Wet lyrics - Tech N9ne

I ain't spilling nothin'

And I'm really struttin'

This liquor feel all sudden

Eee-ia-ia-ia

Hit the floor like woah, ain't no tellin' what Bianca fo' sho' my go

Make hella doe like blow but it

Must be that vodka that's making me hot as fuck

Look at me I'm sweating like I hit a sherm stick

Fishnet, hairnet to cover my perm bitch

That's how I feel right now, I ain't concerned with the germs

Here to kill right now

I come to terms with the loss of my swisher right when I passed it to a bad bitch

Maybe she'll let me take home that ass, hit and casket it

Functional drunk and I masted it, fast with it

Asking if this chick wanna dip and dap and let me smash it a bit

Talkin' bout wet? Gave her the woop wap she shoutin' out "Tech"

Nina boppa seen the proper thing that brought the cream

I'm bout the jeans and I'm bout the zing zing leaders spot

And flee to the block and I free her like a stream

Whole team keep it's hot grits, I do not spit shit if it is not lit

So much liquor mixing in here I might be toxic

Sweating like fire, and bombing fluids where I drop sticks

In this thang dripping like I'm on we-we-wet

Whole body on my face full of swe-swe-sweat

On my level everybody try'na ge-ge-get

I don't get that stress when I rep that set

In this thang dripping like I'm on we-we-wet

Whole body on my face full of swe-swe-sweat

On my level everybody try'na ge-ge-get

Must be that vodka that's making me hot as fuck

Sweating like I took a dip in the pool

Mixing your liquors'll hit ya, have you tripping a fool

My hitters'll get ya, tryin' flip, ain't tryin' to get to the tool

We ain't boolies, when we bickin' we bool, we on the couch we Tom Cruise

Spillin' Bom booze on shoes

Anybody that test us, you gon' lose

So let's spark a blizzy, take a drizzy, pop a pizzy, get so dizzy

Grab a brizzy, then get busy, Kansas Cizzy in Missizi

Cause the way, my bank account is set up, I can't be the dad

But after 12 AM I can bread up, then it's on

We'll be gettin' zoned to their moans

DTF ladies comin' to make a poan, we record it with a drone

I ain't spilling nutt'n

And I'm really struttin'

This liquor feel all sudden

Eee-ia-ia-ia

Hit the floor like woah, ain't no tellin' what Bianca fo' sho' my go

Make hella doe like blow but it

Must be that vodka, feel like I'm wearing Chewbacca

In this thang dripping like I'm on we-we-wet

Whole body on my face full of swe-swe-sweat

On my level everybody try'na ge-ge-get

I don't get that stress when I rep that set

In this thang dripping like I'm on we-we-wet

Whole body on my face full of swe-swe-sweat

On my level everybody try'na ge-ge-get

Must be that vodka that's making me hot as fuck

Don't ever try to be me, yeah

I know what you do when you see me

I'm makin' it look so easy

But you don't really wanna copy me

Don't ever try to be me, yeah

Everybody just...

'Cause when we hit the town

It's, goin', down

In this thang dripping like I'm on we-we-wet

Whole body on my face full of swe-swe-sweat

On my level everybody try'na ge-ge-get

I don't get that stress when I rep that set

In this thang dripping like I'm on we-we-wet

Whole body on my face full of swe-swe-sweat

On my level everybody try'na ge-ge-get

Must be that...

Lovely wet...

Colossus lyrics - Tech N9ne

One time for the D-boys

Two times for the decoys

Three strikes never bring joy

Fourth time built to destroy

One time for the jail cell

Two times for crack sales

Three times for that West air

4-5 rest in peace, nigga free male

Hood nigga, hood nigga, I'm Colossus

(A hundred fifty grand in my Nike shoe boxes)

Hood nigga, hood nigga, I'm Colossus

(A hundred fifty grand in my Nike shoe boxes)

Hood nigga, hood nigga, I'm Colossus

(A hundred fifty grand in my Nike shoe boxes)

Hood nigga, hood nigga, I'm Colossus

(A hundred fifty grand in my Nike shoe boxes)

I'm 6'4" bench about five hundred

That's how I make the block run exactly how I want it

I stay stuntin' niggas hatin' but it won't stop

They hate to see a big nigga when he on top

Gucci flip-flops, bought it for some props

Couple racks ain't shit but for them that's a lot

They sucking cock for a bottle of Ciroc

Let the homies run through him then it's back to the block

Niggas making drops in my momma mailbox

'Cause I'm serving everything from the pills to the rocks

On the porch in my crocs so I look like a square

The neighbors like to talk shi- do you think that I care?

I'm a fucking millionaire and I do it all cash

Tellin' Uncle Sam he can kiss my ass

They say "it won't last" but I'm almost thirty

And I keep my Jays clean but my money stay dirty

Hood nigga, hood nigga, I'm Colossus

(A hundred fifty grand in my Nike shoe boxes)

Hood nigga, hood nigga, I'm Colossus

(A hundred fifty grand in my Nike shoe boxes)

Hood nigga, hood nigga, I'm Colossus

(A hundred fifty grand in my Nike shoe boxes)

Hood nigga, hood nigga, I'm Colossus

(A hundred fifty grand in my Nike shoe boxes)

Bunch of orange boxes filled up with bank rolls

Money bring a lot of jealousy and stank hoes

But when you on you gotta treat it like cologne

It's the smell of success that you just can't clone

Make your fans tap your phone

Make a bitch nigga wanna put one in your dome

Even when I'm home gotta stay with the chrome

If a nigga try to creep I can peep him on my phone

Got cameras on the outside, hammers with me outside

Homies get nervous when they standin' with me outside

I understand I'm a fucking wanted man

Nigga pop me like I said that's a cool hundred grand

Used to be hand and hand, had a five year plan

Selling dope, but it ain't nothin' but a pyramid scam

It's only so long you can sit up at the top

So when I finally get shot, won't nobody be shocked

Hood nigga, hood nigga, I'm Colossus

(A hundred fifty grand in my Nike shoe boxes)

Hood nigga, hood nigga, I'm Colossus

(A hundred fifty grand in my Nike shoe boxes)

Hood nigga, hood nigga, I'm Colossus

(A hundred fifty grand in my Nike shoe boxes)

Hood nigga, hood nigga, I'm Colossus

(A hundred fifty grand in my Nike shoe boxes)

Mind Kcuf lyrics - Tech N9ne (feat. Krizz Kaliko)

[Krizz Kaliko:]

It's too many wanna be loved, I just wanna kcuf and get up, don't gotta tell me what you're thinkin'

'Cause I know just what you're thinkin', she light to me with a sign up, she just wanna get mind kcuffed

[Tech N9ne:]

Hey, new pic through, my twit view

Had me wishin' I was next to you to sniff you

So the fact I never met you was an issue

It's true so I'm hopin' it's a get to

You baby what I am creating hope it lifts you

To where you never need a tissue

Just a wet towel when I see it's somethin' I wanna lick boo, like your eyelids...

Lot of beautiful parts of your body baby this is my bid

Have you trippin' about the freaky shit I did

You're interacting with the poet and porn hybrid

Lickin things on your body, that they prolly never thought of servicin' but romancin's my hobby I'll lick you like a lolly from your eye and I'll leave your teeth in my sweet with my tongue like it was Molly

Hella beauty wake the N9ne up, when you share pretty pictures of your fine butt, had a dream I bit your neck and red wine gushed, so I sipped you every time I eat the prime cut, wanna take you to a spot no one will find us, be secluded we gettin' zooted we design lust, you submissive mental misses and I'm what?

Super dominant get your ankles wrist and mind kcuffed

[Krizz Kaliko:]

Con-trol, something's wrong with me I just can't let, go, love me let me see how far that you'll go

I got control of yo body, now let me kcuf your mind, let me kcuf your mind. Mind kcuf!

[Tech N9ne:]

I tongue the inside of my mouth all day, so, by the that I get to you it'll be all play, dancin' my tongue around where your pink drawers lay, we freaks but you creep's y'all wanna peek y'all pay, yeah-e-yeah, a little bit of crazy there, she will be my lady if she don't look away she will see my shady stare

Trying to hold your brain hostage, so you listen to every single thing I talk miss, like "Let me hit it from the back in a crowded mosh pit." People peepin' what we doin' think we lost it, hope you ain't' thinkin' what I'm sayin' isn't awkwid, and you ain't trippin' off of me 'cause you a boss bitch

I wanna take a dip in all your sauces, don't be cautious I wanna eat you 'til I'm nauseas

Can I suck your tongue? (Let me do it)

Can I touch your buns, when you brush your gun in a lustful sprung (Ooh)

With a thrust so hung I'm a crush yo lungs. (Yeah!)

You still reading? I'm hoping for a response this evening I'm teethin' I'm hopin' your picture is not deceivin' 'cause jeez when I look at your body girl you're not even a vegan

Please direct message me, we try at best and then we die in ecstasy, I request that you mesh with me

See why it catches me, she fly as heck to me

I'm the kind that really wants to control your brain, wanna lock you up in chains give you this pain when you feel every fuckin' thing

[Krizz Kaliko:]

Con-trol, something's wrong with me I just can't let, go, love me let me see how far that you'll go

I got control of yo body, now let me kcuf your mind, let me kcuf your mind. Mind kcuf!

Cuff you like the police, something's wrong with me I just can't let, go, love me let me see how far that you'll go

I got control of yo body, now let me kcuf your mind, let me kcuf your mind. Mind kcuf! [x2]

[Krizz Kaliko:]

I ain't playin' with'chu, not even a little bit

I ain't playin' with'chu, not even a little bit

We gon' see, she gon' do it

Kcuf!

We're Not Sorry lyrics - Tech N9ne (feat. Mackenzie Nicole)

[Mackenzie Nicole:]

I put my best foot forward

I keep my family by my side

I sleep with one eye open

I'm for real when I say I got an army

Stand down if you think you can harm me

Think about the war you'll be starting

Come for my people, you'll be sorry

'Cause we're not sorry, we're not sorry

So think about the war that you'll be starting

'Cause we're not sorry, we're not sorry

[Tech N9ne:]

So called Christians, what do they do?

