Mo' Ammo lyrics - Tech N9ne (feat. Murs & Rittz)

[Murs:]

I'm in my bass pro camo, lookin' like a Rambo

Military sack strapped with some Roman candles

I 'bout to light it up like it's Independence Day

I do it underground, that's the independent way

I got a dinner date, I'm ten minutes late

With this chick that I met up on the internet

I mean the internet, I mean that fucking app

I mean a meth head, I met her in the fucking trap (huh?)

No, what the fuck is that?

I met her at a show (oh)

I'm like Jeezy, selling tickets like it's fucking snow

Or like I'm Yeezy, selling Yeezys, I'll be God damned

You gotta buy these VIP tickets, understand?

I mean a stream is just a dream unless you are front row

A million views, we lookin' good, but no dough

I'm in the booth whippin' merch like I'm in the kitchen

Strange Music going stupid, it's your new addiction

We got guns, dope, clips for mo' ammo

Rambo like a quarter key inside the door panel

Put your ear to the speaker, get you high

Don't this music feel like you can fly?

Guns, dope, clips for mo' ammo

Rhymin' like a quarter key inside the door panel

Put your ear to the speaker, get you high

Don't this music feel like you can fly?

[Rittz:]

Lord, you ain't give me my props yet, you late as fuck

I like to think that I'm top five like Jada' does

Speeding past these rappers like they traffic cops with radar guns

And counting so much money that my fingertips got papercuts

You play and talk to me, you sweet as lemonade or punch

Can't you say that captain saved a slut, I met your lady once

We fucked and now it turned to a weekly visit

Got her hooked like I was deep sea fishing

And she means business, she says she love to ride it all night

I really get head and she got suction like Dyson Upright

I seen the sunlight, woke up and play some Maxwell

She open wide and sat still

I fucked her throat and filmed it, now that's what I call a gag reel

Again and again we win, while all you do is catch Ls

My father ain't a farmer but his son became a cash cow

Revolvers on as fuck if you a boxer or a blackbelt

Should've packed, yeah

Go back on my double time shit and I bet you I spazz out

[Murs:]

We got guns, dope, clips for mo' ammo

Rhymin' like a quarter key inside the door panel

Put your ear to the speaker, get you high

Don't this music feel like you can fly?

Guns, dope, clips for mo' ammo

Rhymin' like a quarter key inside the door panel

Put your ear to the speaker, get you high

Don't this music feel like you can fly?

[Tech N9ne:]

Growedd with killas who rolled with Milla's some soulless niggas who go get liquor then blow spliffs with ya popo suspicious we sold tricks fixes to hold big riches these roguish wishes is so ridiculous

Bogus bitches you Ho's fictitious and Low with glitches the Dough made you notice DIBKIS (I gotta stop)

Flows is gifted I get throwed get twisted then bro gets wicked when I spit I'm bout to kill em and a soul is lifted (That nigga hot)

My rap assignment give the industry an alignment rapper's ain't goin straight no mo'

Image really need refinement let a nigga help recreate yo flow, and I'm gon' design it to make mo' dough shake mo Ho's hey bro bro, this that N9ne shit! trippin! (why?)

Cause I been drinkin like a camel, (yeah?)

Tried to play me like a piano, (yeah?)

Now I'm about to go Rambo packin' mo' ammo nigga!

[Murs:]

We got guns, dope, clips for mo' ammo

Rambo like a quarter key inside the door panel

Put your ear to the speaker, get you high

Don't this music feel like you can fly?

Guns, dope, clips for mo' ammo

Rambo like a quarter key inside the door panel

Put your ear to the speaker, get you high

Don't this music feel like you can fly?

Stone Interviews (Skit) lyrics - Tech N9ne

[Stevie Stone:]

So, when was the beginning of Tech N9ne?

[Tech N9ne:]

The name "Tech N9ne" was born in '88 on the corner of 56th and Michigan in Kansas City, Missouri. I recorded my first song called "The Newbury" there that reached Frozen Image Productions in '91. That's the year that Solé took me on my first plane ride to the BRE Convention in New Orleans. And when I returned to KC I started recording hella with Frozen Image. Which lead to me doing Black Expo shows in our city, like where pretty much the first Technicians were born, consisting of gangstas and college kids first. Those shows helped me get other shows in my town, like at Grand Emporium and Party House and eventually winning a rap contest to open up for E.P.M.D. at the Camp Arena

Lowdown lyrics -Tech N9ne (feat. Darrein Safron & Ubiquitous)

[Darrein Safron:]

Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah

Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah

Oh

Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah

Oh

Oh

[Darrein Saffron:]

Yeah, we gon' run far outside in time

Oh, never do lie, never do lie

I never do lie

I put this on my soul to see your face light up

Get them epople out he way

Anytime they like, break out them chains

Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah

Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah

Oh

Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah

Oh

Oh

Yeah they wanna keep us low down

Yeah they wanna keep us low down

Yeah they wanna keep us low down

Yeah they wanna keep us low down

Yeah

[Tech N9ne:]

Mamma would have killed me (Christ)

Stepdaddy would have killed me (Islam)

