ya
Dig it, You really get me livid, I'm bout give it a pivot
Imma stick it so we can differ to sinister
I be the chopper that got ya little boppers goin off us
Better not let me up on the premises
Cause I'm a doctor that's out for the shotaz when I brought ya
Be cautious never talk of this nemesis
We on top of the hill when it come to the skill
Other rappers are damn jokers
They be givin the people comedy
But the Tecca N9na misery shit is Bram Stoker
[Chorus]
I be on the West Coast, I be on the East Coast
I be North, South, but I reside on my side, Midwest Chopper
Even though I'm all up in the Northwest
All across the U.S.
Overseas, Midwest Choppers
Ay-Oh-Ay-Oh-Ay-Oh-Ay-Oh (You can't touch us)
Ay-Oh-Ay-Oh-Ay-Oh-Ay-Oh (Yeah, Midwest Choppers)
Ay-Oh-Ay-Oh-Ay-Oh-Ay-Oh (You can't touch us)
Ay-Oh-Ay-Oh-Ay-Oh-Ay-Oh (Nigga, Midwest Choppers)
Ghetto Love lyrics - Tech N9ne (feat. Krizz Kaliko, Kutt Calhoun)
[Chorus x2:]
I'm talkin 'bout ghetto love,
Girl dont keep me waitin for that
Ghetto love! talk bout misbehaving.
Because when I get you home in the sack and when I give it to you,
Give it back give it back give it back give it back give it back naked ass
[Krizz Kaliko]
Im talkin bout socks on, socks off, get my rocks off. big old back end, wax on wax off.
You can have it however you like, thin or go bad make it sure the cookie monster is tight.
Ginseng make ya swing from the chandelier , I know I sing but its a real man standin here.
Now that I think cackle
Lay on your back girl, ill have you thinkin im the king of the world!
When I put my thing in ya girl!
Im pullin micro-braids and weaves out, blowin backs and knees out,
Have ya screaming kali baby after that your knees out.
predator lookin for a black and decker pecker wrecker
Better than bed and head and make me wish I never left her.
Hey! dont tell your girl friend how I beat it up and your man;
He so cold to ya and I heat it up.
Let go your inhibitions, reservations: swallow them.
Get some ghetto-ness give it to you at your mom and dems.
[Chorus x2]
[Kutt Calhoun]
Have you ever all witnessed the "just been hit with a dick" stature?
From a nigga like me who licks it then hits in it after.
(ohh) in your cervix servin you some of this summer salami,
Work up a sweat from passionate sex like performing palates.
Ghetto! im lex-er than steel when it comes to real sex in the pill,
No step in this fill if you scared of catchin a di-lzn-ick.
Real spit, or do you prefer lil' dick?
She said "no I likes it nice and hard to bring the real shit"
And ill be commin (commin) from around a corner with a box of magnums to put it on ya.
Backpack and newports with third patron ya never hear kutt calhouns a loner.
Im not sincere, not me from the bottom of a bad mother fucker named sascha fears
Drink (drink) your kool-aid with a booty naked aint nothin but some mother fuckin sex in here.
(I) beat the koochie, (I) treat the koochie, (I) never heard a bitch call me a pussy,
(WHY) aint seducing shutem up quick, makem cover up dick like shes a hoe.
Tellm kutt just what you like little mommy and we can settle up,
We'll have you twitchin, feinding, and constantly thinkin bout my ghe-bout-bout my
[Chorus x2]
[Tech N9ne on the hook]
I want you to pop it and dip then upswing your hips, back it up and dont trip,
Let your back bone slip, spin around get a grip, of the pole and then flip,
Baby thats the way you strip, heres your tip, not on the lips
[Tech N9ne]
(hey hey) the ghetto be missin me, I had an epiphany,
I need some ghetto lovin so I get what their diggin me,
They sniffin and kissin me, "wanna split with me? all in favor say yes,
Is you is or is you aint my constituency?"
Heimlich, all over tech n9ne dick, imma bark and grind this,
"do you know your beautiful and your fine miss?
And you two you three find this, well we never be minded,
I love big behinds, call me your highndness,
"hey mister mercatroy I love when your workin;
You're twerkin that ghetto booty even makin suburban boys,
Make alot of suburban noise, got money in my pocket like im a turban boy."
So after your koochie crusade, you know she ghetto if she come and bring you kool-aid (ohhh yeahh)
[Chorus x2]
I'm talkin about pole slidin, lap dance ridin,
Do something strange for some change if your buying,
But big strippers make big tippers, show no thankful for all their booty you give us.
For just a drink or two, she'll make and wink at you.
Drain your change till she think you're through,
The ohh she gotcha booty bopper, oochie wobbble watch ya while she callin you poppa.
The urge to push to thrust I mean to shove takes you back to the ghetto, for some...(ghetto love....)
I'm talkin 'bout ghetto love,
Girl dont keep me waitin for that
Ghetto love! talk bout misbehaving.
Because when I get you home in the sack and when I give it to you,
Give it back give it back give it back give it back give it back naked ass
[Krizz Kaliko]
Im talkin bout socks on, socks off, get my rocks off. big old back end, wax on wax off.
You can have it however you like, thin or go bad make it sure the cookie monster is tight.
Ginseng make ya swing from the chandelier , I know I sing but its a real man standin here.
Now that I think cackle
Lay on your back girl, ill have you thinkin im the king of the world!
When I put my thing in ya girl!
Im pullin micro-braids and weaves out, blowin backs and knees out,
Have ya screaming kali baby after that your knees out.
predator lookin for a black and decker pecker wrecker
Better than bed and head and make me wish I never left her.
Hey! dont tell your girl friend how I beat it up and your man;
He so cold to ya and I heat it up.
Let go your inhibitions, reservations: swallow them.
Get some ghetto-ness give it to you at your mom and dems.
[Chorus x2]
[Kutt Calhoun]
Have you ever all witnessed the "just been hit with a dick" stature?
From a nigga like me who licks it then hits in it after.
(ohh) in your cervix servin you some of this summer salami,
Work up a sweat from passionate sex like performing palates.
Ghetto! im lex-er than steel when it comes to real sex in the pill,
No step in this fill if you scared of catchin a di-lzn-ick.
Real spit, or do you prefer lil' dick?
She said "no I likes it nice and hard to bring the real shit"
And ill be commin (commin) from around a corner with a box of magnums to put it on ya.
Backpack and newports with third patron ya never hear kutt calhouns a loner.
Im not sincere, not me from the bottom of a bad mother fucker named sascha fears
Drink (drink) your kool-aid with a booty naked aint nothin but some mother fuckin sex in here.
(I) beat the koochie, (I) treat the koochie, (I) never heard a bitch call me a pussy,
(WHY) aint seducing shutem up quick, makem cover up dick like shes a hoe.
Tellm kutt just what you like little mommy and we can settle up,
We'll have you twitchin, feinding, and constantly thinkin bout my ghe-bout-bout my
[Chorus x2]
[Tech N9ne on the hook]
I want you to pop it and dip then upswing your hips, back it up and dont trip,
Let your back bone slip, spin around get a grip, of the pole and then flip,
Baby thats the way you strip, heres your tip, not on the lips
[Tech N9ne]
(hey hey) the ghetto be missin me, I had an epiphany,
I need some ghetto lovin so I get what their diggin me,
They sniffin and kissin me, "wanna split with me? all in favor say yes,
Is you is or is you aint my constituency?"