They label me evil

Man you don't know just how crazy these people

So many conspiracies they give 'em hearing me

Fearing me 'cause they think that I'm the tyranny of Devilry

Think they planning to level me

'Cause I'm king of the revelry

I will never be taken by the hands of another man

I get grim like no other can

Christian household my mother ran, in this gutter land

Then she married a good Muslim brother man

So I had a hell of a lot of teaching

We leave sin on the table with the goodness and feasting

Eating like cannibals we're the animals beasting

Seeking the enemy who invented these preachings

[Mackenzie Nicole:]

I put my best foot forward

I keep my family by my side

I sleep with one eye open

Pray you'll stay right by me and my

I'm for real when I say I got an army

Stand down if you think you can harm me

Think about the war you'll be starting

Come for my people, you'll be sorry

'Cause we're not sorry, we're not sorry

So think about the war that you'll be starting

'Cause we're not sorry, we're not sorry

[Tech N9ne:]

I'ma say this quick

If you come for me and my family, I'ma spray this clip

And my army is super ready if you haters trip

Keep popping off at the mouth, you get inflated lips

Ain't no Illuminati, don't let the ruckus consume ya body

I'ma groom the shotty then I'ma aim it at whom is naughty

With them damning me to hell, planning for me to fail

Ain't no landing me in cells, abandoning me in jail

Stop mocking me and my symbols

Back in the day was bishop, more, and me in the temple

So if you coming at me I will never be gentle

You gotta know ya conspiracy theories are mental

Me and my children bathing that is really essential

So me just being a rapper is not my only potential

Was brought up in a war, you can check my credentials

All you gotta do is tell the homie come at the sinful

They see tenfold

[Mackenzie Nicole:]

I put my best foot forward

I keep my family by my side

I sleep with one eye open

Pray you'll stay right by me and my

I'm for real when I say I got an army

Stand down if you think you can harm me

Think about the war, you'll be starting

Come for my people, you'll be sorry

'Cause we're not sorry, we're not sorry

So think about the war that you'll be starting

'Cause we're not sorry, we're not sorry

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

[Tech N9ne:]

Ha! Ha! Ha!

Hungry!

Starving!

I think it's safe to say I'm a monster

Yeah, because killing is my mantra

Fellas wanna see me dead upper yonder

But the women are fond of Ron, it's Don they conjure

I'm big-headed 'cause Tecca N9na stay breaded

I get it the wettest competitive, I just shredded your bed

It's the crevice I fetish, call the medic you're deaded

Push and pull, you're placed at pathetic

Soul is so not sympathetic

I'm on a roll, creepin' & I am outta control

Women see Tecca N9na as the matter in the commode

So I'm in there, like swimwear

On a lady that's ridin' inside of what's skin bare

I'm so hard, niggas don't even wanna face me

But, it's the opposite with their women, they taste me

So many hoes witness the trouble I bring, they cling for the stream

I'm the king, I go by the name of "the thing"

[Krizz Kaliko (Tech N9ne):]

It's sorta like a whatchamacallit (The thing!)

If you ever saw it (The thing, the thing!)

Give it to you like there's no tomorrow

Sorta like both of ours (The thing, the thing!)

You believe in what you believe in, B.I.G. for a reason (The thing, the thing!)

All in 'em like I'm livin' in hoes

The thing's what I'm givin' 'em though

[Tech N9ne:]

Heart breaker, body part taker

From your lady, negras hate us cause thou art fakers

Scheming when seekin' I found a tush

When I blow that kush with a rhyme, I be beatin' around the bush

Area, I'm scarier than malaria, the carrier of hysteria

I swear he's just nefarious with hairiness, the cherries bust

Don't tell me to zip it, I'm wicked

Your ladies, they take me in like I whip it

Got a mind of my own, I'm in a zone

I go deep into her like Tech N9ne in a song

You can't tell me nothing, I'm in my prime and I'm grown

My homie Nina behind, I still climbing alone

I'll spit, real sick, need help real quick

See nobody can hit the kill switch

Still chill chicks, come get me something that I can feel, bitch

Drill stick, I am Tech N9ne's dilsnick

[Krizz Kaliko (Tech N9ne):]

It's sorta like a whatchamacallit (The thing!)

If you ever saw it (The thing, the thing!)

Give it to you like there's no tomorrow

Sorta like both of ours (The thing, the thing!)

You believe in what you believe in, B.I.G. for a reason (The thing, the thing!)

All in 'em like I'm livin' in hoes

The thing's what I'm givin' 'em though

[Tech N9ne in reverse:]

Live si tnaw ehs gniht eht

Wonk ehs gniht tsrow eht m'I

Worg ew neht triuqs a reh evig

Woleb m'I, tleb ym s'ereh

Orgen siht etsat annaw yeht

Elohw evaeh 'lo eht meht evig

Elohw em wollaws annaw sehctiB

[Krizz Kaliko (Tech N9ne):]

It's sorta like a whatchamacallit (The thing!)

If you ever saw it (The thing, the thing!)

Give it to you like there's no tomorrow

Sorta like both of ours (The thing, the thing!)

You believe in what you believe in, B.I.G. for a reason (The thing, the thing!)

All in 'em like I'm livin' in hoes

The thing's what I'm givin' 'em though

Tech N9ne other songs:

 

FEED lyrics - Tech N9ne (feat. JL)

Feed, feed

Feed, watch 'em bleed

Feed, feed

Feed, all I need

I'm so hungry you don't want to hear this stomach growl

Grind so strongly true ya gonna fear this one is wild

Gonna pray that I stop

When the known threat show

All the ways that I lock

And I won't let go

To Hell you go

When I come at you I yell Cujo

'Cause I rip you the fuck apart like the mail you o-

Pen with a nail you grow

You try to bail too slow

I chop 'em up and package 'em then I sell mucho

They tried to get away and fell through so

If you smell zoo though I'm comin' to quell you bro

When I make a person my dinner like I'm El Cuco

I eat 'em like insalata, I lead 'em right into Allah

I bleed 'em once I meet 'em, run ta freedom or into lava

When the shotta hollar

Jada hotter than Guatemala

I'm T'Challa father

Not a maga, the Baba Yaga

Saliva dripping

Eyes are picking the idiots

That standing by the kitchen I try to quicken

Rigor motis, the nigga ordered to die, you gettin'

Knives are stickin', N9na kill 'em with my precision

I'ma feeder for anything moving, the N9na looking

I'ma eat, drink, and be merry

Eater for any king, a ruler I know he shook enough

And we thinking he scary

'Bout to stick 'em and rip up this style coat

A wild cobra, dead another without closure

The way you knowing your life and your route's over

The foul soldier shape shift into Malebolgia

Feed, feed

Feed, watch 'em bleed

Feed, feed

Feed, all I need

It's become my fear

My cross eyed been don't care the glare find

I scare you more than any goon ever dare try

Tell your baby, nobody catch the diverted plot

Stirred crazy apply the pressure to stir the pot

Never faze me, why would I let you, you're a bot?

You see the doubts, they don't need a stretcher, they need a mop

The slit is gushing, the killer crushing, get rid of fussing

Shit or flushing the blood spitter, the liquor was it

Grip to touch it, was giving nothing but been the glutton

I'ma hit the button and trigger something that lit the oven

Hit and figure break enough to reconsider rushing

But I get to bussing and you get word of a big eruption

Then to hushing, the jig is up and the lip is tucking

Give you the way that never fit, now quit adjusting

On a psycho-path

Get to screwing up everything like a carpenter

I be scared of myself didn't ask

Even ruining a minute lie like a card dealer

Pray to God that I never worship a golden Catholic

But the demons I battle be kinda getting to me

Shuddering at the shutter, this ain't a photograph

Pixelated the bigger picture was kinda looking to me

But I keep snapping

Spur of the moment cinematic I been erratic

What you seen happen

Into the life chaotic we meant to havoc

I'm like David Chappelle and I crash Brooklyn

Never sleeping like I'm resisting a rest, nigga

Thought I'm failing, compelling 'em on a thick again

Into the time and I'm turning onto who is next, nigga

Feed, feed

Feed, watch 'em bleed

Feed, feed

Feed, all I need

Love lyrics - Rittz (feat. Tech N9ne)

[Rittz:]

I look around my circle of friends that got smaller

All the contempt they had balled up

It all eventually gets brought up

Bitching at me like I intended to just dog em

Look at my phone and notice I got a missed call from

One of my homies and next my text starts blowing up

There's a homie I knew growing up

A close friend but his text suggests that we ain't close enough

I started reading and lost my buzz

I was at a loss for words

A bunch of paragraphs telling me he salty

I never call him and cut him off like loss of love

That couldn't be more false, but it's always my fault

They drunk and mad at life, and on to vent at a scapegoat

Knew that they preventin' their true feelings

They got on about the money, they just wanna run around and tug at my raincoat

But they ain't really mad 'cause I don't call no more

They just jealous of the squad on tour

But all them dudes work hard, and I offered you a job before

But you expect to do nothing and get a dollar for it

Man I wish I had a dollar for the friends that I seen walkin' towards the same revolvin' door

Sayin' "Fuck me" with their middle fingers up

I used to forgive 'em but I'm no longer feelin' sorry for 'em

Homie, no wonder why they call you a - bitch

How the fuck a grown man gonna text

Another man, trippin', makin' threats

That he'd take his own life, blamin' him for his debts cause the steps he took

But all wrong should've said that all long

My little homie told me I was dead to him

Guess he went from bein' drunk to soberin' up, cause when I told him off to check his chin he try to say it's...

Love!

This love ain't the same

They say it's love

They just love to complain

There ain't no love

This love got me drained

All these leeches that I keep around me sucking the blood out my veins

There ain't no love (Nah)

Love

There ain't no love

This love got me drained

All these leeches that I keep around me sucking the blood out my veins

There ain't no love

[Tech N9ne:]

They say you wanna lose a fan you go fuck em

And said you can't be their idol on top of carnally touch em

I wanna be lovin when I'm on the the road alone it be suckin

Performin', he clutchin' a Angel when they corner me bussin

I met a lot of great women on the road

Carefully pick it N9na didn't get with the ho's

I'm the ticket to kick it when they wanna visit the shows

But in time if you stick it and she dig it then it corrodes, slowly

Cause when they really get to know me, solely

They wanna hold me, hopin' that we grow ta be oldies

In Holy matrimony, snatch a Brodie

From rap, the road, see a sad emoji

Cause that will never happen, I'll be forever rappin

They never do see me enough to be my better half

And the love they had begins to dwindle

All of the huge fan lovin' is out the window

All of the nights full of life smokin' the indo'

Holla the wife and the lights off in the limo

Hold on the pipe in the fights 'cause of of a bimbo

Begins to crescendo, now the love is in limbo

Then no, memo when you come back and try to rekindle

You given no info, they will never again show

Believin' in you is over like Shinto

Makin' a good nigga wanna become a nympho

That ain't love, walk around the club and fuck everybody

They lovin' the music and wanna give you their body

And share naughty erotic fantasies in the closet

But when you gotta go they be sobbin' and pause it

Not a fan and never was

Got a little personal with him and got a grudge

And never be in a crowd, even with a bigger buzz

Because of a kiss and a hug and plug, you want to shove a thug, it ain't...