If they both knew I chose a side

That would put me off up in a ride

With bloodthirsty killers inside

For my nigga Scoob, riding with the whoopty whop

To try to shoot the block then when the Uzi flocks

And this nigga named Crazy one day robbed my homie with his babies

For a lot of gravy got saved we

Found nobody to put on the news

Flame scatter brain splatter look like Jamba Juice

And we all intelligent but this shit is irrelevant

When they rob a real one for the hell of it

Yeah we dawn to shoot

Cause we coming from the ghetto

Where you can die over jealousy or dinero

Women not having had extended like a sombrero

KC we never hesitating to let the metal go

And they bring us down to they level

And they taking fifty rounds from a rebel

That's the sound of the Devil's semen

Spreading round making little ones

And mamma's on the ground cause they killed her son, grieving

Yeah I chose a side but I flow now

It don't matter Nina, it can still be a showdown

Anywhere you go now

So you better stand yo ground

Cause they don't wanna see you climbing

They wanna keep you low down

[Darrein Safron:]

Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah

Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah

Oh

Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah

Oh

Oh

Yeah they wanna keep us low down

Yeah they wanna keep us low down

Yeah they wanna keep us low down

Yeah they wanna keep us low down

Yeah

[Ubiquitous:]

They wanna see me falling like the rain drops

It's not that I won't, but I can't stop

Keep my brain locked on the game

Put the pad away when the paint stop

Cause they don't care if you slang rocks

All on the same block

Even if you're in Adelaide or in Bangkok

Bussin, spreading your city name like Chiddy Bang

But really they were sleeping and unaware of what it became

What will it take

I'm building my way into real estate

While you Philly steaks children get really baked

I'm here to facilitate a setting to celebrate over Dilla J

Silver gorilla, mister vanilla face kill the brake

A beat drop and you feel the bass, exhilarating

Sleep on me, I'll slip in your pillowcase

They wanted me to gate the buzz that we generate

And give us as little pay as possible any given day

They want us low down, dirty and shitty shame

Cause if anybody profound go head and give me thanks

[Darrein Safron:]

Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah

Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah

Oh

Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah

Oh

Oh

Yeah they wanna keep us low down

Yeah they wanna keep us low down

Yeah they wanna keep us low down

Yeah they wanna keep us low down

Yeah

Morning Till The Nightfall lyrics - Tech N9ne (feat. Rittz, Krizz Kaliko & Wreckonize)

[Rittz:]

I feel so good

Yeah, let's go

We ain't rockin' no shell toes

Fly Giuseppes, got brimstones on my Velcro

Strapped, lookin' like Michael Jackson walkin'

Don't be mad at me because you let yourself go

My gat too big to let my belt show

(But you got a gold belt on?) Hell no

But these chicks think I'm rich, they be screamin' Rittz when I'm on stage, let me get a Chippendales show

Got real dough, 18 karats on my deed, I see my future clear

Been all around the world here's a souvenir

I'm in Aruba with the coolest scuba gear (you mean scuba gear?)

Yeah homie, dive in, I be in the penthouse in Sydney

Chillin' on the balcony, grillin' out

No more Applebees, eatin' Wafflehouse, or Denny's (what you even havin' for dinner?)

No, I'm so 2017 (right)

Call me Young Johnny, call me Lil' Rittz

Even if I'm broke you could still feel rich

Hundred dollar bills, and the millions, brilliance

Gotta show Brazilians (Rittz keep it real, pimp)

Even when you feel pinned to the ground

Ceilings can be broke through, old school

Gold tooth, shinin' when I'm smiling you can get a little glimpse

I went from strugglin' every day to gettin' dough

People said I'd never make it, I should let it go

I was holdin' my convulsion knowin' I was next to blow

Everybody, every day, and we be fresh from head to toe

From mornin' to the nightfall

From the mornin' to the nightfall (aw, yeah)

Mornin' to the nightfall

I'm higher than a fly ball shinin' like a light bulb

From the mornin'

[Krizz Kaliko (Tech N9ne):]

Am I broke? No

Can I get the paper by the boatload?

Doing him a favor when I'm rockin' out later

Alligator on my shoes and boots

And new suit mean new recruits, ya dig?

('Cause you a pimp?) Well I think I is

I get drunk and I think I is

I like to drink my whiskey in a tall glass with a short straw

They pay me but they short ya'll (Okay)

I boat costa from Costa Rica

Better get the holes open, it's supposed to freak ya

They ain't 'sposed to see ya, they 'sposed to be ya

A chariot on my penis (Whatchu mean by that?)

Rojo, when I chose to be a, never lovin' no hoes, never goin' there

But I'ma shoto, can get everything, I rock a Manolo

But it's a no no, don't take that picture like a photo

(I see you bro)

Then get the pot and go Doe Doe quick

I get O's from the Pogo stick (They think they all so slick)

They call Rittz while we both go pimpin'

Our names on the oval blimpin'

And it's so simple, they bow to us both like temples

Our names are all in they dentals (All ya'll ballin' now, huh?)

But we don't pay no rent and all I know is I went

[Rittz:]

I went from strugglin' every day to gettin' dough

People said I'd never make it, I should let it go

I was holdin' my convulsion knowin' I was next to blow

Everybody, every day, and we be fresh from head to toe

From mornin' to the nightfall

From the mornin' to the nightfall (aw, yeah)

Mornin' to the nightfall

I'm higher than a fly ball shinin' like a light bulb

From the mornin' to the nightfall

[Wrekonize:]

See me workin', I've been waitin' on the high call

Been away from home for so goddamn long but nobody ever tell me that my hyped called

This is the path I've been bustin' my ass to keep on and get loose (word)

Waitin' for moments like this since way back when I was just a youth

Back then it was carnival, with a couple bars you could top it all

Spit shine on the track call me Armor All

And walk off with a life size Barbie doll, I'm like damn

My degree in high school came a couple clicks late

But I never took a break and I never changed pace

Lookin' back I never thought I would be livin' this great

(You mean you rich?) Well not exactly

I mean I'm in a band, I don't mean like Backstreet

I mean we juice it like a bunch a Russian athletes

All full of acne at a fuckin' track meet

You be thinkin' that I made it over night, you may wanna check in on the right call