Heimlich, all over tech n9ne dick, imma bark and grind this,
"do you know your beautiful and your fine miss?
And you two you three find this, well we never be minded,
I love big behinds, call me your highndness,
"hey mister mercatroy I love when your workin;
You're twerkin that ghetto booty even makin suburban boys,
Make alot of suburban noise, got money in my pocket like im a turban boy."
So after your koochie crusade, you know she ghetto if she come and bring you kool-aid (ohhh yeahh)
[Chorus x2]
I'm talkin about pole slidin, lap dance ridin,
Do something strange for some change if your buying,
But big strippers make big tippers, show no thankful for all their booty you give us.
For just a drink or two, she'll make and wink at you.
Drain your change till she think you're through,
The ohh she gotcha booty bopper, oochie wobbble watch ya while she callin you poppa.
The urge to push to thrust I mean to shove takes you back to the ghetto, for some...(ghetto love....)
Poh Me Anutha lyrics - Tech N9ne (feat. Kutt Calhoun, Potluck)
Poh me anutha
Poh me anutha
Poh me anutha drank
My pocket is full of bank
You want me to stop I can't
It's sho hot in this place I think I'm bout to faint
So baby..
Poh me anutha
Poh me anutha
Poh me anutha drank (Do It) [x2]
[Tech N9NE]
I wanna couple of dem para-dises
Gimme two of dem sum a dem beetches
That's the Hennesy at the top
That's fifty dollars a shot
Too much will make you pop to pieces
Cause when I party yes I drink to sin
Gimme drunk enough I'll probably bink a friend
Rumble in my belly
Head is in the toilet
I will never ever get drunk again
I'm talkin bout them other cats
Drinkin a little boo and then they had enough of that
Dark is what I do can never get enough yak
But when I do what I do while they mixin em
What I gotta ask
Sane lookin man gon make me three
Cups of delicious K.C. Tea
That's Hennesy, Sprite and lemon
If you got better than that you gotta make me see
Off in the club fucked up
And I got all of my bucks up
Twenty women at the bar right next to me
Every one of them just lucked up
Saturday night Voodoo Loungin it
Cause P & L club's got boo boo sounds in it
All twenty comin with the crew who's down to hit
Til the break of dawn wit a new new poundin it
Last call
Ain't no such
Then we drinkin one in my clutch
Keep the party goin
I'm getting your lust up
Everybody we be comin to lift your cups then
[Chorus]
Poh me anutha
Poh me anutha
Poh me anutha drank (Do It) [x2]
My pocket is full of bank
You want me to stop I can't
It's sho hot in this place I think I'm about to faint
So baby....
Poh me anutha
Poh me anutha
Poh me anutha drank (Do It) [x2]
My pocket is full of bank
You want me to stop I can't
It's sho hot in this place I think I'm about to faint
So baby...
[Kutt Calhoun]
I'm theatre of the hood
When it's lights, cameras, faction
Niggas gon be niggas when it's fight satisfaction
I walk up to the bar smellin like the Kenneth Reaction
Niggas reactin like you must be out of his slacks
When I'm undressed I confess I act a foolery
A pocket full of duckettes
Buku bitches and jewelery
I'm buyin out the bar like my name was Anheusur Brewery
And hittin bush by the duece
Like Jesus created two of me
Haters they make me famous
So I'm deservin an Oscar
Walkin by niggas notice my swagger's disturbin they posture
But I don't ever pranks bein gangsta got a steady aim
Cause the K will make them feel more hits than Teddy Pain
So I don't tease about the way I'm makin cheese
I know you haties wanna cease and desist
But it will never ever happen
Cause I'm definitely rapping
At the party wondering will I quit
I simply say
Poh me anutha
Poh me anutha
Poh me anutha drank (Do It) [x2]
My pocket is full of bank
You want me to stop I can't
It's sho hot in this place I think I'm about to faint
So baby...
Poh me anutha
Poh me anutha
Poh me anutha drank (Do It) [x2]
My pocket is full of bank
You want me to stop I can't
It's sho hot in this place I think I'm about to faint
So baby..
[Potluck]
I'm the type of drinker with no mixers in my liquors
Crown Royal on the rocks serve it in your biggest pitcher
Rock the cocktail thinking Potluck too high to talk to women
Just wanna get em drunk shut em up and get up in em
She tipsy off six shots
She's feelin my Rick Ross
She wanna lick a rapper and roll wit a big boss
Push it to the limit
Everyday's another party
Pineapple mali and Bacardi turnin all the women naughty
Uh-Oh
I be drinkin everyday like I'm on tour
And I love to get high like bon jour
Take another shot the shit's contagious
Like Nicolas Cage you live in Las Vegas
I'm sedated (?)
Aimlessly lookin for faded hoes who wanna get naked
Cause bitch it's under rated
So pour me another drink
I want one
I'ma take it to the head til they all done
I can barely stand up let alone run
But the name of the game is to have fun
So take a shot with me little mama
I promise I don't bite like Jeffery Dahmer
I'm goin to the top like Barack Obama
I'm a never slow it down like a comet
So I'ma..
Poh me anutha
Poh me anutha
Poh me anutha drank (Do It) [x2]
My pocket is full of bank
You want me to stop I can't
It's sho hot in this place I think I'm about to faint
So baby
Poh me anutha
Poh me anutha
Poh me anutha drank (Do It) [x2]
My pocket is full of bank
You want me to stop I can't
It's sho hot in this place I think I'm about to..
Poh me anutha
Poh me anutha drank
My pocket is full of bank
You want me to stop I can't
It's sho hot in this place I think I'm bout to faint
So baby..
Poh me anutha
Poh me anutha
Poh me anutha drank (Do It) [x2]
[Tech N9NE]
I wanna couple of dem para-dises
Gimme two of dem sum a dem beetches
That's the Hennesy at the top
That's fifty dollars a shot
Too much will make you pop to pieces
Cause when I party yes I drink to sin
Gimme drunk enough I'll probably bink a friend
Rumble in my belly
Head is in the toilet
I will never ever get drunk again
I'm talkin bout them other cats
Drinkin a little boo and then they had enough of that
Dark is what I do can never get enough yak
But when I do what I do while they mixin em
What I gotta ask
Sane lookin man gon make me three
Cups of delicious K.C. Tea
That's Hennesy, Sprite and lemon
If you got better than that you gotta make me see
Off in the club fucked up
And I got all of my bucks up
Twenty women at the bar right next to me
Every one of them just lucked up
Saturday night Voodoo Loungin it
Cause P & L club's got boo boo sounds in it
All twenty comin with the crew who's down to hit
Til the break of dawn wit a new new poundin it
Last call
Ain't no such
Then we drinkin one in my clutch
Keep the party goin
I'm getting your lust up
Everybody we be comin to lift your cups then
[Chorus]
Poh me anutha
Poh me anutha
Poh me anutha drank (Do It) [x2]
My pocket is full of bank
You want me to stop I can't
It's sho hot in this place I think I'm about to faint
So baby....