[Rittz:]

Love!

This love ain't the same

They say it's love

They just love to complain

There ain't no love

This love got me drained

All these leeches that I keep around me sucking the blood out my veins

There ain't no love (Nah)

Love

There ain't no love

This love got me drained

All these leeches that he keep around me sucking the blood out my veins

There ain't no love

My Own Zone lyrics - Tech N9ne (feat. Futuristic, Dizzy Wright)

[Tech N9ne:]

When opinions from your peers suck

And know we ain't about tears much

With no fear tucked, we just tell 'em what!

[Tech N9ne & Krizz Kaliko:]

I don't care I'm in my own zone

I won't spare not nere, I'm gon' blown

I don't care I'm in my own zone

I won't spare not nere, I'm gon' blown

[Tech N9ne:]

They say Tech lost it, Tech's frosted

And that's exactly what you find up under Tech faux shit

Put a X cross it cause Tech bosses

And you'll concur if ever you took a pic of Tech's office

Said demons trying to fly

But they cannot reach us because we too high in the sky

Only time we see you slam this is when we transmit

From our planet to get your evil language and shit

Ain't no best lives for you to break up

Tech N9ne's a Gouda maker

With the cabbage I turnip and ya know that set lies in a rutabaga

I blew the place up

Flowing for freedom for real and you the faker my buddha blaze up and my choppin' is in a shoota's nature aye

I'll forever make you shuffle your feet, buckle the weak step into me

I'll give you knuckles to eat aye

In my zone until I see it's trouble ya seek

Knock out a couple of teeth that's a couple's retreat

Yeah

[Tech N9ne & Krizz Kaliko:]

I don't care I'm in my own zone

I won't spare not nere, I'm gon' blown

I don't care I'm in my own zone

I won't spare not nere, I'm gon' blown

[Futuristic:]

Own zone, own both homes

Those clones follow me down the road like Todo

Cold flow, kick in the door and let my dough grow

Made a track with Tech, here's another, plus we got four more

More shows' my mojo

Make the people so glow

Everything is fast, I remember when it was slow mo'

If they talking 'bout me it's cause they gotta be insecure up in their own woes

Got iconic songs for the stoned folks and the funny thing is I don't smoke

No phones man, I'm off of the web

I'm where my people giving arm and a leg

Okay the bar has been set

I'm independent, ain't no clause in my check

I had to get it, then I got it, that's the cause and effect

I garner respect, I don't let no one cause me distress

The scars in my flesh is symbols of how hard it can get

The talking is less, I pause 'em when they call and collect

They all get upset, they hating and I'm onto the next

[Tech N9ne & Krizz Kaliko:]

I don't care I'm in my own zone

I won't spare not nere, I'm gon' blown

I don't care I'm in my own zone

I won't spare not nere, I'm gon' blown

[Dizzy Wright:]

Sparks of motivation, I'm circulating the product

Glad that we made it, I love that the struggle taught us

I'm bossing up and I'm bothered, they never bought us

Never get left behind, I remember the days

I used to tell them suckas never mind

You get your piece of the pie and bro better step aside

Bottom line we invested, never give up

You won't know if you never try

You'll even start to regret it, cause you get better with time

Just look at Tech, lookin' at me like he ain't never lied

Overtime, gotta show these suckas how you really move

I'm a committed dude that's how I know the journey will improve

Check it

I get to traveling do what niggas would kill to do

Will of man, I could've sold my soul, I wasn't willing to

The shit I battle with most deal with

My door open if you both get lit

Go on tours, in the back room with my baby mama's grocery list

In my own zone if I ain't a legend yet then I'm close to it

Tell 'em I'm ready, forever grateful, I could've gave up

But they wouldn't let me, the people need me

I know I'm edgy but

[Tech N9ne & Krizz Kaliko:]

I don't care I'm in my own zone

I won't spare not nere, I'm gon' blown

I don't care I'm in my own zone

I won't spare not nere, I'm gon' blown

PTSD (Warrior Built) lyrics - Tech N9ne (feat. Krizz Kaliko & Jay Trilogy)

[Tech N9ne:]

Uh-huh, Yup, O-K. Whatever

Don't try to talk to me like you know what this is

Yeah, I know I might have symptoms that are familiar to you, but... I got this

Thanks anyway...

[Krizz Kaliko:]

Don't let this eat me alive

I only can see this world from the inside

And I'm holding it inside

Feel like I can cock it back and let it go

And nothing's making sense

And I have no patience for anything

So I'm going on everything

Somebody get me out of here

[Tech N9ne:]

You don't see what I see

So how the hell you gonna stop these voices

In my head, that got me awfully rocky, do you copy?

Traumatized much, from homicide, what?

Don't wanna flip, but mama I must be the one I trust

I ain't got no friend, I ain't got no grin

But I'm macho when I lock, load, and I block foes in

When I stop souls in a rock, hold, I'm a drop those sins

In a box so slim

Inside of my nog' grows grim

My hurt, it goes deep

I serve and go weep

A verticle leap when you're alert in your sleep

Was a word of a treatment, somebody murdered more peace

Inside of my third it's so bleak

Done so much dirt I go leap to chief

[Krizz Kaliko:]

Don't let this eat me alive

I only can see this world from the inside

And I'm holding it inside

Feel like I can cock it back and let it go

And nothing's making sense

And I have no patience for anything

So I'm going on everything

Somebody get me out of here

[Tech N9ne:]

I'm thinkin' about my lady, is she doin' shady?

Like havin' dudes around my baby, situations got me crazy

Brainiac in subjects, but a maniac in public

Where they train me at is insane [?]

We in thugish mode, feelin' my love is cold

In about a minute I'm a flip my top, gonna watch my mug explode

What I need right now from a lady is a kiss and a hug it shows

Got a grudge, it holds

God bless my rugged soul

But I got, I'm stable, I'm for real, I'm willin' and able

Got you feelin' I'm ill and I'm crazed

Go get the manic depressant pill on the table

What'll keep me cool is a good birthday for my baby girl

'Till that time I'm dealin' with my mind and trippin' up with the crime in this crazy world

[Krizz Kaliko:]

Don't let this eat me alive

I only can see this world from the inside

And I'm holding it inside

Feel like I can cock it back and let it go

And nothing's making sense

And I have no patience for anything

So I'm going on everything

Somebody get me out of here

[Jay Trilogy:]

Look in my eyes

You can probably see the crazy feats of danger that I've survived

Don't wanna relive 'em

If you make me, then I get livid

I might just go commit a crime

I can feel 'em starin' at me all crazy

Like they don't understand what I be s-sayin'

But you ain't seen death

Man I been awake for seven days and I just cannot stop shakin'

So now I'm bout to take another shot and try to battle all my demons, can't let em win

I'm a take a semi automic into my dream and pop shots until they all drop to the end

And that was goin fine

Until I had a small flashback and they all started risin' from the dead

And now they start to double and double, and this shit's overwhelming but I gotta find a exit quick

My psychiatrist told me I ain't got no hope

I ain't got no pills that I can pop to cope

Just need to buckle down, and try to battle it out

And try to dodge the shit that they about to throw

I know I put in the hours

But it still feels like I got a loose grip on my skill set

But fuck it

I know I gotta get a grip on my head if I'm really bout to do this

All or nothin' man I gotta give it all I got

One shot gotta make this shit count I'm on the clock

Watch, my shit tockin'

Sweat drippin' from the top of my head fallin' to my eyes, so God

Please help me do my best

Then pop, there's a hole in my bullet-proof vest

Shot to the chest man, I'm runnin' out of breath

But I can't leave this world till I lay this shit to rest, ahh!

[Krizz Kaliko:]

Don't let this eat me alive

I only can see this world from the inside

And I'm holding it inside

Feel like I can cock it back and let it go

And nothing's making sense

And I have no patience for anything

So I'm going on everything

Somebody get me out of here

R.K. Huskers lyrics - Tech N9ne

Tech N9na

Husker power

You ready?

You ready?

Three, two, one, go

Welcome to the red kingdom (Yeah)

Red kingdom

Welcome to the red kingdom (Yeah)

Red kingdom

Welcome to the

Sting where we run it, if they really want it

The Husker nation got 'em shakin', we great, feel me on this

Place millies on it (Chyeah)

I bet the competition's no opposition, we come to take and we done it

Wild in the Midwest, loud 'cause we get that (W)

You're gonna see Nebraska bringin' trouble too

Foes quick fled when the whole clique said "Holla"

Go Big Red

Welcome to the red kingdom (Yeah)

Red kingdom

Welcome to the red kingdom (Yeah)

Red kingdom

Welcome to the

Cornhuskers

Nothing here to stop us 'cause we born hustlers

Run it through the opp and leave 'em torn, flustered

Watch us bring nitro

Got the team psycho, in the spot of King Iso

All in the sea of red, gotta end this

Brawlin' and be ahead, tremendous

Spikin', blockin' and dunkin', jumpin' out the gymnasium

You wanna see the best? Meet us at Memorial Stadium

Red kingdom (Yeah)

Red kingdom

Welcome to the red kingdom (Yeah)

Red kingdom

Welcome to the

Red kingdom (So, who's next?)

Red kingdom (Go Big Red)

Red kingdom (King Iso)

Red kingdom (Tech N9ne)

RED lyrics - GAWNE & Tech N9ne

Red is what I see

Blood'll stain the water lamb to slaughter when you follow like blind sheep

It ain't no wonder people probably don't like me

A storm is coming all the thunder and lightning

It's kill or be killed now

Gorillas we throw down

Moving like that wolf in sheep clothes how could I?