None of it is oversight, if you don't believe me you just wait until the nightfall

[Rittz:]

I went from strugglin' every day to gettin' dough

People said I'd never make it, I should let it go

I was holdin' my convulsion knowin' I was next to blow

Everybody, every day, and we be fresh from head to toe

From mornin' to the nightfall

From the mornin' to the nightfall (aw, yeah)

Mornin' to the nightfall

I'm higher than a fly ball shinin' like a light bulb

From the mornin' to the nightfall

Take You Down lyrics - Mackenzie Nicole, Ryan Bradley & Stevie Stone

[Mackenzie Nicole:]

You shouldn't take it lightly

When you see me eyeing you

Like I wanna see you lying

Beside me watching every breath

Yeah, you love me to death

It's sad it's what you said

Oh, I know you

So what you wanna do

Knowing fully that I can't waste time

Now before you change your mind

It's mine for the taking

I just wanna take you down

Been so much time in the making

I can feel you giving now

I can feel you

I can feel you

[Ryan Bradley:]

Brushing over your lips

Girl I can't control this

You know it's hard for me to be alone

Everything you said keeps running through my head

No hesitation, don't keep me waiting

Cause you know I'm barely hanging on

Take my love, take all my love until it's gone

[Ryan Bradley (Mackenzie Nicole):]

It's mine for the taking

I just wanna take you down

Been so much time in the making

I can feel you giving now

I can feel you

I can feel you

[Stevie Stone:]

Yeah, one touch, one scent, all it takes to have me convinced

Think about you when I'm not around you

Who would have thought it would have came to this

Cause you mine now, any time now

I'm gonna lie now cause it's making sense

And when I see you smile there's no mistaking this

So what do we do, feed to

Eye to eye you can read through

Sell the world we can breach through

My intentions just to please you

And it's fading now, no wait

Same way for me, navigate

End the line this love statement

This all mine so I got to take it

[Mackenzie Nicole:]

It's mine for the taking

Been so much time in the making

It's mine for the taking

I just wanna take you down

Been so much time in the making

I can feel you giving now

I can feel you

I can feel you

It's mine for the taking

I just wanna take you down

Been so much time in the making

I can feel you giving now

[Ryan Bradley:]

Oh I can feel you

I can feel you

I can feel you

Interview 2 (Skit) lyrics - Tech N9ne

(Dominion...)

Frozen Image had connections with a group from our city called uh Lo-Key who were signed to Jimmy Jam and Terry Lewis. And that's how I got my deal with Jimmy Jam and Terry in 1993. Got released from that in '95, started working with Midwestside Records in '96. That got me a deal with Quincy Jones in '97. Moved to LA that summer, came back to KC in '98. Started doing music with my childhood homies 57 RDV's. Started doing shows with them in our area like LU Homecoming and venturing out to Top City, then Denver and Dallas. Met Trav in '99, started doing Strange Music in 2000. Released Anghellic that year, and it spread like crazy. We started doing hella shows in our city, and surrounding cities

Jesus And A Pill lyrics - Tech N9ne (feat. Prozak & Krizz Kaliko)

[Tech N9ne:]

Trying to search for zen

On this dying Earth we're in

No denying my thirst for skin

With the heat frying, the curse begins

My taste carrier seeks the blood of an angel, how can I mangle?

Make terrier teeth from straight tearing on meat

Yates buried her deep, I don't wanna eye everything, die like the great barrier reef!

It's a bad moon, mad gloom, giving stab wounds

Sucking a soul up like a vacuum

Monkey, apes, and baboons in the classroom

Wanting to be upper class and cash coons, that's doom

Then I woke up, choked up

Glad it was a dream and now I wanna go pick a lotus

But the grass is low cut, no fluff

Wish I could say hocus pocus

With the bees and pollen in focus

So the food we need isn't bogus

Fake feedings, race leading to death

Everybody's race leading great eating's for breath

Dreams based on real spill quick to leave you in a chill

Told my doctor this, he said I need Jesus and a pill

[Tech N9ne & Krizz Kaliko:]

See, it doesn't matter what I want

I think what is done is done

Everything is dead to me

Losing my ability, to be

In touch with reality

Oh, I need Jesus and a pill!

[Krizz Kaliko:]

I wake up to a new day

Then it all comes crumbling down

I don't wanna be here anyway

Oh, here it comes again

[Prozak:]

Taking a journey through the depths of my psychosis

Multiple personalities adamantly ferocious

At first in agony, anger to cope a closed fist

And run a sign of caution if you try to approach bitch

A mental breakdown, suffocating with hate now

No escape for heavensake, there ain't nobody safe now

I'm thinking of killing 'em all, afterlife I'm sending 'em off

Outta line, outta time, so out of my mind and outta control

Tell me why am I thinking these thoughts

Skin burning at the sign of a cross

Somebody help me I think that I'm lost

Edge of insanity I have been tossed

Mayday, got a man down, better pray for safe space now

Stay away or become prey when I rampage and I spray rounds

Pharmaceutical holocaust, A little bit lyrical Molotov

Serial killer like Michael with a knife and the rifle I'm psyched and I'm popping off

So let me say this, you don't wanna say shit

End up another screaming victim on my playlist

[Tech N9ne & Krizz Kaliko:]

See, it doesn't matter what I want

I think what is done is done

Everything is dead to me

Losing my ability to be

In touch with reality

Oh, I need Jesus and a pill!