Poh me anutha
Poh me anutha
Poh me anutha drank (Do It) [x2]
My pocket is full of bank
You want me to stop I can't
It's sho hot in this place I think I'm about to faint
So baby...
[Kutt Calhoun]
I'm theatre of the hood
When it's lights, cameras, faction
Niggas gon be niggas when it's fight satisfaction
I walk up to the bar smellin like the Kenneth Reaction
Niggas reactin like you must be out of his slacks
When I'm undressed I confess I act a foolery
A pocket full of duckettes
Buku bitches and jewelery
I'm buyin out the bar like my name was Anheusur Brewery
And hittin bush by the duece
Like Jesus created two of me
Haters they make me famous
So I'm deservin an Oscar
Walkin by niggas notice my swagger's disturbin they posture
But I don't ever pranks bein gangsta got a steady aim
Cause the K will make them feel more hits than Teddy Pain
So I don't tease about the way I'm makin cheese
I know you haties wanna cease and desist
But it will never ever happen
Cause I'm definitely rapping
At the party wondering will I quit
I simply say
Poh me anutha
Poh me anutha
Poh me anutha drank (Do It) [x2]
My pocket is full of bank
You want me to stop I can't
It's sho hot in this place I think I'm about to faint
So baby...
Poh me anutha
Poh me anutha
Poh me anutha drank (Do It) [x2]
My pocket is full of bank
You want me to stop I can't
It's sho hot in this place I think I'm about to faint
So baby..
[Potluck]
I'm the type of drinker with no mixers in my liquors
Crown Royal on the rocks serve it in your biggest pitcher
Rock the cocktail thinking Potluck too high to talk to women
Just wanna get em drunk shut em up and get up in em
She tipsy off six shots
She's feelin my Rick Ross
She wanna lick a rapper and roll wit a big boss
Push it to the limit
Everyday's another party
Pineapple mali and Bacardi turnin all the women naughty
Uh-Oh
I be drinkin everyday like I'm on tour
And I love to get high like bon jour
Take another shot the shit's contagious
Like Nicolas Cage you live in Las Vegas
I'm sedated (?)
Aimlessly lookin for faded hoes who wanna get naked
Cause bitch it's under rated
So pour me another drink
I want one
I'ma take it to the head til they all done
I can barely stand up let alone run
But the name of the game is to have fun
So take a shot with me little mama
I promise I don't bite like Jeffery Dahmer
I'm goin to the top like Barack Obama
I'm a never slow it down like a comet
So I'ma..
Poh me anutha
Poh me anutha
Poh me anutha drank (Do It) [x2]
My pocket is full of bank
You want me to stop I can't
It's sho hot in this place I think I'm about to faint
So baby
Poh me anutha
Poh me anutha
Poh me anutha drank (Do It) [x2]
My pocket is full of bank
You want me to stop I can't
It's sho hot in this place I think I'm about to..
We Kixin' It lyrics - Tech N9ne (feat. Ron Ron, The Popper)
(Big gasp) I feel like I'm about to throw up. (ugh!)
Gang sighns cause I'm kixin' it! (oh)
Guess I never grow up. security! ease up, let a big star enter.
I just want to drink and flirt with the female bartender.
Kixin' it, You up tight but I'm in a loose mood.
Mixin' it, not much ice its a vodka and juice booze.
Mixin' it, which one might be the vodka and boose boose.
Fixin' it, my home slice yellin out 'coose dude'
Heh, dont do the same old two step throw it up I want to see what city you in.
Dancin with a beezy, got my hands where the cushion at.
Yellin at the squares 'what the hell is you lookin at?'
Booty I'm gripsen it. know that I'm gunna be twisten it
Never could tell me to cool it because I'm a villain and baby we kixin it!
[chorus]
I'm cleaned up, my greens up, I'm teamed up.
The tea must be steamed up because we kixin' it.
We got the liquor in the door we mixin' it.
We lettin everybody know we hate fakes, frauds, false, foes.
We dont want to see 'em. we let everybody know we kixin' it.
We got the liquor in the door, we mixin it.
Come on everybody ooohh!
Kicken its automatic once I bit into this tablet probably never quit kicken it 'till I kick my drinking habit.
I doubt it will ever happen but never is what you never say.
Matter of fact I havent had a drink well since yesterday.
My dictions a lil slurry and visions a lil blurry
Stomache bubblin a lil bit, chickens a lil curry
The club fin to close so sippen this in a hurry
And plus I'm temperarly fixin n gettin merried
The party's in the parking lot, loomin the mac world
Sobered up and noticed I was stroken on a fat girl!
Ohh ohh no no sin the clubs please say it aint so!
But I'm still in to kick it though, cup empty get some more
Say I shouldnt drink and drive, I party at the liquor store!
[chorus]
I'm cleaned up, my greens up, I'm teamed up.
The tea must be steamed up because we kixin' it.
We got the liquor in the door we mixin' it.
We lettin everybody know we hate fakes, frauds, false, foes.
We dont want to see 'em. we let everybody know we kixin' it.
We got the liquor in the door, we mixin it.
Come on everybody ooohh!
Done dealer tech n9ne, ron ron, got these chicks waving they hands in the air like they pom-poms.
Pop the military mind it but I'm calm niggers ask for a little bit of war but I'm nam.
Hit the club for an hour then I'm gone to the after party twenty missed calls from von-von.
I'm on some shit way over your head, swear to don if I get pissed I'm probally goin faaade
We's big time, you's hardly major. we spot bad chicks and fill em up with party favors.
Yeah all the haters we skrillin get stilla grit. get an empty cup and fill it quick.
'Till its six in the morn, in the tel, killen slit lay my perpes, till the day I die who spit it real as this.
[chorus]
I'm cleaned up, my greens up, I'm teamed up.
The tea must be steamed up because we kixin' it.
We got the liquor in the door we mixin' it.
We lettin everybody know we hate fakes, frauds, false, foes.
We dont want to see 'em. we let everybody know we kixin' it.
We got the liquor in the door, we mixin it.
Come on everybody ooohh!
Take yo phone an shine your light an with your left cause te liquor id in your right hand.
Put your phone up, turn your cup up. grap a lady put your hand right on her butt.
Now squeeze it squeeze it come on squeeze it squeeze it.
Thats your gal now ya'll can go on home and lay that ass on the couch and get your bone on
Gang sighns cause I'm kixin' it! (oh)
Guess I never grow up. security! ease up, let a big star enter.
I just want to drink and flirt with the female bartender.
Kixin' it, You up tight but I'm in a loose mood.
Mixin' it, not much ice its a vodka and juice booze.
Mixin' it, which one might be the vodka and boose boose.
Fixin' it, my home slice yellin out 'coose dude'
Heh, dont do the same old two step throw it up I want to see what city you in.
Dancin with a beezy, got my hands where the cushion at.
Yellin at the squares 'what the hell is you lookin at?'
Booty I'm gripsen it. know that I'm gunna be twisten it
Never could tell me to cool it because I'm a villain and baby we kixin it!
[chorus]
I'm cleaned up, my greens up, I'm teamed up.
The tea must be steamed up because we kixin' it.
We got the liquor in the door we mixin' it.