Ever leave the steeple and let my people down

I rather die than keep it peaceful my egos proud

I'm seeing red now

Losing my eyesight

Became a blind man for money and limelight

One hell of a ride right?

I just look at the highlights

Bury me alive with my pride if I die tonight

Till my last breath

All that's left is

Death and taxes

Then it's blackness

When the world stops spinning on it's axis

I say a prayer that heaven'll grant me access

Yeah I got pain

But what's it for

No one loves me

Anymore

Not anymore

I'm insane

I thought you'd know

Lose my mind every time I go

Go

Pray for me

Pray for me

I'm seeing red now!

Everyone's dead now!

Red is what I see!

Who's gonna stop me?

Nothing can stop me!

And I'm living to see the bad past ruling

Over the promise that they wanted us to have cash moving

That was dishonest making me vomit to clash that's grueling

Present day trauma we're not gonna see the last mass shooting

Red (streams from)

Your head a whole new meaning for red (kingdom)

We plead and now we end up with dead (things from)

Machetes medicine and with lead (dreams done)

The feds seem numb

Cheah!

All these killers are bred trying

To not become minorities so the deads climbing

It's time we wipe away the tears that we shed crying then (go)

Save the children and yes protect my queen

Red from all the speeches you said lying

Like you ain't send the red notice and redlining

Hate I'm in your morning paper it read "I'm King"

And hate to hear Luke and Tech N9ne sing!

Yeah I got pain

But what's it for

No one loves me

Anymore

Not anymore

I'm insane

I thought you'd know

Lose my mind every time I go

Go

Pray for me

Pray for me

I'm seeing red now!

Everyone's dead now!

Red is what I see!

Who's gonna stop me?

Nothing can stop me!

Red Kingdom lyrics - Tech N9ne

Tech Nina

Kansas City

You ready? Ya ready?

3, 2, 1, go!

Welcome to the Red Kingdom (yeah)

Red Kingdom

Welcome to the Red Kingdom (yeah)

Red Kingdom

Welcome to the

Place where we run it

Place really haunted by number 58

It's DT the great and we flaunt it

Hate and we shun it

No competition, the opposition fake

I don’t think they really want it

Loud is the recipe, loud sitting next to me, no doubt

Now we are proud that we get to see

KC Chiefs come and break these geeks

Make 'em taste these cleats

Welcome to the Red Kingdom (yeah)

Red Kingdom

Welcome to the Red Kingdom (yeah)

Red Kingdom

Welcome to the

Chiefs Kingdom, got to love us, got some other

Beasts, bring 'em, mop ’em up and stop 'em, got the

Heat stinger, you hot when we stop ya

Dropped when he rock rock, got blocked in me casa

Ball in my city live, but I find her

Raw when they get beside

My lucky numbers are 15, 10, 87, 29, 7, 50, 95, 55

Red Kingdom (yeah)

Red Kingdom

Welcome to the Red Kingdom (yeah)

Red Kingdom

Welcome to the

Red Kingdom

Strange Music, yeah

Go Chiefs!

Tech N9ne

Let's roll baby

Screen lyrics - Tech N9ne

You gotta keep a screen in front of you cause they wanna do

The wrongest to try to come at whose the wonderful one or two

To punish you don't wanna be the hunted they'll point a gun at you

You can't let everyone step foot in your house more so in your life

Why you really knockin at my door

Don't let bad energy near you or you'll be poor souls with no light

You ain't comin in you gotta go!

I don't wanna hear it, I don't need it, I don't fear it

Evil spirit, I'm just gon' be nowhere near it

A really rough time that you bring

I don't wanna hear it, I don't need it, I don't fear it

Evil spirit, I'm just gon' be nowhere near it

I can hear you just fine through the screen

Before you open that screen doe, you gotta wonder what the scheme fo

The lingo they insane playin' games and got the scene so bingo or keno

Bite ya till like you spilled pinot on your gringo things was clean though

Hella scarred because you put down your guard you a target especially if you a star Ringo (chyeah!)

No K (chyeah), better never fall for the role play, devil comin yo way (chyeah)

You can bet that it's a cruel one comin if a bull come runnin better hope you get the olé

So pray that you get to bed well when they crash the villa one of your bro stay

Shit ain't dolce, before you walk on the eggshells, put the cascarilla front of the doorway (chyeah)

If you let in Lestat, they get to suckin' until it's nothin', it's a dead end to that

Put the lead in the gat and stop 'em before they get in to chat, Ozzy up and I'm beheading the bat (chyeah)

I am tired of screenin' lookin' for damn liars when it transpires but we do win the battles

So before you enter thee campfire, don't tell a energy vampire what we do in the shadows

You can't let everyone step foot in your house more so in your life

Why you really knockin at my door

Don't let bad energy near you or you'll be poor souls with no light

You ain't comin in you gotta go!

I don't wanna hear it, I don't need it, I don't fear it

Evil spirit, I'm just gon' be nowhere near it

A really rough time that you bring

I don't wanna hear it, I don't need it, I don't fear it

Evil spirit, I'm just gon' be nowhere near it

I can hear you just fine through the screen

They are fishin' to try to complete a dark mission picthin' ya hard living, discard this

And start mixin' with what the hearts gifting when stars glisten, in cars kissin', better behind a partition (chyeah)

'Cause everybody not live up on the screen the pre recorded hot lies

Can have a heart speed racin' like it's a Mach 5

But the screen intervenes and make it so we never swat flies (chyeah)

Your cash (chyeah) can get 'em poppin up right at your pad lookin' for the core stab (chyeah)

Steady wishin' for blood and gore bad (chyeah), get it outta you but never try to get it out a whores ass (chyeah)

So when the forecast (chyeah) gotcha feelin' like a tornado tore past, know they wanna pour gas (chyeah)

On what the Moors have (chyeah), never open the screen to some more trash, knockin' like a DoorDash (chyeah)

Pinche, cabron knockin' on where the king stay home where queen lay

Better gone for the thing spray, fuckin' wit the wrong Kunta Kinte Kong, don't belong in the screenplay

That'll bring hataz up in my circle to make a scene slay ya

I'm euphoric like I was Zendaya but I keep a killer on my screen saver

You can't let everyone step foot in your house more so in your life

Why you really knockin at my door

Don't let bad energy near you or you'll be poor souls with no light

You ain't comin in you gotta go!

I don't wanna hear it, I don't need it, I don't fear it

Evil spirit, I'm just gon' be nowhere near it

A really rough time that you bring

I don't wanna hear it, I don't need it, I don't fear it

Evil spirit, I'm just gon' be nowhere near it

I can hear you just fine through the screen

Shut Up lyrics - Dirt Monkey & Tech N9ne

Yah, yah

Yah, yah

Zip it

Yah, yah

Ya-ya-yah, yah

Zip it

Yah, yah

Ya-ya-yah, yah

Zip it

Zip it, zip it, zip it, zip it

Uh

I gotta come put the yappin' to rest

Better off keeping the wack in your neck

Back and your chest

All the way down to the ass end [?]

This passion will whet

Unintelligent, it truly be foolery

Every time you get a view of opportunity

Try to win it but you so fail

Nothing left to do but hold L's

Lying ass with a straight face

Be the first one up bitter hate case

Wanna trap it, you can never bake jakes

Better make haste when you vacate

Hang yourself, better get the slip knot

Keep your evil head away from this spot

Try to talk to me, you bound to get stopped

I'ma tell 'em bitch, keep your lip-locked

To the people speaking hella stupid

Got a message for the dummies and I'm hopin' you can hear me ayy

I'ma keep it simple when I say it, so you really get the gist of what I'm sayin'

When you hear me say

To the people speaking hella stupid

Got a message for the dummies and I'm hopin' you can hear me ayy

To those people crushin' the evil comin' at me with the fake shit

All I wanna say is, all I wanna say is

Shut up bitch

Shut up bitch

Aw shut up bitch

All I wanna say is, all I wanna say is

Shut up bitch

Shut up bitch

Aw shut up bitch

Hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up

Tecca N9na speaking real shit

To the people that don't feel this

Better take a fuckin' chill quick

To the vill clique and hit the killswitch

That ain't what you wanna deal with

But they still stiff on my bill bitch

I'm the one that got the mill chips

But I'm never not without the ill sick

If you coming with the lying face

Get the anger from a Zane Grey

If you knew me but you trying break

But the N9ne will hit you and will die in hate

Bust bust on a rough tough

Why you always gotta bluff muff

You can trust us to bring ruckus

Better hush up, you'll get fucked up

To the people speaking hella stupid

Got a message for the dummies and I'm hopin' you can hear me ayy

I'ma keep it simple when I say it, so you really get the gist of what I'm sayin'

When you hear me say

To the people speaking hella stupid

Got a message for the dummies and I'm hopin' you can hear me ayy

To those people crushin' the evil comin' at me with the fake shit

All I wanna say is, all I wanna say is

Shut up bitch

Shut up bitch

Aw shut up bitch

All I wanna say is, all I wanna say is

Shut up bitch

Shut up bitch

Aw shut up bitch

Hold up, hold up

Hold up, hold up

Shut up, bitch shut up

Shut up, bitch shut up

Be quiet, be quiet

Be quiet, be quiet

[?] say

Shut up, bitch shut up

Shut up, bitch shut up

Be quiet, be quiet

Be quiet, be quiet

Yeah

Tech N9ne baby

Strange Music

Yeah!

Dirt Monkey what up

Yeah haha

We doin' this baby

The connection Colorado stand up

Stratus Fear lyrics - X-Raided & Tech N9ne

Arise!

X-Raided!

To a new beginning!

New life!

Hey hey! Come disrespectful and get a melee

Feelin regretful a nigga may say that the N9na wit the X go a bit of Ye cray if they don't give up they pay

We not here to play play grave digga spray prey made em really hit the aye bay bay

In a grave the lay game of death and got a paid vacay (chyeah!)

Wake up wake up! Stop the fake fucks (chyeah!)

Like a sex doll heck naw eat a beat like a vet when it's Tech in the mess hall (chyeah!)