[Krizz Kaliko:]

How can I be so chewed out

Anything could help me now

I wanna believe you

And if I fall

God helps all

[Tech N9ne & Krizz Kaliko:]

Everything is dead to me

Losing my ability to be

In touch with reality

Oh, I need Jesus and a pill!

Angels In The Playground lyrics - Tech N9ne (feat. Stevie Stone & Krizz Kaliko)

[Stevie Stone:]

Hearing angels in the playground

Took some time to figure out

Gots to be yours

Yeah, I'm talking to you now

Though you're not around

Still be hearing ya, your voice

Time never gave us

No my daddy wasn't famous

Bout a thousand miles between us

Didn't let go until he seen us

It's a bittersweet melody

[?] I'm spreading this legacy

I said it brings out the better me

But I could feel your spirit, I hope it never leaves

I got a home

See sometimes in life I'm walking feeling lonely

I got some answers that I'm seeking you and know it

And I would trade it all if I could get a moment

With you

Angels in the playground

Took some time to figure out

Gots to be yours

Yeah, I'm talking to you now

Though you're not around

Still be hearing ya, your voice

[Tech N9ne:]

Didn't really wanna talk about it cause if people laughed and told me I was crazy it would make me act so violently

Cause when mama chose a cloud to flee

That night I saw the moon smile at me

At first I thought I'm going crazy

Then the smile got bigger and I felt that pretty lady's

(spirit spirit spirit spirit spirit spirit) now it's with me daily

Now I can feel that extra energy when the motion light Comes on inside my closet that don't hinder me

Cause I'm hoping what I'm finna see

Gonna be my mama not the enemy

[Stevie Stone:]

Angels in the playground

Took some time to figure out

Gots to be yours

Yeah, I'm talking to you now

Though you're not around

Still be hearing ya, your voice

[Tech N9ne:]

Energy never dies, it transfers

Can you tell him extra I got mine and I am hers

No longer a damper with God it's no slanders

But I wish I could see her again

Try to peek in heaven for a gander

And tell her thank you

For putting a name to this twisted brain

You always remain true

Now that your pains through

My dreams came true

And yes I blame who?

Her middle name Sue

And the song stopped

And now I look at life another way now

People need each others help to love, no need to stay frown

First I thought my mother's death would cease forever laid down

She's with me for real the globe is now my angel's playground, yeah

[Stevie Stone:]

Angels in the playground

Took some time to figure out

Gots to be yours

Yeah, I'm talking to you now

Though you're not around

Still be hearing ya, your voice

[Krizz Kaliko:]

See, you've given me life

I can't repay you but I

Keep singing praise, I mean

All the way up to you

I wish that I could say what's up to you

I feel a spirit and it must be you

I know that spirits (sprit spirit spirit) must be real (spirit spirit spirit)

See there's no other way to explain what I feel

Interview 3 (Skit) lyrics - Tech N9ne

2001 we did a lot of touring. 2002 we went on the Sprite Liquid Mix Tour with Jay-Z, 3-11, Talib, N.E.R.D., Hoobastank and more. That tour started us even more Technicians that were into more like rock, metal and even more mainstream fans. Then we got voted to go on the Wicked Wonka Tour with I.C.P., Bone Thugs, and K.M.K., by I.C.P.'s fans called Juggalos in 2003. But Juggalos were a hard crowd to crack because we were newcomers to their world. So when we did that first week on that tour, we would hit the stage, and the first three rows of people would have they backs turned to us. We never experienced anything like that, so we was like, "what the fuck?" 'Til our first song hit like, "Stamina, I be damned if I ever be," and we watched slowly, night after night, everybody in those rows started turning around, you know what I'm saying, and partying with us. So after we got them on board, were all the other Technicians. We've been converting fans ever since no matter what they genre. And our goal since day one has been world domination. It's happening

(Strange Music, Dominion, 2017)

Cold Piece Of Work (Preview) lyrics - Tech N9ne

T9X is what they sniffin' when Tech Nina get to spittin'

My position is givin' 'em a hell of an addiction

On these scripts and they be itchin'

Find the good dope that I be dishin' out for the listenin'

That's why I'm constantly cookin' off in the kitchen

Nigga I'm Mr. Molly, when Nina shit hits her body

It takes her and gets her naughty

Fella mixed it with liquor prolly

She'll love you and lick your lolly

Taking me is her hobby

She flipping through my discography, nigga

Then she swallow me, nigga...

The Storm (2016)

 

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

Godspeed lyrics - Tech N9ne

Kingdom!

From this day on

I will never - force - anything good

Down anybody's throat

Now before I start spazzin'

I'm a speak in a language

That the majority

Will understand

Niggas see me shinin'

They know Tech N9nna the best at the rhymin'

Yeah, but they ain't buyin'

Strange Music flyin'

We steady climbin'

I'm still a wanted man

I get a hunnid band

Still I do Summer Jam

Woah!

Tecca N9ne milla'

Kansas City Killa'

Turn up!

Bubblin' up with it because a nigga be gassin'

Enemy know that I'm ready for action

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

I really come and I do it with passion

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

And the vomit induced when the onyx been poop

Regroup and spin this shit

Learnin' this level of linguistics

Lot of you who lose it love lickin' limp bizkits

And I am done

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

Soundin' will as Farrakhan he

Never can raise this bar upon me

I am on par with omni

Kill every thing in sight before the light say habari gani

Longevity, haters don't wan' credit me

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

They on heavily, like it be gone medically

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

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

Here to be 'nouncin' The Don's pedigree

I'm a 'gnac linguist

With' a black penis

I can act meanest

'Cause I'm a rap genius

Keepin' 'em crack fiendish

Praise K.O.D. please

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

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

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

(Godspeed)

Everybody know us

We ain't gotta say it

They know can't nobody hold us

Maybe 'cause the flow screams

Kansas City Killa

Ain't no coming from the shoulder

Strikin' like a cobra

(Kansas City!)