We lettin everybody know we hate fakes, frauds, false, foes.
We dont want to see 'em. we let everybody know we kixin' it.
We got the liquor in the door, we mixin it.
Come on everybody ooohh!
Kicken its automatic once I bit into this tablet probably never quit kicken it 'till I kick my drinking habit.
I doubt it will ever happen but never is what you never say.
Matter of fact I havent had a drink well since yesterday.
My dictions a lil slurry and visions a lil blurry
Stomache bubblin a lil bit, chickens a lil curry
The club fin to close so sippen this in a hurry
And plus I'm temperarly fixin n gettin merried
The party's in the parking lot, loomin the mac world
Sobered up and noticed I was stroken on a fat girl!
Ohh ohh no no sin the clubs please say it aint so!
But I'm still in to kick it though, cup empty get some more
Say I shouldnt drink and drive, I party at the liquor store!
[chorus]
I'm cleaned up, my greens up, I'm teamed up.
The tea must be steamed up because we kixin' it.
We got the liquor in the door we mixin' it.
We lettin everybody know we hate fakes, frauds, false, foes.
We dont want to see 'em. we let everybody know we kixin' it.
We got the liquor in the door, we mixin it.
Come on everybody ooohh!
Done dealer tech n9ne, ron ron, got these chicks waving they hands in the air like they pom-poms.
Pop the military mind it but I'm calm niggers ask for a little bit of war but I'm nam.
Hit the club for an hour then I'm gone to the after party twenty missed calls from von-von.
I'm on some shit way over your head, swear to don if I get pissed I'm probally goin faaade
We's big time, you's hardly major. we spot bad chicks and fill em up with party favors.
Yeah all the haters we skrillin get stilla grit. get an empty cup and fill it quick.
'Till its six in the morn, in the tel, killen slit lay my perpes, till the day I die who spit it real as this.
[chorus]
I'm cleaned up, my greens up, I'm teamed up.
The tea must be steamed up because we kixin' it.
We got the liquor in the door we mixin' it.
We lettin everybody know we hate fakes, frauds, false, foes.
We dont want to see 'em. we let everybody know we kixin' it.
We got the liquor in the door, we mixin it.
Come on everybody ooohh!
Take yo phone an shine your light an with your left cause te liquor id in your right hand.
Put your phone up, turn your cup up. grap a lady put your hand right on her butt.
Now squeeze it squeeze it come on squeeze it squeeze it.
Thats your gal now ya'll can go on home and lay that ass on the couch and get your bone on
Nothin' lyrics - Tech N9ne (feat. Big Scoob, Messy Marv)
[Tech N9ne]
I used to press my Dickies with Stay Flo
Sold pieces for my reli, Chasin peso
Now they want me with nothin cause I let my pay show
So I hop inside of my Mercedes and let the bass go...
On you hatin ass niggaz
I deserve everything I get, A creatin cash getter
I aint puttin the 2 on the 10
I'm makin vast figures
You fags bitter, mad
Wanna be fakin class with us
How they thinkin they gonna come and conquer us?
Little Mini Cooper hatin on a monster truck
Ponder such, I'll have you up in yonder, stuck
Not a nare nutta brotha stutter that conjure a...
Nothin, Nathin, The Ruger's penetration
Inside of ya head is what's soundin like it's bassin
Boom, Bing, Bang
All you haters in the game, Strange lane takin aim
Aint a damn thang sane, I get it in
Want some drama? Well I can fit it in
We can make it so you're no longer a citizen
Suction from beneath you
We just a little dust'n
All because I'm bringin the bucks in
[Chorus]
They wanna leave me with nothin (Huh uh)
But they aint talkin about nothin (Huh uh)
So I aint trippin on nothin (Huh uh)
They come to get me, I'm bustin (Uh huh)
They wanna leave me with nothin (Huh uh)
But they aint talkin about nothin (Huh uh)
So I aint trippin on nothin (Huh uh)
They come to get me, I'm bustin, bustin (Uh huh)
[Big Scoob]
On the block it was hot to not to run from the cops
I used to cop and used to chop
And dump my rocks at Ms. Scott's
And on the late night at Ms. White's
I'm fuckin with Will, We used to play fight
Then one night, We came up with Vill
Young thugs dump drugs
Nigga hungry for meals
Young thugs jumped blood
Nigga itchin for kills
Shit was real in the field, man
This shit was too real
Lost my homies to this shit, man
This shit is for real
But nigga, Nowadays the streets
They go hard on the hustla
All these pussy niggaz lackin
So us real niggaz suffer
Not plentiful for me no more
It's hoes in the game
Since I smell when paper foldin, man
I rollin with Strange
Pour some whiskey, Party with me
Tell the Feds if they miss me
They aint comin for me now
Then nigga, Bet they don't get me
So all you muthafuckin sucka niggaz wishin me gone
Big homie, Strange Music
Resurrection, I'm home
[Chorus]
They wanna leave me with nothin (Huh uh)
But they aint talkin about nothin (Huh uh)
So I aint trippin on nothin (Huh uh)
They come to get me, I'm bustin (Uh huh)
They wanna leave me with nothin (Huh uh)
But they aint talkin about nothin (Huh uh)
So I aint trippin on nothin (Huh uh)
They come to get me, I'm bustin, bustin (Uh huh)
[Messy Marv]
All I do is sell dope and nigga talk bricks
Talk with bananas and talk clips
Ride around and smoke kush with the yurner on me
Drink them champagne bottles with the flower on 'em
All that talkin loud will get a nigga a hit
You see them cherry red chucks?
Yeah, I'm with the shit
Anyway I bounce out, man
I hit 'em up and I'll lock up with you
We could get 'em up
I still wear a gold grill, 10 across the bottom
They call me 19-5 cause a nigga got 'em
Click-Clack, nigga
Yanka get yanked on
There's been alotta hatin, nigga
Since I came home
Anything a nigga do, homie
It's Federal and come with football numbers in the level 4
They wanna bee a nigga dead, man
But nathin, Tech fuck them muthafuckaz
They could keep hatin
[Chorus]
They wanna leave me with nothin (Huh uh)
But they aint talkin about nothin (Huh uh)
So I aint trippin on nothin (Huh uh)
They come to get me, I'm bustin (Uh huh)
They wanna leave me with nothin (Huh uh)
But they aint talkin about nothin (Huh uh)
So I aint trippin on nothin (Huh uh)
They come to get me, I'm bustin, bustin (Uh huh)
I used to press my Dickies with Stay Flo
Sold pieces for my reli, Chasin peso
Now they want me with nothin cause I let my pay show
So I hop inside of my Mercedes and let the bass go...
On you hatin ass niggaz
I deserve everything I get, A creatin cash getter
I aint puttin the 2 on the 10
I'm makin vast figures
You fags bitter, mad
Wanna be fakin class with us
How they thinkin they gonna come and conquer us?
Little Mini Cooper hatin on a monster truck
Ponder such, I'll have you up in yonder, stuck
Not a nare nutta brotha stutter that conjure a...