I'mma bless (chyeah!) yaw but you niggas don't want me that tall fuck it let's crawl

Then I'll come up and run up the checks dog then I'm fresh all at the met Ball

In a bulletproof vest and by best drawz (chyeah!) beat the beat up like I do the pudding

Stratus cloud is what is to the footing niggas swinging at the air like Cuba Gooding

But (chyeah!) ya arms are too short ta box wit G so you don't wanna be a opp to me

Cleverly I spit muthafuckas can't even see my shit, even in a colonoscopy so

Don't give me no (FAKE!)

Don't give me no (FALSE!)

Don't give me no (FRAUD!) nah!

Don't give me no (HATE!)

Don't give me no (HISS!)

Don't give me no (HYPE!) blah!

Don't give me no phonk, no deceiving or one of us leaving this evening

Don't give me no (SIMP!)

Don't give me no (SOFT!)

Don't give me no (SHIT!) nah!

They fear the ascension of the lyricist

So when we go up they stay down nigga

A lot for us neva wanna see a nigga shooting beyond the clouds they

Cannot adjust so they begin all the scheming to hit the foul way

And clog us up trying to really hold back everything my mouth say

I gotta buss nigga neva had no stratus fear about me

Who the fuck let these niggas on the scene nightmares no dreams they scream

They extremely scheme we reign supreme ain't big as they seem I've seen their streams

He wanna wear the crown but he ain't no king it ain't in his genes cuz he ain't no G

Low wealth it's lean low self-esteem octagon or the ring bet it ain no thing

Wake up wake up time to make bucks

So generous fuck fake snakes so slitherous various venomous vipers befriended us

Tried to show love but the hate was continuous the whole relationship was very tenuous

I tried to lift em up but it was strenuous they kept offendin' us

And now they hate X I'm an original nigga their apex

They're unoriginal niggas they ape X willing to spray techs at those who hate Tech

High tech like a Tesla my N9ne atcha neck for my paycheck I haven't ate yet

So hungry I'm outta here leaving the troposphere don't feel a drop of fear just call me SpaceX

A lot for us neva wanna see a nigga shooting beyond the clouds they

Cannot adjust so they begin all the scheming to hit the foul way

And clog us up trying to really hold back everything my mouth say

I gotta buss nigga neva had no stratus fear about me

Can't touch this like Hammer

I did not stammer

Watch your grammar please

Don't gimme no stress

Don't gimme no Cess

Don't gimme no bammer weed

Don't give me no (FAKE!)

Don't give me no (FALSE!)

Don't give me no (FRAUD!) nah!

Don't give me no (HATE!)

Don't give me no (HISS!)

Don't give me no (HYPE!) blah!

Don't give me no phonk, no deceiving or one of us leaving this evening

Don't give me no (SIMP!)

Don't give me no (SOFT!)

Don't give me no (SHIT!) nah!

Twas The Night Before Christmas lyrics - Tech N9ne

Calling all T fans, everyone gather round

So you all won't miss this wonderful gift

Is about to begin right now

Twas the night before Christmas and all seemed just fine

You thought I was Santa Claus but surprise Tech N9ne

And it ain't no sheep in here 'cause we're wolves in chief's clothing

You won't know what hit you when that red and gold just keeps rolling

That I'll study hard, 'cause Andy Reid is coming to town

With the twinkle of the stats and that's enough to Kansas City Chiefs (First down)

The [?] is on, the maestro Mahomes he stays willing and willing

Showing passes no looks, touchdown Chiefs, oh what a feeling

Don't forget the other side because defense wins

Every time that there's a sack an angel gets it's wings

The ghost of Christmas past (Yeah!) they're all here

Bell, [?], Nigerian Nightmare, spreading holiday fear (Come on let's go)

Jingle bells are (Loud!) but our decibels are unstoppable

When the red kingdom rocks red a solid night is impossible

Before stepping in the house, it's a few things you should know

Just some ground rules from Tech to help you enjoy the show (Let's get it)

First things first, there ain't no lead that we can't handle

Down twenty-four, but never no worries, just don't change the channel

Rule number two, you gotta know the clock is on our side

Just thirteen seconds but you better believe we won't be denied (Here we go)

Last but not least

Chief's kingdom is one

So welcome one

Welcome all

KC, the fun has just begun

Tech N9ne!

Warfare lyrics - Merkules, Tech N9ne & Snow Tha Product

Yo, Snow White

C-Lance

[Snow Tha Product:]

I thought I had friends, but they all was wishin'

I'd fall off, some wanted my position

I was splittin' my plate, they all was wit' me

But I was feelin' them hate like I was competition

Vibes was different, people said they talked some shit in

Other people said they never thought that I would listen

Want the benefits but scared of givin' props to women

Everybody pullin' in different directions within me

Mind is iffy, everyone around is shifty

I don't trust anybody that wasn't starvin' with me

Embarrass me in front of fans that you did not get with me

But y'all soft, profit off what I worked hard to give you

Real ones prevail, all my fans see well

What I did for motherfuckers, devil's in the details

This shit's easy to me, you won't see me fail

Ain't no beating me, bitch, you know me well

Blocked numbers, I get apology emails

You see me leave people, we rebuild

All fakes we weed out, we'll repel

You on PCP thinkin' we need help

I am not the one you wanna be hitting with ultimatums

Regardless of what it was, it fell apart in the weight

A bunch of motherfuckers finally off of me

Bitch, I'm ten years deep, you ain't stoppin' me

And you gossipin' broads that was crossin' me

Now you ain't shit 'til the plan got got for me, uh

[Merkules:]

(It's war) What you gonna do when-, what you gonna do when-, what you gonna do when-

(It's war) There's nowhere to hide, what you gonna do when your life's on the line?

(It's war) What you gonna do when-, what you gonna do when-, what you gonna do when-

(It's war) There's nowhere to hide, your life's on the line, what you gonna do when-

(It's war) 'Cause I don't think you're ready for warfare

I don't think you're ready for warfare

No, I don't think you're ready for warfare

No, I don't think you're ready for warfare

I'ma use the booth to fuel anarchy

Tell me, who could stop this huge tsunami?

Fuck your YouTube views and your new Versace

This the Big Bang Theory and I'm Koothrappali

(I just) Flew the coop in a blue Bugatti

With a huge new trunk that I use for bodies

Got a deuce deuce on me, I'll shoot somebody

If they tell me one more time that I'm Illuminati

I'm ahead of the game, so never question my greatness

(I get) Better wit' age that's why they never could say shit

I got leverage from Everest to Mesopotamia

And your styles so used you could sell it on Craigslist

(I'ma) Different kind of breed, I'ma kill 'em in they sleep

Middle finger on the trigger wit' a clip inside my jeans

Hear the doof-doof-doof, then I'm picked up from the scene

In a whip you've never seen, no prints, I'm clean (I'm clean)

I just talked to Snow, they all will know it's smoke when the hospital's filled

I'm watchin' 'em get claustrophobic when they coffin closes but they gotta hold still

My enemies get shook when I'm enterin' any room

Got this pent up venom and doom in my chest that I'm lettin' loose

(It's war) hit up Tech and I said "If you're in the mood

I'm ready to send it through, you better get in the booth"

Don't ever get it confused, I mentally been in tune wit' the devil And ever since, he's been tellin' me what to do

(It's war) What you gonna do when-, what you gonna do when-, what you gonna do when-

(It's war) There's nowhere to hide, what you gonna do when your life's on the line?

(It's war) What you gonna do when-, what you gonna do when-, what you gonna do when-

(It's war) There's nowhere to hide, your life's on the line, what you gonna do when-

(It's war) 'Cause I don't think you're ready for warfare

I don't think you're ready for warfare

No, I don't think you're ready for warfare

No, I don't think you're ready for warfare

[Tech N9ne:]

Let a foe bring cray

I'ma pick up a chopper, then let the whole thing spray

That is so mean, hey, it's a loathing day

Shoulda never came up, and got in the flow king way

What I'm toting (Chyeah), may slow dreams, ayy

Maybe he woulda beat it, but didn't know Jean Gray

Now the protein (Chyeah) lay, soakin' prey

When I finish, I get away in an old Stingray

Homicidal, I ain't even gotta put it on God or on a Bible

Unless I wanna catch 'em in confession among disciples

And lessen the vexin' mess of oppression from his rival

They listen to haji, when their leader is spittin' the folly

Turn around and try to stiffen ya body

In the kitchen, you're groggy

Spillin' tea, never sippin' your tottie

Smellin' evil like I'm sniffin' wasabi

Uh, I can't breathe! (Chyeah)

When I got the hammer

Everybody gonna do whatever KOD commands ya

They created God to scam ya, fought to dam ya

Makin' you the spot to land the propaganda (Chyeah)

They thought the war was to hurt me and deface 'em

Never knew that my spirit is Murphy in Z Nation

Takin' all of religion and servin' 'em cremation

Break away from belief, and I'm curving a freemason

Put it together, Tech and Merky, and we racin'

The people are thinkin' that we certainly freebasing— dope

[Merkules:]

What you gonna do when-, what you gonna do when-, what you gonna do when-

(It's war) There's nowhere to hide, what you gonna do when your life's on the line?