Lightin' up the dough

We gonna blow just like I told ya'

Steady getting mo' green

Killa!

City!

Soldier!

(TURN UP!)

Low IQ listeners they bashin'

Lightweight keeping me flashin'

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

From MMM chopping em up in pieces in a wicked fashion

Not a nigga left, why you triggered then

From the hottest spitta, fought a bigger Tech

How ya figured that

How ya gonna test a hobbler

Shoulda' stayed behind the candlelight bruh

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

About who the best, from my crew the threat

From here to Budapest, this how you shoot the tech

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

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

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

For Pete's sake

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

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

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

This is for the villains

Kansas City livers stackin' paper to the ceilin'

And fuck how they feelin'

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

Make your broad leave

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

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

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

(Godspeed)

Everybody know us

We ain't gotta say it

They know can't nobody hold us

Maybe 'cause the flow screams

Kansas City Killa

Ain't no coming from the shoulder

Strikin' like a cobra

(Kansas City!)

Lightin' up the dough

We gonna blow just like I told ya'

Steady getting mo' green

Killa!

City!

Soldier!

(TURN UP!)

Ooh, Godspeed

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

I kill everything in sight

People hate that the number one is related

To the greatest

Independent favorite

That made it, hella rippin' up stages

And gave it everything in pages

And gainin' real amazing wages

Double eight day with Travis

Integrated now as the latest hits

Fuckin' right nigga!

We came up from the gutter

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

Thanks to Carter and Maudie, N9ne was born!

Now everybody on the globe gonna have their eye on

The Storm!

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

[Stevie Stone:]

Let ye cast no judgement upon thy neighbor

Before the beam of thy own eyes have been cleansed

In the wicked ways of the world

God gives the remission of all of our sins

[Tech N9ne:]

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

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

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

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

Well in peace

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

With the rebel yell, came out of my shell

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

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

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

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

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

Simple and plain like a cheese pizza

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

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

[Stevie Stone:]

Talk about, judgement

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

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

But you got it all wrong

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

Every day they wanna condemn me

None of 'em even know me

Anyone ever that sinned cast the Stone out

I'm stoned, let's talk about it

[Tech N9ne:]

I'm askin'

What's happening?

Boy, cause they bashing me

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

Call em a crazy critic comin' causin catastrophes

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

Ah mane, Amen

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

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

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

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

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

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

So you thinking you religious?

When you condemn another man you never lead us

Telling me what's under me is gonna heat us

Never believe ya cause really you need Jesus

Leave us

[Stevie Stone:]

Talk about, judgement

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

And you read mesee me easy to be shunned away

But you got it all wrong

Let's talk about it

[JL of B. Hood:]

Mama never really talked about God

All that I was ever taught was I'm odd

Heard he knew bout every thought that I had

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

Lost without dad, salty bout that

But I was captivated by the bosses outside

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

Ask round why every man goes

Bad habits to pass down like second hand clothes, mad

Salvage a blouse, gown, and manicured toes

Had half of us ground bound for hell and lord knows

Need a savior they say slayed for your behavior

Raised in three days, grace be what he gave ya

The Son of the maker, one to gravitate to

Pay 10 percent cause sins ya didn't pay for

Bow to a name insane fast, he told the

Vows to a dame, the tame Casanova

Wow did it change and came crashing, poser

Doused in the flames and bang chapter closure

Spiritually drained, crass and vulgar

Needed somewhere to go until rain passes over

Seeking a miracle from a stained-glass Jehovah

But I don't know if the ordain pastor sober

Dang in disdain prayed in vain

Care slain yo, explain do anything

Lay hands, but role playing, you entertain

Doubt, pain, processin' grow in the brain

It's confusing, now my fans out protruding

Rebuking, from mouths full of communion

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

The Storm formed, now find refuge in...

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

(Jesus)

Yeah, yeah, hell yeah

Yeah, yeah, hell yeah

Yeah, yeah, hell yeah

Yeah, yeah, hell

[Tech N9ne:]

Froze over, when you thought you could hold Yoda

With flows older than the first sold cold soda

Grow more for my bros those rojo soldiers

Them cincos are at it again, blow doja

I am like Iron Mike, back in the day

My rhyming's iron height, defiant flight

Try and bite, like a razor in a candy apple

A taser in a jammy, tackled

By a neighbor with the family shackles

Laboring a man he's gaffled

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

I was brought up Muslim and Christian

I been studying Chrislam (chea!)