Nothin, Nathin, The Ruger's penetration
Inside of ya head is what's soundin like it's bassin
Boom, Bing, Bang
All you haters in the game, Strange lane takin aim
Aint a damn thang sane, I get it in
Want some drama? Well I can fit it in
We can make it so you're no longer a citizen
Suction from beneath you
We just a little dust'n
All because I'm bringin the bucks in
[Chorus]
They wanna leave me with nothin (Huh uh)
But they aint talkin about nothin (Huh uh)
So I aint trippin on nothin (Huh uh)
They come to get me, I'm bustin (Uh huh)
They wanna leave me with nothin (Huh uh)
But they aint talkin about nothin (Huh uh)
So I aint trippin on nothin (Huh uh)
They come to get me, I'm bustin, bustin (Uh huh)
[Big Scoob]
On the block it was hot to not to run from the cops
I used to cop and used to chop
And dump my rocks at Ms. Scott's
And on the late night at Ms. White's
I'm fuckin with Will, We used to play fight
Then one night, We came up with Vill
Young thugs dump drugs
Nigga hungry for meals
Young thugs jumped blood
Nigga itchin for kills
Shit was real in the field, man
This shit was too real
Lost my homies to this shit, man
This shit is for real
But nigga, Nowadays the streets
They go hard on the hustla
All these pussy niggaz lackin
So us real niggaz suffer
Not plentiful for me no more
It's hoes in the game
Since I smell when paper foldin, man
I rollin with Strange
Pour some whiskey, Party with me
Tell the Feds if they miss me
They aint comin for me now
Then nigga, Bet they don't get me
So all you muthafuckin sucka niggaz wishin me gone
Big homie, Strange Music
Resurrection, I'm home
[Chorus]
They wanna leave me with nothin (Huh uh)
But they aint talkin about nothin (Huh uh)
So I aint trippin on nothin (Huh uh)
They come to get me, I'm bustin (Uh huh)
They wanna leave me with nothin (Huh uh)
But they aint talkin about nothin (Huh uh)
So I aint trippin on nothin (Huh uh)
They come to get me, I'm bustin, bustin (Uh huh)
[Messy Marv]
All I do is sell dope and nigga talk bricks
Talk with bananas and talk clips
Ride around and smoke kush with the yurner on me
Drink them champagne bottles with the flower on 'em
All that talkin loud will get a nigga a hit
You see them cherry red chucks?
Yeah, I'm with the shit
Anyway I bounce out, man
I hit 'em up and I'll lock up with you
We could get 'em up
I still wear a gold grill, 10 across the bottom
They call me 19-5 cause a nigga got 'em
Click-Clack, nigga
Yanka get yanked on
There's been alotta hatin, nigga
Since I came home
Anything a nigga do, homie
It's Federal and come with football numbers in the level 4
They wanna bee a nigga dead, man
But nathin, Tech fuck them muthafuckaz
They could keep hatin
[Chorus]
They wanna leave me with nothin (Huh uh)
But they aint talkin about nothin (Huh uh)
So I aint trippin on nothin (Huh uh)
They come to get me, I'm bustin (Uh huh)
They wanna leave me with nothin (Huh uh)
But they aint talkin about nothin (Huh uh)
So I aint trippin on nothin (Huh uh)
They come to get me, I'm bustin, bustin (Uh huh)
Let Me In lyrics - Tech N9ne (feat. Cash Image, D-Locc Da Chop)
[Bouncer:] Party night to night alright you can come on in
You’re good skinny jeans come on in
Tight shirt come on in
Ah that new rock n roll gay look, yea you’re cool come on in
[Tech:] What’s up man?
[Bouncer:] Hey man you can’t get in here boy
[Tech:] What’s wrong with me man?
[Bouncer:] Well can’t you read the sign boy?
[Tech:] No French braids, No dread locks, No gold teeth… gold teeth
Aw you don’t want no black folks in here huh?
[Bouncer:] Can’t you read the sign? It says Power and White I mean Power and Light District
[Tech:] Look here man, how much it gonna take to turn this all white club into a nigga club?
[Chorus]
Let me in the door
If you say you hear me knockin what you standin there for
Who I gotta kill or sleep with
Cause I’m the world’s best kept secret (Let me in)
Let me in the door
If you say you hear me knockin what you standin there for
Cause I’m the one that do that music
Ya feel but you still refuse this
Let me in the door
[Verse (Cash Image)]
Right now fore my goons have to tear it down
We don’t wait in line and we don’t stand around
We in clubs and we draggin actin brand new
Actin like he never seen my face and I ain’t got loot
They know I’m Cash Image
And I’m with Tech N9ne
And fore the club close the owner gonna respect mine
We spend a lotta money and that’s the bottom line
Ten cars on chrome plus the neck shine
Baggy jeans on and J’s worth a lotta bucks
And you ain’t gotta know me
You can tell my dollas up
Poppin collars in the club
Turn the bottles up
And all the models in the club wanna follow us
It’s Mr. Chevy man
You hear my song playin
And every time we in the club we be spending grands
First deny Tech then deny me and I was No. 1 on 103 for 40 weeks
[Chorus]
Let me in the door
If you say you hear me knockin what you standin there for
Who I gotta kill or sleep with
Cause I’m the world’s best kept secret (Let me in)
Let me in the door
If you say you hear me knockin what you standin there for
Cause I’m the one that do that music
Ya feel but you still refuse this
Let me in the door
[Verse (D-Loc)]
You say you hear me knockin so why you don’t wanna let me in
But I ain’t buggin so tell the cops to come and get me in
Complain about my shoes ain’t really talking bout shit
Dude I spent like 350 on this outfit
NV ain’t gon let me in
Seein as he actin funny with me
What it gonna cost me homie
I brought a little money with me
I don’t wear tight shirts
My pants kinda baggy
KC hat tilted so now they wanna red flag me
I buy the bar every time
Point blank period
The doorman hate takin his job too serious
Me Cash Image with Tech and Kaliko
About big business so what I’m talking to a bouncer for
The women see me scream my name like the announcer spoke
They actin brand new this week so I’m about to go
To the block and bubble
And get plenty cake
I just wanted women and I don’t like this club anyway
So fuck ya’ll
[Chorus]
Let me in the door
If you say you hear me knockin what you standin there for
Who I gotta kill or sleep with
Cause I’m the world’s best kept secret (Let me in)
Let me in the door
If you say you hear me knockin what you standin there for
Cause I’m the one that do that music
Ya feel but you still refuse this
Let me in the door
[Verse (Tech N9ne)]
I get money from music and I like to spend spend
And when I hit the town they gonna let me ins in
But these other clubs gonna be trippin like I begin sin
You hear me knockin? Aw yea well let me in then
Cause NV ain’t so friendly
They got a gay assembly of femmes
Who think the blacks be packin semis
That’s why they don’t sell no Henny
Stink butts who think bucks
But they don’t know my bank account is like a Brinks truck
Could buy it any day
2.1 on a new building and lease
The N9ne has plenty say
The rhymin get me paid so I resign
Cause NV gay and plus NV stands for no vaginas anyway
They place me in lil weezy wee give no love
That’s why when I bring Chingy in there and he peed in your club
Not in the toilet either (Nope)
You don’t enjoy the beaver (Nope)
You’d rather plot on how to give a lil or the peter
America’s clubbin phase two I erase you
My pants are too baggy even though I’m clean and I’m paid too
Orlando south races they treated me cold
And Lightening Strike and Power and Light won’t let the Nina enter both
Whoa guess my Dickies the wrong clothes
Play my music but won’t let me and my homies through the doors
Over one million records sold
Lots of money to fold
They should let me in any club in KCMO
And I’m the biggest tipper
Bartenders know me well
And waitresses love me
So club owners go to hell
You got that goal to sell
But you want this bro to fail
When it really ain’t me cause is your destiny to go to jail
And when you be serving you might see work
On Club Nina when you walk up you might be hurt
You might skee skirt
Cause you ain’t getting in if you ain’t got a KC hat and a white t-shirt (HEY!)