(It's war) What you gonna do when-, what you gonna do when-, what you gonna do when-

(It's war) There's nowhere to hide, your life's on the line, what you gonna do when-

(It's war) 'Cause I don't think you're ready for warfare

I don't think you're ready for warfare

No, I don't think you're ready for warfare

No, I don't think you're ready for warfare

"Strangeulation Vol. II" (2015)

Praise KOD lyrics - Tech N9ne (feat. Ryan Bradley)

[Ryan Bradley:]
Enter in my castle and you'll bow down
You'll hear the sounds
Feel my fortress rumble as the walls
Come crashing down
Let my words possess you and your mind
Your mind, your mind
If there is a God, look up and you'll find
You will find

[Tech N9ne:]
(Praise KOD)
LAJFA! Last words spoken by my mom
Heaven opened on June 6th, mama's on the first day smoking
So many emotions
Sipping on my potion, choking, black slime's taken over my body
So much it will contaminate the ocean (I'm not joking)
Get 'em up, wanna bust, with enough of anguish
I'ma clutch and he trust when he touch, my name is so famous
I'm adjusting a bunch of stuff, my brain it grows heinous
And I'm loving that rough and tough and tainted, so dangerous
People piling in to peep it
So many step inside to see the secrets
Really I'm a rabble-rousing reverend
Writing in reefer, risen and rippin' a wretched rhyme, release it
Blood in my mucus, turn it into mud I should've gutted the lupus
That bug is intrusive, what the government uses
To turn love into nuisance, and shoving a big drug in your juices
Wondering if I'ma bust and light Islam up
If I'm the number synonymous with anonymous
The drama just equal Osama nuts
You crazy, that's why they honor us, listen to it
I am not professin' to be the highest in heaven
So I say with no discretion, this is a K-O-D session
So if any wanna question, you pro'lly should get to steppin'
Cause you 'bout to hear the lesson of twenty minus eleven

[Ryan Bradley:]
Enter in my castle and you'll bow down
You'll hear the sounds
Feel my fortress rumble as the walls
Come crashing down
Let my words possess you and your mind
Your mind, your mind
If there is a God, look up and you'll find
You will find

Praise KOD [x7]

[Tech N9ne:]
(My word is spreading all over the world)
Parents get this for your children
Help me carry on this love that I'm buildin'
So many years I have been drillin' through ceilings
With a pack of villains, minimal killing, lord willin'
Inshallah, really just sent Allah
What a Christian just saw, evil winning
Don't know what it meant to y'all when death went to Maude
But it really bent the KOD, please no grinning
What can I do, to make you believe
All this beautiful music I conceive
I'm taking out the pain and times the Nina grieves
And putting it to music, now you heard to leave
For your spirits I covet, that doesn't say "Devil worshipper", does it?
Good and evil, I got ooze and oodles of it
And I got so many more followers comin' and I love it
I wonder why everybody's insane when they come to Strange
They had my mother locked up in chains like she was deranged
I'm takin' aim on every lame, they're gonna see the change
Watchin' my brain darken the game

[Ryan Bradley:]
Enter in my castle and you'll bow down
You'll hear the sounds
Feel my fortress rumble as the walls
Come crashing down
Let my words possess you and your mind
Your mind, your mind
If there is a God, look up and you'll find
You will find

Praise KOD [x7]

[Tech N9ne:]
My blood runs through this music forever living through you

[Ryan Bradley:]
Enter in my castle and you'll bow down
You'll hear the sounds
Feel my fortress rumble as the walls
Come crashing down
Let my words possess you and your mind
Your mind, your mind
If there is a God, look up and you'll find
You will find
(Praise KOD)

[Tech N9ne:]
Welcome to Strangeulation Volume II

Strangeulation Vol. II Cypher I lyrics - Tech N9ne

Smoking weed, true indeed
Sick emcees presented by Tecca Neez!
Check it out

Ain't nobody busting like the nigga with a gun up in the middle of the west
I be the killa with a Tec and I'm a villain with a vest
I gotta fill 'em with effects then I get it out the way
So I can say what I wanna say
Right over the track singing like the father of Nona Gaye
Let's get it on they love it when Tech spit a song way rugged
And check niggas on they grudges then death shitted on they buzzes
That was just the intros for the family with sin souls
But the Gandys with the fem flows
Can't stand me like ten toes
I rock it, making my female fans freaking faucets
Putting me up against Hop is thoughtless
Not supposed to press partners, stop it
Can't compete compare crotches, cockless
Taking Tech is too toxic, toss it!
Never will the bosses take losses
Study cautiousness off this shit!
Cause some fans are antagonistic, naggin' bitches
Raggin' like a stabbin' happened
When I'm havin' hits, get vast than sick shit
Like I ain't Vlad and vicious bad and twisted
Keep it jabbing fisted, Trav insisted
So I frown scarier when the clown buries a nigga down to the ground
But the crown carrier get the hound out the mound and they’re bound
Marry 'em all together is how we breaking the sound barrier
I'm three-dimensional, we invincible
You saying I'm over, you never see the principle
My seed is meant to grow rapid, I'm the classical rap shit on acid!
Bastards! (Hurl bars)
Never will niggas be able to gimme the trash it, jack it
(World star)
How in the fuck am I ripping and reaching the masses?
Asses, faggots, too many back splashes
Then a wack black chat hatches cause you napped at rap classes
They making a mockery of my painted face
But me, I resemble our ancestors
And these niggas talking stuck at a fainted pace
Still not realizing this man blessed ya
I am so clever, my friends adore me they banging Yates
Your rhyme is no measure to him, you bore me, gay flaming fakes
Find him more cheddar, my end's for me stay gaining great
Cause I am forever like Em, 40, Jay, Wayne and Drake
Pure art, I'm the shit and nigga, you're farts
How they gonna challenge the Tecca Nina
When your flow's softer than a Velour scarf
Blowing this track into pieces, I'm leaving you fewer parts
At this moment I am laying as dead as before my 2.0 tour starts
Ain't packed shit yet, this how your taint rap hits best
Tecca Nina ain't plastic, my bank's drastic, you can't match his checks
Lot of gore in the flow, and I’m born to go
Got your whore in the door, taking your chick
Cause a nigga been up in the Forbes list now four in a row
My religion is followed by little kids, college kids, metalheads, hip hop heads, the Crips and soo-woos
Your religion is tainted by money grubbing, funny hugging
Chummy loving grown men that like to do youths
So I stick with my technicians, no F's given, yeah
This team is a mixture of a few groups
This for my fans, nigga, fuck everybody else
If you loving this Tech N9ne give me three aooh's and two whoops

PBSA lyrics - Tech N9ne (feat. CES Cru)

[Tech N9ne:]
Chest out, ten toes down
Left routes been shown now
Tech shouts, them foes frown
Next bout, you stretched out, we test clout when in yo' town
Ex'd out, full of debt doubt cause the best house we hold ground!
Better run now, don't come around my way
Gonna be dumbfound when the gun sounds cause sun down is my day
Meaning I don't sleep, but yo food yes I'm gon' eat, alone peep
Anybody tryna get the grown seat better gone, it's gonna be a long week!
(Rah, rah, rah!) That's what they talkin' a lot of em bumpin' they chops
But they can never compare to the winner, they simply be giving me something to knock
I slay wack, just play back my hits
So you better stay back on this great track cause I made that my bitch!
You wantin' this, I'm on a mission too
So you ain't gonna get what you wanna get, this one I'm kickin' through
Hit they mama, quit the trauma, hid dishonor gets to shoot
If you want a bitch, a ton of shit cause I'ma hit your crew
Bout to knock you out yo' skin, go in body, then I'ma go chin
Place yo' bet, you gonna hate the Tech
Cause I'ma break yo' neck, we ain't no kin
Dreams and hopes will be broken when that flow spin
I'ma fo' sho' sin, level headed when the rebel get it
Heavy metal fetish when I go in!

PLAY BALL!
SLAY ALL!
[x4]

[Godemis:]
War paint on my mean mug
Accolades, I got dumb clout
Back to back I run mad laps
When the sun's down or the sun's out
Sara Jay on my side arm
Y'all ain't tryna see me with guns out
With mo anger, that's no-brainer
So y'all niggas better run routes!

[Ubiquitous:]
I heard something 'bout
Anybody can get it, I'm with it
I'm coming for Sun's crown
When I hit him he done after one count
Yeah I'm living, I love it, my lungs loud
When I come from the scrummage
The scrimmage, I did it, I done it like what now
We could put up some butter and do it no stutter
But put up or shut up your bum mouth!
Now it's your move, took a chump out, I'm so old school
Yeah, say hi to my little friend
Kill 'em with the pen, make the dynamite go boom!
Talk about big balling, and it may seem like I'm stalling
When I'm staring outta that wall and
Bombing like Babe Ruth when I call it
Yes y'all it, and my bet's all in, heck nah, never let y'all win
In the game, everything a test to check
To see who can really hang like a net, all in
Come and train with the Ces, yeah
It's no thing little bunny, I can bang with the best in the biz
You better be saving all of your breath for the gym
Gotta run until there ain't nothin' left in the lid bruh, let's get it in
You heard me, chewed 'em up, I'm done early
Suited up in my jersey, feelin' like who or what can come serve me
Y'all too corrupt to come prove to us your kung-fu
You suck, you're unworthy, dirty like Harry makin' my day
Tell 'em I come to slay when I play, break!

[Tech N9ne:]
PLAY BALL!
SLAY ALL!
[x4]

[Godemis:]
K-I-M, and I kill shit
You could say that I slay turds
DIB and I K-I-S, y'all L-A-F and those eight words
On my D-O-B I was D-O-A, but I came up out of that coma homie
ODB, I take no T-O, I'm like Oscar Meyer with no bologna
Killer and I'm dealin' 'em, I'm wavy
Sinner in the center of a stadium, ya numb
And now I go gorilla for real, uh, fuck I'm off the wall for real, uh
And I'm an inaudible offense as often as needed
Y'all slower than molasses, run screen passes, Weeden
Ya get hit with a blitz, boy
Just for thinkin' that they couldn't catch this
And when I run a muck, I'm puttin' numbers up
Go and take you a look at my stats bitch
My contract's got no cap, and the money is under the mattress
I stay high like A.I, what the fuck are we talkin' bout, practice?

[Tech N9ne:]
PLAY BALL!
SLAY ALL!
[x4]

Push Start lyrics - Tech N9ne (feat. Big Scoob)

[Big Scoob:]
Fast forward, no repeat
(We push start with no key)
Y'all on one, we on three
(We push start with no key)
All talk, gotta show me
(We push start with no key)
It's big dog and Don P
[x2]

I push start with no key
Gritty nigga from the show me
Reverse the letters of OG, think about it (I go big)
Slippery tongue, gotta spit that game
Sickening numb when I dump these flames
Wait of a ton, hit like a gun (bang, bang, bang)
What y'all doing I already done it
Get down through it, nigga, let's run it
Simple and plain, I'm trained for this
I come from the gutters where anguish lives
Look in my eyes, I'm dangerous
They mock me and copy, they (Yankovic)
Yeah, Johnny's, I walk a life
Trappin' and rappin', respect the stripes
Hustle and struggle, get game from strife
Money and muscle, pain from plight
Hard scars, made me a blight
Dark hearts, searching for lice
Sick of the same, I'm ready for change
Something within me keeps wanting the game
Avoiding the voices deep in my brain
Gorilla within me could never be tamed!