That's not a thing so I place this John

In your chicks palm

Give her something beautiful to kiss on

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

I've been rhyming since Reagan in politics

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

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

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

They say I'm the best at what I do

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

Sometime I think they all gum bumpin'

So I tell them all to put that on somethin'

Sriracha, I put that on everything

Sriracha, I put that on everything

Sriracha, I put that on everything

Sriracha, I put that on everything

[Logic:]

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

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

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

Wish you would tell me what I should do

I don't know, hit the door

Uh, yeah, feel like I been here before

Maybe I have but I can't fuck with it

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

Speaking on lyrical ability

Everyone in my vicinity blowing they mind like Kennedy

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

I'm like what's good, been fine

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

My message is beyond this shit

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

So what's up, hold up

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

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

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

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

I ain't focused on no wealth

I been living good, I been feeling fine

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

Busting like Columbine combined with a terrorist's mind

That's been confined in four walls for some time

[Tech N9ne:]

They say I'm the best at what I do

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

Sometime I think they all gum bumpin'

So I tell them all to put that on somethin'

Sriracha, I put that on everything

Sriracha, I put that on everything

Sriracha, I put that on everything

Sriracha, I put that on everything

[Tech N9ne & Joyner Lucas:]

Sriracha, the flavor popper

We gotcha, even haters jock us

These choppers invade the knockers then blocker

Disintegrating every chakra eager to off ya

You can bet that we doin' it proper

When I put the bullets in a fully with a hoodie

Ain't nobody gonna stop us

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

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

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

And even though I could see what they watchin'

TV with a DVD, I can repeat

When I see these street shockin'

Easy, if it need be then I just eat beats

And I'm Eazy-E, Compton

I eat meat like I'm EBT shopping

Credit Card Max, bend the bars back

Fuck your hoe, get brain and all that

Run in your house and bring your whore back

Sever your face and dead the doormat

Who got the keys to the rented Corvette

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

I been a nice chap since Catman on crack

Fuck that, I been nice way before that

Can't ignore that, you can try though

But you gon' end up next to Dido

I'm that pen that wrote the Bible

I'm on your skin like vitiligo

Sing for the moment, I hit the high note

Someone please let Elton John know

Tell the lieutenant I'm Hect Camacho

With a Catholic priest and the Pentecostal

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Joyner

[Tech N9ne:]

They say I'm the best at what I do

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

Sometime I think they all gum bumpin'

So I tell them all to put that on somethin'

Sriracha, I put that on everything

Sriracha, I put that on everything

Sriracha, I put that on everything

Sriracha, I put that on everything

Wifi (Skit) lyrics - Tech N9ne

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

Wifi (WeeFee) lyrics - Tech N9ne

Yeah [laughter]

Go right up

Connect, ain't nobody but Tech

I been dope since I put raps on BASF cassette

Since then my pen been at war like Montagues and Capulets

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

To get permanent power polluted, paper protruded

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

Get us then we drills em

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

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

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

Teams where I wings fly people I never seen cry

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

Salam [?]

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

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

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

WeeFee, WeeFee, WeeFee

I can put you on

WeeFee, WeeFee, WeeFee

With my push alone

WeeFee, WeeFee, WeeFee

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

WeeFee

People need me, I'm the WeeFee

I get them on movies and TV

Connecting Scooby and Stevie

Straight from Missouri to Fiji

Trying to intrigue me ain't easy

Unless you bringing them bad beasies in three-bies

We be having them louder than 194 dB

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

When they freaking out I'm Jim Morrison

But I go without hair Billy Corgan

Releasing a lot more of them endorphins

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

Cause we kill, everything so be still

When we move in, not a cheap thrill

When the beat feels like E pills

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

Then again Tech Nina keep mills

So I know I'm a get me a refill

Tech is highly respected

Been with a few major labels and left it

I rated my records intrepid

Since they didn't rep it then F it

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

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

Cause I'm the WeeFee

WeeFee, WeeFee, WeeFee

I can put you on

WeeFee, WeeFee, WeeFee

With my push alone

WeeFee, WeeFee, WeeFee

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

WeeFee

If you with me but hating me

Disconnect from me, get away from me

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

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

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

Nigga shout a crime from me they sniffing them powder lines

I'm the righteous

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

Play me like I'm not the nicest

No WeeFee leave you lifeless

Taking a knife to fight with ISIS, I like it

When they spite they get vices

When they hit that pipe think they're psychic

Wanna figure my mic and try to slice it

But they do fizzle when they hear SuWu whistles

Disrespect me true this will happen and they lose signal

This was long awaited

Strange is how all the fakes were created

They think they made it, forgot about me and skated

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

They downgraded they hate it cause their signal is faded

Cause I'm the WeeFee, nigga

WeeFee, WeeFee, WeeFee

I can put you on

WeeFee, WeeFee, WeeFee

With my push alone

WeeFee, WeeFee, WeeFee

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

WeeFee

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

Okay

[Bizzy:]

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

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

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

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

Er'body but me

Er'body but me

Er'body but me

Finna go up

Er'body but me say fuck er'body

Okay

[Tech N9ne:]

K-C-M-O

Born and raised if you ain't get the memo

Slippin' in my city is a N-O

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

Cause they said they serving more jaw then Jay Leno

What they seein' walk through the doors, winners

Haters muggin' us because they hoes, grinners

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

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

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

When it's playing she saying this my shit

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

Offer true paid dues, I'm not selfish

But you may lose, if I could help it

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

[Bizzy:]

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

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

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

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

Er'body but me

Er'body but me

Er'body but me

Finna go up

Er'body but me

Er'body but me

Bout to go up

Er'body but me

Er'body but me

Finna go up

Er'body but me

Say fuck er'body

Okay

[Tech N9ne:]

We drinkin'

Why you wonder why your woman winkin'

Trip with us you're headed for extinction

We just bringing brinks into buy the bucket everybody drinkin'

People looking salty must be smokin' Jesse Pinkman

Er'body, but me

Lookin' broke and, dusty

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

I'm gonna shine never, rusty

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

She wanna get close to touch a strange jam

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

Ah ye-ye-ye-ye-ye

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

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

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

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

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

[Bizzy:]

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

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

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

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

Er'body but me

Er'body but me

Er'body but me

Finna go up

Er'body but me

Er'body but me

Bout to go up

Er'body but me

Er'body but me

Finna go up

Er'body but me

Say fuck er'body

Okay

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

[Tech N9ne:]

I'm just tryna try

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

Laughing while we, ridin' and high

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

Yeah, they call us nook nook crooks

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

Yeah, you think I make rooks book?