[Chorus]
Let me in the door
If you say you hear me knockin what you standin there for
Who I gotta kill or sleep with
Cause I’m the world’s best kept secret (Let me in)
Let me in the door
If you say you hear me knockin what you standin there for
Cause I’m the one that do that music
Ya feel but you still refuse this
Let me in the door
[Tech:]
Only reason I even go to the club is so I can listen to some loud music
And drink holler at a Bianc
My neighbors be mad at me cause I be shakin the whole block with my system
So that’s why I go to the club
I gotta work at the club
Take pictures and sign autographs
Ya know what I mean
I don’t need to be in your club for real
And club dollars say I owe ‘em 70 dollars I paid 125 dollars to get in
Why you trippin I just wanted to drink
So if 70 dollars is owed that means some cats were there after I left
Ya know what I mean ha ha put it on my tab
You’re good skinny jeans come on in
Tight shirt come on in
Ah that new rock n roll gay look, yea you’re cool come on in
[Tech:] What’s up man?
[Bouncer:] Hey man you can’t get in here boy
[Tech:] What’s wrong with me man?
[Bouncer:] Well can’t you read the sign boy?
[Tech:] No French braids, No dread locks, No gold teeth… gold teeth
Aw you don’t want no black folks in here huh?
[Bouncer:] Can’t you read the sign? It says Power and White I mean Power and Light District
[Tech:] Look here man, how much it gonna take to turn this all white club into a nigga club?
[Chorus]
Let me in the door
If you say you hear me knockin what you standin there for
Who I gotta kill or sleep with
Cause I’m the world’s best kept secret (Let me in)
Let me in the door
If you say you hear me knockin what you standin there for
Cause I’m the one that do that music
Ya feel but you still refuse this
Let me in the door
[Verse (Cash Image)]
Right now fore my goons have to tear it down
We don’t wait in line and we don’t stand around
We in clubs and we draggin actin brand new
Actin like he never seen my face and I ain’t got loot
They know I’m Cash Image
And I’m with Tech N9ne
And fore the club close the owner gonna respect mine
We spend a lotta money and that’s the bottom line
Ten cars on chrome plus the neck shine
Baggy jeans on and J’s worth a lotta bucks
And you ain’t gotta know me
You can tell my dollas up
Poppin collars in the club
Turn the bottles up
And all the models in the club wanna follow us
It’s Mr. Chevy man
You hear my song playin
And every time we in the club we be spending grands
First deny Tech then deny me and I was No. 1 on 103 for 40 weeks
[Chorus]
Let me in the door
If you say you hear me knockin what you standin there for
Who I gotta kill or sleep with
Cause I’m the world’s best kept secret (Let me in)
Let me in the door
If you say you hear me knockin what you standin there for
Cause I’m the one that do that music
Ya feel but you still refuse this
Let me in the door
[Verse (D-Loc)]
You say you hear me knockin so why you don’t wanna let me in
But I ain’t buggin so tell the cops to come and get me in
Complain about my shoes ain’t really talking bout shit
Dude I spent like 350 on this outfit
NV ain’t gon let me in
Seein as he actin funny with me
What it gonna cost me homie
I brought a little money with me
I don’t wear tight shirts
My pants kinda baggy
KC hat tilted so now they wanna red flag me
I buy the bar every time
Point blank period
The doorman hate takin his job too serious
Me Cash Image with Tech and Kaliko
About big business so what I’m talking to a bouncer for
The women see me scream my name like the announcer spoke
They actin brand new this week so I’m about to go
To the block and bubble
And get plenty cake
I just wanted women and I don’t like this club anyway
So fuck ya’ll
[Chorus]
Let me in the door
If you say you hear me knockin what you standin there for
Who I gotta kill or sleep with
Cause I’m the world’s best kept secret (Let me in)
Let me in the door
If you say you hear me knockin what you standin there for
Cause I’m the one that do that music
Ya feel but you still refuse this
Let me in the door
[Verse (Tech N9ne)]
I get money from music and I like to spend spend
And when I hit the town they gonna let me ins in
But these other clubs gonna be trippin like I begin sin
You hear me knockin? Aw yea well let me in then
Cause NV ain’t so friendly
They got a gay assembly of femmes
Who think the blacks be packin semis
That’s why they don’t sell no Henny
Stink butts who think bucks
But they don’t know my bank account is like a Brinks truck
Could buy it any day
2.1 on a new building and lease
The N9ne has plenty say
The rhymin get me paid so I resign
Cause NV gay and plus NV stands for no vaginas anyway
They place me in lil weezy wee give no love
That’s why when I bring Chingy in there and he peed in your club
Not in the toilet either (Nope)
You don’t enjoy the beaver (Nope)
You’d rather plot on how to give a lil or the peter
America’s clubbin phase two I erase you
My pants are too baggy even though I’m clean and I’m paid too
Orlando south races they treated me cold
And Lightening Strike and Power and Light won’t let the Nina enter both
Whoa guess my Dickies the wrong clothes
Play my music but won’t let me and my homies through the doors
Over one million records sold
Lots of money to fold
They should let me in any club in KCMO
And I’m the biggest tipper
Bartenders know me well
And waitresses love me
So club owners go to hell
You got that goal to sell
But you want this bro to fail
When it really ain’t me cause is your destiny to go to jail
And when you be serving you might see work
On Club Nina when you walk up you might be hurt
You might skee skirt
Cause you ain’t getting in if you ain’t got a KC hat and a white t-shirt (HEY!)