Fast forward, no repeat
(We push start with no key)
Y'all on one, we on three
(We push start with no key)
All talk, gotta show me
(We push start with no key)
It's big dog and Don P

[Tech N9ne:]
Don P's where the dough be
(We push start with no key)
I drink liquor, I blow tree
(We push start with no key)
All the niggas and the hoes see
(We push start with no key)
So tell the crooked ass police
(We push start with no key)

Repping KC I eat Niecie's
Go chicken Go and at Lutfi's
That's family nigga, don't ever scam me nigga
You getting gone if you talk too loosely
Word to Ivy, aunt Susie, you can ask my big brother Puchie
We good ghetto to ghetto we get to murdering medals
Back in the day motherfucker we Gucci!
Dumb bitch, I'm on young shit, many bitches on this one dick
So many more wanna come get
But I can't have a whole lot of sprung chicks
Bum nigga to a plum gritter
You don't gotta have a million to run with her
She got a gun witcher, and a tongue spitter
You gotta get 'em believing there ain't nothing bigger
Tell a real G to get a meal free
Cause the drive and the level that is skilled, B
You wanna kill me, then we will be getting filthy
Bigger than norm with Big Scoob, I'm with Big Nick
I'm with Big Shug, I'm with Trick Trick
I'm with O.G. Mugs in this quick list
You don't wanna get your motherfucking wig split
I'm with Big Chuck from film, oh, me and my niggas, we will go
When approaching us, take your hands out your pocket real slow
Kill foe! 56 where my rouges be
Ask around, all the real niggas know me
Nigga, free O.G. be O.P, we push start with no key!

[Big Scoob:]
Fast forward, no repeat
(We push start with no key)
Y'all on one, we on three
(We push start with no key)
All talk, gotta show me
(We push start with no key)
It's big dog and Don P
[x2]

[Tech N9ne:]
Hahaha, my nigga Scooby called me Don P
Cause back in the day when we was young, man, you know
They called me Donny Punani because my middle name is Dontez
And my nickname is Donny and they say I love Punani
So, that's why he call me Don P...

Strangeulation Vol. II Cypher II lyrics - Tech N9ne (feat. CES Cru & Stevie Stone)

[Tech N9ne:]
For what I wanted to do was take some of my classic beats,
and send 'em to my artists to see what they would come up with on these beats that I love so much,
so I wanna call Stevie Stone and Ces Cru to murder, let's go

[Stevie Stone:]
Feel the hate when they come around
Little bull better settle down
Feel the love, I'm the great and or the true
See the fakes and the snakes, I'm always outta bounds
See I been dealt a hand, my nigga, I can peep
Peeping the shifty fans, my nigga
They gon' (see) see me going H.A.M, getting bigger, nigga
(Talk that shit, if you want to hack my Tech N9ne play it again)
Make sure you remember me, me the odd ball liquor
When Stevie get to speaking, the plot
Thickens with and these niggas is Vixens
Competition, it's really contradiction (uh-huh!)
Learning from the realest slim pickings
I love it, how you doubt a nigga, hound a nigga
Panned out, all this profit sought the stone to stand stout
On rigid and rare routes, it's like procedure to hear a nigga out
Strangeulation two and it's right now
Let's take it to another level, hot metal, black kettle, bitch
High pitched, fly shit, five settle, five words like the bandit lord
I think this weed got me paranoid
Middle finger to my enemies, I say all you niggas is bitches
Jurisdiction have so many restrictions
All you niggas is fiction, no conviction
Niggas get to dissin', I'll have you outta commission
Bodies missing, call my brother to lynch 'em
All you niggas is gimmicks, frail body and soul
All you niggas pretending, thought that we so-called family
All you niggas can get it, turning my volume up
Had us upon that midget
Let me hear you say names, let me hear you holler strange
I'm contained with flame, will leave your bodies decaying
Niggas be playing games, my niggas taking aim
Have you in a debacle, better stay in your lane
Guess time'll tell (guess time'll tell, guess time'll tell)

[Ubiquitous:]
Right hand over my heart of hearts I'm pledging allegiance
To Ces, for whatever the reasons I have withered the seasons
They're dead in the breeze, I'm ready to feed 'em
I never believed 'em, you son of a bitch, son of a preacher, word of
Heaven and Jesus, through seven degrees of separation is still
And spreading diseases, my recommendation is cheddar your cheeses
Maybe you better get business, like I didn't know that I carried the load
I know your boy is heavy and heaving
That's word to Strange and Tech the N9ne, I mean, who better to lead us
Since I been with that team I been spinning them G's
Bitch, yeah, you better believe it, cash come in a bulk amount now
I'm staying ahead of my dreams so the fuck could I sulk about
For real, I'll never be satisfied still, I don't be vocal out loud
Respect is due, I show it, don't blow it, my records are outbound
Chill, I'm choosing my weapons wisely, we never will lose direction
Guide 'em through the Recession Proof, should include a confession, truth
Started from the Bikini Bottom, we're here but it's something fishy
Twenty sixteen, Strange Music, making some fucking history

[Godemis:]
I know they want me to put up the pen
And just quit with the rapping, it won't never happen, no
For the minutes that I been in it, I'm a killer still in the back but I'm clapping though
In a matter of fact I been acting, so
Out of wack and my brain is on overload
I don't call anybody, ain't nobody calling me
Maybe I don't need a phone no mo'
Guess I won’t pay the bill and the villain is spillin' venom in him then I’m a goner
And haters are catering to me with wishes that I wouldn't win any longer
Idiot, you're just making me stronger, wanna kill me, then pay me no mind
Get a record to spot a bit longer, if you don't feel me then get on your grind
I don't mean to be mean but the measure is simple when you try to weather the outcome
Now I don't need a reason, killing any season, in fact I am better without one
You don't know anything about heat or the temp of the weather that I'm coming out from
And I wouldn't consider you equal like other people, where the fuck is your album?
Shit to you is a hobby and obviously y'all ain't knowing to measure at all
Murdering it for pleasure, ain't fucking with Godi, I'm sick with a medicine ball
Couldn't give 'em a shit, not even a little bit cause they haters, we know it
We all know the location, come get your face winched
Strangeulation reloaded! (Fuck)

MMM (Michael Myers Mask) lyrics - tech N9ne

(Enter the mind of Tech N9ne)
Laurie Strode, I got a gory soul, so the story goes
Should have never killed another one to get a bit of lovin' in me
Or reload, reload everybody lookin' at me like a hero
When I kill a demon lesser than zero
See no, evil within it, I'm a killer and I'm bigger than Deebo
He knows, we go, beginning
Deep inside of me I'm dealin' with a trio
Leave hoes, below, you finished?
Abomination comin' I got that combination cracks
All that time you wastin' runnin' I got that bomb relation rap
Now they're tryin' to make it back to Tech N9ne and shakin' whack
Now I'm dominatin', mom awakin' from a non forsaken nap
Hello mother, when you left I was no mellow brother
I put on my red, killed 'em all dead and I did it with my fellow thuggers
I tell no others, but I'm taking my hell so hovers
When I gotta murder everything dead - I smother
Like Othello's lover
You cannot tell me to stop it with doctor Loomis
Nothing would ever delay when I got your doom, it's
The Boogeyman I got to get your for real and
Nobody is saving me, not with appeal I'm a murderin' son of a bitch
And I'm ill with impeccable skill and a purpose to kill

[Hook x2:]
My mental's made of Michael Myers' mask
(You) Lay lifeless, Lord don't like yo liars laugh
(Who) Wanna see this sinful psycho sire spaz?
(Please don't) Light yo lighters last
(Cause this) Frightful fire's fast

Not too many motherfuckers out there I wish I hadn't killed
Draggin' lil' rappers up Debra's Hill like Jack and Jill
Slashin' till the back cracks attackin' with stabbin' still
Havin' chills when it happens after stashin' 'em in Haddonfield
I got a demon in me, green within me, seen the memory
How I get souls
Bring in Philly, things to get me
Never dead that is why I got up out of Smith's Grove
I'll eradicate a nigga with the feeling
That he better then a spittah with a bigger trigger
Step up and try to get at me and be disposed
I don't know why the great Malek Akkad
Not fuckin' with me, wanted to use the theme for P.B.3
They told me fuckin' fifty, Yea it's worth yea we gotta
But not when Carpenter charged me five for the first Psycho Bitch
So I had to switch when I just wanted to keep it alive!
Guess he didn't know I spill them bastards
Who say another killer's better I kill them slashers
I peel them actors, I'm real grim faster
Original mask motherfucker William Shatner

[Hook x2]

This killer Jam Knocks
I'm here to kill everbody lyrically, specifically till her pants drop
I'm iller than Shaq, thriller fans watch me
Murder many men in Michael Myers mask not a Silver Shamrock
Celebrate Samhain all year round
Never let a fake man reign!
I'mma bake damn brains with a weird sound
Givin hella aches and pain
Eminem is Jason, Krayzie Bone is leatherface and Bushwick Chuckie
But anything after double M were just replicas of me
Who got you? Niggas need a new doctor
Stop the bleeding, who shot you?
It was really a true chopper
Mike is who offed you, mainly because you caca
Step and see who do block you
Rest in peace to Moustapha

[Hook x2]

Mr. Sandman, nobody wants to see you
My Tony Moran stand

Intruders (Skit) lyrics - Tech N9ne

[Tech N9ne & Woman:]
All these channels, and nothing on TV, man. You sleepy?
Little bit, yeah
Yeah? Only 4 in the morning, you shouldn't be sleepy
It's 4 in the morning, babe
Yeah, yeah yeah yeah yeah...
American Psycho, yeah, that's what we're gonna watch, yeah
That's exactly what we need at 4 in the morning
Oh my God, what the fuck was that?!
Oh, shit, I don't know, I don't know
Oh my god, what is it?
Hold on, hold on, hold on. Oh fuck, they at the door?
They throwing shit at the fucking window?
Hold on, hold on, I'ma get, find the gun, I can find it
No! Don't go! Don't go, don't go
Where the fuck is Max's gun?! It was right here! Fuck!
Hold on, hold on, baby, just, um, just go on the bathroom,
go on the bathroom and I'ma go ahead and I'ma go downstairs and get the knife,
I'm going downstairs to get the knife
No don't leave, don't leave!
No, fuck that, okay, fuck, okay, I'll call police first, hold on...
Hello? This is Tech N9ne, this is Tech N9ne, and um, somebody's throwing stuff at my window and they kicking my door down,
and ringing my door bell uncontrollably, I'm 'bout to kill somebody get here quick