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

[Darrein Safron:]

Starting from nothing, I did it

Y'all mad cause you didn't

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

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

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

Uh, yeah, put that on your head

People thought we was recording 'cause the dot shot red

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

I rap slow so you understand what the fuck I said

But...

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

I'm keepin' my side

Open ya third eye

They thinking you're blind

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

Homies' strapped, and ready to ride

Feeling like Biggie, I'm Ready To Die

So get off me

Bitch get off me

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

So get off me

Bitch get off me

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

[Tech N9ne:]

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

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

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

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

I'm for real

Do I kill her, certainly so

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

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

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

Ya heard it?!

(I heard it!)

Let's give it up for the KC King

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

Hit 'em with a peanut butter, bake these schemes

Look at the Nina

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

Rippin' and packin' the reamers

Thinkin' he better that he beat the dream up

[Darrein Safron:]

So get off me

Bitch get off me

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

So get off me

Bitch get off me

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

[Problem:]

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

Talk like a asshole, baby girl eat shit

Chach on this thief shit

Dog off the leash shit

Get yo BMF

Yeah I'm on that leach shit (What)

Money everywhere, nigga disrespect mine and we gunnin' everywhere

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

Cracked my enemy's girl then I fucked her everywhere

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

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

Fuck that mad doggin got a shot for every stare

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

[Darrein Safron:]

So get off me

Bitch get off me

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

So get off me

Bitch get off me

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

Clown Town!

Clown Town!

[Screaming]

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

Industry does not, feel you

I'm sick of this shit

Blind bitches wish

N9ne's wickedness always

Motherfuckin' killer B

There's about to become a distillery

The majority don't really feel a G

With the paint and a dark soliloquy

Music, they said killed the fee

Me, Krizz, and Makzilla free

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

Fuck them straight with agility

They callin' me crazy

Don't wanna play me

So I make the music that will target they babies

And open 'em up to wicked shit

They wanna know how hip is this

This never been no hipster shit

So the fakers see me and diss the 'fit

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

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

Steady tryin' to get 'em all to feel it

But I learned you can't please everybody

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

I don't give a flyin', dyin'

Spy inside of al-Qaeda, they lyin'

When tryin' to diss Tech N9ne

And when they all shall buy us

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

Only time they wanna look like me is Halloween motherfucker

I realize I'm not inviting

You ain't with it

Sit it down

I'm a vicious

Wicked clown

And I'm livid when the critics give us frowns

Trippin' with this nigga's sound

Yup, I get it now

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

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

I get it now

I guess I got the wrong pants on

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

I get it now

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

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

Stick the masks, wrap it off in the casket

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

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

They don't get it when I gas it

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

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

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

I get it that I'm wicked

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

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

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

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

Track shoes, gold teeth, and covered in tattoos

Yak, booze, reeking and chiefing the sack through

Speakin' about reaching them hardened hat screws

Jack move

Yes I've become a big boss

But I'll never be cool as Rick Ross

That's okay, N9ne's been rhyming

And now he's shining

Perfect timing

You ain't with it

Sit it down

I'm a vicious

Wicked clown

And I'm livid when the critics give us frowns

Trippin' with this nigga's sound

Yup, I get it now

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

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

I get it now

I guess I got the wrong pants on

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

I get it now

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

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

[Woman Speaking in Reverse:]

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

If this thing does not kill you

Grind back to back tracks

Find racks on racks

N9ne's stacking that all day

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

[Kate Rose:]

Gimme some of that good stuff I need so much

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

I don't need anything else

I'm just gonna use it for myself

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

Soon I'll be flying, oh so high

[Tech N9ne:]

All my life whenever I got into a relationship

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

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

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

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

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

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

Why do you make it so hard to admit

Player would never show his hand

I become something they can't stand

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

Get they bags and they bounce

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

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

I hear the words you speak about her when you dream

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

Guess you got me

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

[Kate Rose:]

Gimme some of that good stuff I need so much

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

I don't need anything else

I'm just gonna use it for myself

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

Soon I'll be flying, oh so high

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

Her blood is coursing through my veins

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

[Tech N9ne:]

Don't get in the game

If there's a feeling you can't hang

Women tell me that I should be loyal to one dame

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

I remain, how we start out the same

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

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

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

I can see you love her to the moon

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

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

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

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

But your many will soon be none with you

So what you gonna do?

Its only one and without it I might lose it

I cannot keep a woman cause time with my music

[Kate Rose:]

Gimme some of that good stuff I need so much

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

I don't need anything else

I'm just gonna use it for myself

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

Soon I'll be flying, oh so high

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

Her blood is coursing through my veins

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

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

Calm, calm

Turning, turning, turning, turning...

[Tech N9ne:]

Alright

I don't wanna do this anymore, stop

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

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

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

I am doing what the sick does

Takin anything to get buzzed

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

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

Took the gentleman and put him underground like in Dig Dug

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

Repetition kept us glitchin', your folks bore me

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

[Jonathan Davis:]

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

Turning in me? NO!

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

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

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

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

[Tech N9ne:]

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

Stupid women I blame so goodbye sane Imma fry my brain

Drugs Imma try aim to deny shame and defy thy rain

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

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

Turning me into to the portion of idenitity

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

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

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

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

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

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

[Jonathan Davis:]

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

Turning in me? NO!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

No!

Wait for it, wait for it!