[Chorus]
Let me in the door
If you say you hear me knockin what you standin there for
Who I gotta kill or sleep with
Cause I’m the world’s best kept secret (Let me in)
Let me in the door
If you say you hear me knockin what you standin there for
Cause I’m the one that do that music
Ya feel but you still refuse this
Let me in the door
[Tech:]
Only reason I even go to the club is so I can listen to some loud music
And drink holler at a Bianc
My neighbors be mad at me cause I be shakin the whole block with my system
So that’s why I go to the club
I gotta work at the club
Take pictures and sign autographs
Ya know what I mean
I don’t need to be in your club for real
And club dollars say I owe ‘em 70 dollars I paid 125 dollars to get in
Why you trippin I just wanted to drink
So if 70 dollars is owed that means some cats were there after I left
Ya know what I mean ha ha put it on my tab
In The Air lyrics - Tech N9ne (feat. Craig Smith, Nesto the Owner)
[Tech N9ne]
Sickology 101 futuristic b-boyz shit
Your first lesson given to you by:
[Smith]
Mr. smith
[Tech N9ne]
KC MO stand up
Young niggaz representin
[Smith]
Ey
Ask me what I wanna be when I grow up
I aint jus gonna blow up
Im a star I got astronomers tryina get a close up
Telescopes and cameras
Rappers wanna use blammers
But im gleamin from the planets homie
Mine is called kansas city
The cloud in my pocket gotta rain on em
Such a star I saw heavens walls and wrote my name on em
So comfortable at the top I hopped on a plane and claimed everest
You might as well say the boy is himalayan
I rent my rooms on the moon mr smith is comin soon
The angels feedin me cereal with a silver spoon
My hair line is craig smith airlines
The ride from kansas city to LA is as long as a fan line
Im high as '08 gas prices
My votes are twice as high as obamas & I aint gotta ask nice
Im high as techs tour bus
The light skinned one so if you're lookin for me dog look up and try to find the sun
[Chorus]
Im in the air
High in the air
Im in the air
High in the air
[Nesto]
Yeah
Don mean to brag but I froze my peace
And im gettin higher then the nose bleed seat
Dont bring it to my session if your hoe sees me
She'll drop dead in the studio like ODB
Yuh
Its the owner and im verry cool
Plus this weed keep me higher than an air baloon
Copy cat
Like what im wearing dude
Im so fly I walk aroudn wit a parachute
And even rappers lie too
But im the only human with an astronaut suit
See yo entire verse?
Say that youre high its worse?
When you only shootin the air like a fireworks (pussy)
If suckas still on that hatin shit
I stuff em in a bag like potatoe chips
Or bend they ass up like a paper clip
Tech sign me and see how quick ya paper flip
[Chorus]
[Tech N9ne]
(I aint gotta intoduce myself yall know whatitizz)
Why call me underground when I rock the stars
And even they cant see me wit a pair of binoculars
My hip hop and ?? get side swiped to mars
1/3 in extinction hit which left the lime light ajar
You want your scripts to fly
Not in my solar system cause I dismiss em like they wish to die
Mack mother nature and I rip the why
Civillian ladies love me so bro excuse her while she kiss the sky
Call me masta more exalted then a priest or pastor
Blasphemy have me blast facts fast with magma
In the air like dancer and dasher
High in the sky up above mountains off in alaska
Higher then a million heroin hits that fit to last ya
Super celestial when everyone stuck off in the pasture
The whack I will cast ya down below those who get caught up in my rapture
Dont be callin me dog cause I want cha to say it backwards
[Chorus x3]
[Tech N9ne]
Cha cha cha cha
Your first lesson for today man
That was it
Sickology 101
Yall no what I mean
Craig smith
Lepsto??
Tech nina nigga
In the air muthafucka
Sound like a bird flying around
Yeah
Witch masta on the track
We out this biiitch
Sickology 101 futuristic b-boyz shit
Your first lesson given to you by:
[Smith]
Mr. smith
[Tech N9ne]
KC MO stand up
Young niggaz representin
[Smith]
Ey
Ask me what I wanna be when I grow up
I aint jus gonna blow up
Im a star I got astronomers tryina get a close up
Telescopes and cameras
Rappers wanna use blammers
But im gleamin from the planets homie
Mine is called kansas city
The cloud in my pocket gotta rain on em
Such a star I saw heavens walls and wrote my name on em
So comfortable at the top I hopped on a plane and claimed everest
You might as well say the boy is himalayan
I rent my rooms on the moon mr smith is comin soon
The angels feedin me cereal with a silver spoon
My hair line is craig smith airlines
The ride from kansas city to LA is as long as a fan line
Im high as '08 gas prices
My votes are twice as high as obamas & I aint gotta ask nice
Im high as techs tour bus
The light skinned one so if you're lookin for me dog look up and try to find the sun
[Chorus]
Im in the air
High in the air
Im in the air
High in the air
[Nesto]
Yeah
Don mean to brag but I froze my peace
And im gettin higher then the nose bleed seat
Dont bring it to my session if your hoe sees me
She'll drop dead in the studio like ODB
Yuh
Its the owner and im verry cool
Plus this weed keep me higher than an air baloon
Copy cat
Like what im wearing dude
Im so fly I walk aroudn wit a parachute
And even rappers lie too
But im the only human with an astronaut suit
See yo entire verse?
Say that youre high its worse?
When you only shootin the air like a fireworks (pussy)
If suckas still on that hatin shit
I stuff em in a bag like potatoe chips
Or bend they ass up like a paper clip
Tech sign me and see how quick ya paper flip
[Chorus]
[Tech N9ne]
(I aint gotta intoduce myself yall know whatitizz)
Why call me underground when I rock the stars
And even they cant see me wit a pair of binoculars
My hip hop and ?? get side swiped to mars
1/3 in extinction hit which left the lime light ajar
You want your scripts to fly
Not in my solar system cause I dismiss em like they wish to die
Mack mother nature and I rip the why
Civillian ladies love me so bro excuse her while she kiss the sky
Call me masta more exalted then a priest or pastor
Blasphemy have me blast facts fast with magma
In the air like dancer and dasher
High in the sky up above mountains off in alaska
Higher then a million heroin hits that fit to last ya
Super celestial when everyone stuck off in the pasture
The whack I will cast ya down below those who get caught up in my rapture
Dont be callin me dog cause I want cha to say it backwards
[Chorus x3]
[Tech N9ne]
Cha cha cha cha
Your first lesson for today man
That was it
Sickology 101
Yall no what I mean
Craig smith
Lepsto??
Tech nina nigga
In the air muthafucka
Sound like a bird flying around
Yeah
Witch masta on the track
We out this biiitch
Blown Away lyrics - Tech N9ne
[Intro]
I know y'all don't see me on TV
Or hear me on the radio
But you industry brats
Better check Billboard and Pollstar
Before y'all get to cryin
About who get seniority at these shows
Especially when compared to me
Y'all aint shit on stage
[Hook]
I hit the stage
Grab the mic and blow 'em all away (I blow 'em all away)
(Superstars), But they know I blow 'em all away, Hey
[Verse 1]
The gig is over, The gig is over (Bitty bye-bye)
The gig is over, The gig is over (When A play)
The kid is older and gettin colder (Many fly by)
But his will hold ya, So listen closer to (A-A)-R-O-N
They dissin and twistin my name
Because Aaron is scarin these glitz spittin pricks in the game
Hit with this gift, Everybody get a whiff of this script and it's pain
Gotta talk about the people with a attitude
Hiss me and slipped in my lane
I've been wreckin crowds for a long second now
Got 'em guessin how Tech is blessed
And yes, The best in-town rep
On the real, I keep it trill
And when I spit, I aint spillin about my million
It's the feelin that you get with this underground headliner
Mainstream ignored a bro
And they be petty, So jealousy is sure to show
But they rich and got more to blow
And everything's affordable
But they gotta go before me
Because their stage show is horrible
[Hook]
I hit the stage
Grab the mic and blow 'em all away (I blow 'em all away)
(Superstars), But they know I blow 'em all away, Hey
They may be platinum
But they know I blow 'em all away (I blow 'em all away)
(Superstars), But they know I blow 'em all away, Hey
Why you do me like that girl?