Tell Me If I'm Trippin' lyrics - Tech N9ne (feat. Prozak, Brotha Lynch Hung & Tyler Lyon)

[Tech N9ne:]
I wanted to find my gun, my lady runs to the bathroom
Yelling "someone", and when it's done
I'ma treat it like my daughters and son, we having fun
'Till intruders came knocking to come kill everyone
The beat and the kick ringing my bell uncontrollably
Four in the morning yelling my name so they know it's me
Scramble and try to find my nigga's gun, I'm supposed to be
Prepared for the crazy, my lady screaming don't go to see
Fuck it, I'm going down to the kitchen to get the knife
Invite 'em all in my crib and then take everybody's life
Chop 'em all into pieces, pray to God they heat-less
He in D shit, play with their bodies in the name of Jesus
One, two, three, god damn it's just the cops
All the motherfuckers must've scramm' when we hit the block
I was gonna kill am I wrong to feel
For my loved safety I'll leave you permanently still
Trav said he caught them on camera they came to his place
Two teen girls and the guy yelling "where is Yates"
Damn some fans would've lost some lives on this day
Mistaken, I would've been erasing all of the kid's face

[Tyler Lyon:]
Am I my paranoid or scared
Or is this my nightmare
Were they ever really there?
Tell me if I'm tripping
Am I supposed to sit and wait
While they storm through the gate
Psycho just like Norman Bates
Tell me if I'm tripping

[Brotha Lynch Hung:]
Yeah, it's gonna be the shit, wait 'till you hear this, man.
You on keyboard, I gotta get this fixed, man, damn...
Alright, there we go. Alright man, sit over there though

Seven o'clock, I was upstairs
I was on the keyboard making that tear
Knock on the front door, C.O. got it
Niggas came in, I said "Yo, get in the closet"
Hit 'em with venom and run up in 'em while they rummagin'
Too many niggas was coming in, I wanna get me one
Hopin' niggas try me cause I'm finna feel like "fry me"
Eyes all Chinese, high off reefer
I'ma get deeper, turn to the Grim Reaper
Use a heat seeker when I creep with the heater
Leave a deep gash, bring the heat fast
Hit 'em with the venom, when I get 'em I'ma keep 'em
Giving them an enema, even if it's ten of 'em
Then I'ma, eat 'em like dinner in the cinema
Then I'ma, shit 'em out, get 'em out
In about twenty-four seconds I'ma fuck 'em in the ass
Tuck 'em in the grass, cut 'em up fast
Buttercup, shut 'em up, I'ma cut mass
I'ma cut lass, nigga he got it, he gotta fuck 'em up, yeah
Tell me if I'm tripping

[Tyler Lyon:]
Am I my paranoid or scared
Or is this my nightmare
Were they ever really there?
Tell me if I'm tripping
Am I supposed to sit and wait
While they storm through the gate
Psycho just like Norman Bates
Tell me if I'm tripping

[Prozak, Woman:]
I don't really wanna play this, guys... This isn't something to mess around with
Come on, it's just a game, nothing to worry about, sit down
(Hey, man, hand me one of those beers)
But it's not just a game...
It is, everything is gonna be fine, hand me a beer too. Come on, let's do it

[Prozak:]
I can still remember, it was January twenty-third, 1994
And a group of us was chilling at the table, we was drinking with our fingers on the Ouija board
Tryna summon spirits asking "Ouija, can you hear us?" never thinking what was in store
Then the dogs started barking, in the darkness, all of a sudden it was knocking at the front door
Then we started approaching, cautious as hell as we pulled the door open
Nervous adrenaline, seeming slow motion, no one was there, we went back to the board hoping
That we finally made contact, with the deity, apparition on the other side
Then it started moving out and soon it was spelling out the warning in the morning one of us would die
We decided to stop it, said our goodbyes, and left the apartment
On the way home Sarah hit a patch of ice, lost control of her car, hit the ditch and lost her life

[Tyler Lyon:]
Am I my paranoid or scared
Were they ever really there?
Tell me if I'm tripping
Am I supposed to sit and wait
While they storm through the gate
Psycho just like Norman Bates
Tell me if I'm tripping

Fuck that shit, nigga, hmm, let's party

We Just Wanna Party lyrics - Tech N9ne (feat. Rittz, and Darrein Safron)

Girl scout cookies...check
151, Malibu rum and pineapple juice...check
Hennessy, Sprite and lemon...check
Patrón Silver, Patrón Citrónge, ready-to-serve margarita mix, limes, and orange juice...check

[Tech N9ne:]
(CHEAH)
I just wanna party, hit the drink until I'm numb (CHEAH)
I'm the nigga with the pineapple and malibu rum (CHEAH)
Plus the 151 I'mma get you stupid doo doo dumb (CHEAH)
Get the nookie when the cookies feelin' good up in her lungs (CHEAH)
Hella faded when I get up in the spot I hit the bar...(CHEAH)
Everybody want a photo with the Nina, I'm a star...(CHEAH)
And if anybody want it my nigga 'zilla got the gun
But we just wanna kick it and pick up a couple bitches
Who be looking so delicious, we give them all of they wishes
Then we done (done)

[Darrein Safron:]
My crew's all tripped out, off that real good green
The liquor's taking over, and we just wanna party
(This shit we) party, we just wanna party
(This shit we) party, we just wanna party
This shit we party, Sunday Monday Tuesday
Wednesday Thursday Friday, through the weekend

[Tech N9ne:]
Saturday to Sunday she be calling in on Monday
I live in the Boonies, if your ride is outie, then it's like you're traveling with a one way
We wanna put D on her
We gone, we zoned, in a weed coma
She don't belong if I squeeze phone her
And he want leads on where the G's home was
Ease on, she won't get to breathe on us
Tea's gone, we bump bitches elong' us
See schlong, she moan when I deep dong her
When he's grown, he is known to s-neeze on ya
Beez Holmes, we Jones'd, put the V on her
She's long, these songs get ya free dome
For the weed blown with the tone like I'm Steve Stone bruh
Keep on, be strong, never no leash on us, we beast on ya Biancas

[Darrein Safron:]
My crew's all tripped out, off that real good green
The liquor's taking over, and we just wan...(hold up)

[Rittz:]
Party animal, looking hammered, couple of handles of
Crown, we pound the shot cause it ain't shit for me to handle my
Liquor buzz, and bitch I wanna get to bust it open for the gram of molly
Got her pupils huge, her hands are clammin' up
Took advantage of the situation now she dancing to my music
When I turn around she taking her bra and panties off
Tan lines looking like she just got back from Panama
See these sparks flying like I lit a Roman candle up
Damn I just, can't think of your name, what is it, Angela?
Amber, Tammy, Pamela? I blame it on my Xani buzz
But blondie all my homies wanna hit ya, so I hand her off
Pimping since an infant I can't help that I'm the center of
Attention, trying to get paid, like Travis O'Guin, you see the symbol of
Snake and Bat, The Famous Stars and Straps, the Gucci signature
The ring that's on my pinky, you should throw the deuces, beam me up
Go stupid in the booth, I'm flexing like I'm Lou Ferrigno, ya-uh-yeah!

[Darrein Safron:]
My crew's all tripped out, off that real good green
The liquor's taking over, and we just wanna party
(This shit we) party, we just wanna party
(This shit we) party, we just wanna party
This shit we party, Sunday Monday Tuesday
Wednesday Thursday Friday, through the weekend

Girls just wanna have fun (hold up)
Guys just wanna get fucked (hold up)
[x2]

Muah lyrics - Tech N9ne (feat. Krizz Kaliko)

[Tech N9ne:]
Them niggas were in each other's face like this, I thought they was gon' fuck, I don't know!
I'd rather be looking at a pussy like that like "Muah, muah, muah, muah, muah, muah, muah, muah!" Sorry and shit

Muah, muah, muah, muah
Muah, muah, muah, muah
Sorry and shit
[x4]

We go, that's why she want us in her throat
Don't bring her around us because we will get the vote

Cause money and the power get your honey in the shower
With this one he got it runny in her flower
When that whore see me rap
You won't be able to snatch your beezy back
It ain't no reason to act so sleazy cat
Music is some kind of aphrodisiac
You don't know she dreaming of having us in the sheets like
Loving that nigga that eat right, what you expect?
See, if you were Tech you would be pounding punani each night
If she bites, tell her to stop! Then we fight
Next minute, break up, then make up
That's what I call a peace pipe
My apologies, she wants Tech so she nollers me
Swallows me, on my rod is where your broad'll be
And your girl's a hella partying chick and she kiss it like
Muah, muah, muah
Sorry and shit

Muah, muah, muah, muah
Muah, muah, muah, muah
Sorry and shit
[x4]

We dope, that's why she want us in her throat
Don't bring her around us because we will get the vote

[Krizz Kaliko:]
Uh huh, 'em big ones huh?
So I dumps the pumps, her rump will hear that song and then she on my bumper
After the show, watch how these hoes get (ya, ya!)
Cuties trying to kick it like a concui
She just tryna' give me what I'm 'poda get
I'm sober as a gopher, poke her and then I'm over it
(Okay!) And I ain't slowing it down cause I got a goal to get
I know what your motive is, but you roll it 'fore the morning hit
(Okay!) I know she know just what a boner is
She phone the kids, she ain't coming home cause she on the dick
W-why you fighting 'round them areolas
Might be piping wives and them, like my rhymes reciting 'em
At the bar we can sit, drink and see how far we get
Me and the Donny Punani we already hit
(Sorry and shit) Okay!

[Tech N9ne:]
Muah, muah, muah, muah
Muah, muah, muah, muah
Sorry and shit
[x4]

[Krizz Kaliko:]
Aye! We're some dudes they want to hug
Want us in they throat cause we [?]
And give her what she missing at home
Feelin' K9 and she'll be alone
I see that snake and bat tat
Then I'm at that, wanna give us head
Around the map, you don't match that
Talkin' bout, she love me now
Now how hard it can get
And I can tell her now she hardly can sit, yeah, yeah!

[Tech N9ne:]
Muah, muah, muah, muah
Muah, muah, muah, muah
Sorry and shit
[x4]