You know I love your mama
[Verse 2]
I just wanted to have a bite with her... or somethin
Didn't go get up on that show to fight with her... or nothin
It was Keyshia Cole, Eric Benet, Gorilla Zoe, Tech Nina and T.I.
But Keyshia was actin Bia-Bia
Why she actin like a (what?), like a (what?)
She aint know I grab the mic and light it (up), light it (up)
She say, "She don't know me"
But I'm the number one Independent in the country
Man, She the only one actin funky
And the people at the Summer Jam, They want me
She say, "She aint goin on before somebody that's local"
And she went postal and loco
Sayin, "Her not closin, Is a no-go"
Down talked me real low though
About how she got more doe and just did a TV promo
No show better than the Mo. bro with the S & M logo
Damn baby, Much success is sittin in your favor
Slam the Nina Tech before considerin the data
Fans waited, So we went, So she'd get it for later
But Frankie said, "Excuse my daughter, She's a bit of a hater"
Dwamn!
[Hook]
I hit the stage
Grab the mic and blow 'em all away (I blow 'em all away)
(Superstars), But they know I blow 'em all away, Hey
They may be platinum
But they know I blow 'em all away (I blow 'em all away)
(Superstars), But they know I blow 'em all away, Hey
[Verse 3]
Aye, Aye, Check it
I understand seniority
But in this case, On this show, I'm a top priority
In Lawrence, Your minority and I'm the majoriry
Check it, I was young and broke
But I'd fetch it, If it was freshest
Shovel snow for the Eric B. and Rakim record
Promoters called us and said,
"We got this show and want you to close us"
Ghostface and Brother Ali, Rakim with a band, It's so tough
We couldn't wait to see Rakim rock
But he never ever showed up
He swole up cause he didn't wanna go up before us
Man, What's wrong with these people?
Think the world gotta kiss their asses
500 capacity but you wanna get 200 passes
Thought it was about gouda
40 Water told me,
"Nina, Get ya cabbage, Stay savage and ravage the average"
Y'all better hope radio and video
Keep me from slithering... into they circle
I'll change it, That's why they shivering
Rakim the God? He just miss the king's delivering
Cause they know they'll fall
And I'll blow them all to smithereens
[Hook]
I hit the stage
Grab the mic and blow 'em all away (I blow 'em all away)
(Superstars), But they know I blow 'em all away, Hey
They may be platinum
But they know I blow 'em all away (I blow 'em all away)
(Superstars), But they know I blow 'em all away, Hey
[Outro]
Real, Real spill, Yeah
Baby girl,
I know I aint the only one that know you could be bitchy
You know what I'm sizzlin?
Ol' boy,
I know I aint the only one that know you could be bitchy
Do your research before you down somebody else
Get off your high horse
Keyshia Cole, Get off your high horse
Rakim, Get off your high horse
Industry, Get off your high horse
Yeah
I know y'all don't see me on TV
Or hear me on the radio
But you industry brats
Better check Billboard and Pollstar
Before y'all get to cryin
About who get seniority at these shows
Especially when compared to me
Y'all aint shit on stage
[Hook]
I hit the stage
Grab the mic and blow 'em all away (I blow 'em all away)
(Superstars), But they know I blow 'em all away, Hey
[Verse 1]
The gig is over, The gig is over (Bitty bye-bye)
The gig is over, The gig is over (When A play)
The kid is older and gettin colder (Many fly by)
But his will hold ya, So listen closer to (A-A)-R-O-N
They dissin and twistin my name
Because Aaron is scarin these glitz spittin pricks in the game
Hit with this gift, Everybody get a whiff of this script and it's pain
Gotta talk about the people with a attitude
Hiss me and slipped in my lane
I've been wreckin crowds for a long second now
Got 'em guessin how Tech is blessed
And yes, The best in-town rep
On the real, I keep it trill
And when I spit, I aint spillin about my million
It's the feelin that you get with this underground headliner
Mainstream ignored a bro
And they be petty, So jealousy is sure to show
But they rich and got more to blow
And everything's affordable
But they gotta go before me
Because their stage show is horrible
[Hook]
I hit the stage
Grab the mic and blow 'em all away (I blow 'em all away)
(Superstars), But they know I blow 'em all away, Hey
They may be platinum
But they know I blow 'em all away (I blow 'em all away)
(Superstars), But they know I blow 'em all away, Hey
Why you do me like that girl?
You know I love your mama
[Verse 2]
I just wanted to have a bite with her... or somethin
Didn't go get up on that show to fight with her... or nothin
It was Keyshia Cole, Eric Benet, Gorilla Zoe, Tech Nina and T.I.
But Keyshia was actin Bia-Bia
Why she actin like a (what?), like a (what?)
She aint know I grab the mic and light it (up), light it (up)
She say, "She don't know me"
But I'm the number one Independent in the country
Man, She the only one actin funky
And the people at the Summer Jam, They want me
She say, "She aint goin on before somebody that's local"
And she went postal and loco
Sayin, "Her not closin, Is a no-go"
Down talked me real low though
About how she got more doe and just did a TV promo
No show better than the Mo. bro with the S & M logo
Damn baby, Much success is sittin in your favor
Slam the Nina Tech before considerin the data
Fans waited, So we went, So she'd get it for later
But Frankie said, "Excuse my daughter, She's a bit of a hater"
Dwamn!
[Hook]
I hit the stage
Grab the mic and blow 'em all away (I blow 'em all away)
(Superstars), But they know I blow 'em all away, Hey
They may be platinum
But they know I blow 'em all away (I blow 'em all away)
(Superstars), But they know I blow 'em all away, Hey
[Verse 3]
Aye, Aye, Check it
I understand seniority
But in this case, On this show, I'm a top priority
In Lawrence, Your minority and I'm the majoriry
Check it, I was young and broke
But I'd fetch it, If it was freshest
Shovel snow for the Eric B. and Rakim record
Promoters called us and said,
"We got this show and want you to close us"
Ghostface and Brother Ali, Rakim with a band, It's so tough
We couldn't wait to see Rakim rock
But he never ever showed up
He swole up cause he didn't wanna go up before us
Man, What's wrong with these people?
Think the world gotta kiss their asses
500 capacity but you wanna get 200 passes
Thought it was about gouda
40 Water told me,
"Nina, Get ya cabbage, Stay savage and ravage the average"
Y'all better hope radio and video
Keep me from slithering... into they circle
I'll change it, That's why they shivering
Rakim the God? He just miss the king's delivering
Cause they know they'll fall
And I'll blow them all to smithereens
[Hook]
I hit the stage
Grab the mic and blow 'em all away (I blow 'em all away)
(Superstars), But they know I blow 'em all away, Hey
They may be platinum
But they know I blow 'em all away (I blow 'em all away)
(Superstars), But they know I blow 'em all away, Hey
[Outro]
Real, Real spill, Yeah
Baby girl,
I know I aint the only one that know you could be bitchy
You know what I'm sizzlin?
Ol' boy,
I know I aint the only one that know you could be bitchy
Do your research before you down somebody else
Get off your high horse
Keyshia Cole, Get off your high horse
Rakim, Get off your high horse
Industry, Get off your high horse
Yeah
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