Driving me crazy when you lie to me baby

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

Driving me crazy when you lie to me baby

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

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

Poisoning the well

Y'all gon' hear me, oh yeah

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

So drink it up with no filter

I give you my drummer

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

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

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

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

Sincerely

Man I love this music thing severely

But it seems some don't wanna feel me clearly

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

So I had to work up to not giving a fuck

But the people thought I was evil

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

But turn and tell a killa that he must kick rocks

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

Me popping will be they D-day

'Cause they can't say the shit he say

Everyone don't have a tongue like a gun

They not trying to be running no relay

Sat in hell for a whole 'lot of years

Bread and tales I got a whole lot of cheers

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

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

They claiming a nation with brain innovation

Surrounding everyone with Strange integration

Poisoning the well

Y'all gon' hear me, oh yeah

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

So drink it up with no filter

I give you my drummer

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

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

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

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

Something strange in the agua

When everybody sound like blah-blah

Put the KOD in the pot and he nod

But the God no more rides well Tecca Nina saga

Someway the killa is getting twisted into the mainstream

Gangrene sick of hits again

I can flip from the rip come and sip the sin

That's my dirty water worser than Flint, Michigan

They don't wanna see my progress

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

Over the years I showed 'em with my I guest

To a handsome mansion and from the projects

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

Always gonna change the game grinder

Poison the well

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

I'ma joy when inhaled

I'm the reason why everybody cheesin'

I got 'em even making noise in the jail

If everybody had to do what I do

They'd have flows coming out the wazoo

And let the god spew

Alaikumsalam warahmatullahi wabarakatuh

Poisoning the well

Y'all gon' hear me, oh yeah

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

So drink it up with no filter

I give you my drummer

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

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

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

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

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

[Tech N9ne:]

Started with the blow and went to flows

Listen to me tell my gutter story and it goes

When I was 19

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

The furniture and

All of her clothes quite clean

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

She put me on

And my witness Simone

Stay remarkably grown

That's why my pockets be long

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

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

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

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

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

Buss serves

Now I, buss words

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

We had the spot though until it really got hot so

Escape I did like El Chapo

But nuevas still get faded, vato

[Young Devi D & Tech N9ne:]

I pull up, pull up

Bussin serves

I pull up, pull up

Bussin serves

(Young nigga chasing it back)

I pull up bussin serves

Young nigga pull up, pull up

Bussin serves, commas

Either way I'm a be stacking it

On my, mama

Making my milli from rapping it or

Bussin serves, commas

Either way I'm a be stacking it

On my, mama

Making my milli from rapping it or

Bussin serves

[Big Scoob:]

On my mama nigga

Pull up, I'm bussin serves

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

Prolly find me somewhere rhyming man this flow's absurd

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

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

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

Necked it to a vato

Hefe head honcho

El Chapo with the hot flows

Still logged in with the block though

Hit a thang and make the knot grow

Push a nigga push it all bro

Pussy pills to that Pablo

In dark or night nigga I glow

Old nigga with the bag bro

Silly nigga with the mag though

Be careful what he bust his ass for

I'm airing out one of you assholes

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

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

Out here hungry chasing food

All in, refuse to lose

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

[Young Devi D & Tech N9ne:]

I pull up, pull up

Bussin serves

I pull up, pull up

Bussin serves

(Young nigga chasing it back)

I pull up bussin serves

Young nigga pull up, pull up

Bussin serves, commas

Either way I'm a be stacking it

On my, mama

Making my milli from rapping it or

Bussin serves, commas

Either way I'm a be stacking it

On my, mama

Making my milli from rapping it or

Bussin serves

[Young Devi D:]

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

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

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

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

I pull up bussin serves nigga all at the trailer parks

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

Damn that nigga street smart, reflex razor sharp

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

Smash through the sheet, like the fucking Transporter

I got film of your bitch, on my camcorder

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

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

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

I tried to down that sucker but I paralyzed his cousin

Oops fuck it, oops fuck it

That come with the pop-off

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

[Young Devi D & Tech N9ne:]

I pull up, pull up

Bussin serves

I pull up, pull up

Bussin serves

(Young nigga chasing it back)

I pull up bussin serves

Young nigga pull up, pull up

Bussin serves, commas

Either way I'm a be stacking it

On my, mama

Making my milli from rapping it or

Bussin serves, commas

Either way I'm a be stacking it

On my, mama

Making my milli from rapping it or

Bussin serves

No Runnin To Ya Mama lyrics - Tech N9ne

Yeah, you must be throw'd

You gon' make them thangs come up out that load

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

Yeah, we know

Hurts now, purps found cause a nigga squirt rounds

Acting like ya wore a purse on turf grounds

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

Now look at'cha

Loud mouth we found a round to match ya

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

Cause you frowned at the hounds and you found disaster

He talking hella shady

How I get it on the daily

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

Your homie was a movie

So we dot him with the tooly

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

They hot around the collar

Cause I got a lot of shotters

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

So be careful when you saucing

You could end up in the coffin

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

If you get my killers heated

You'll be curled up like a fetus

All them words, you're gonna eat it

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

So I think you better comma

Or get lit up with the llama

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

No running to yo mama

When you caught up in the drama

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

No running to yo mama

When you caught up in the drama

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

We the boss players

In this, industry and not SEGA

Nigga we are stop haters

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

If you tripping, y'all nuts

Cause we sick and all bust

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

We coming from the ghetto

And we keep the heavy metal

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

Cause they didn't really want it

They was only in the moment

Hella talking, never on it

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

He bit the hand that fed him

Run you over if you let him

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

Cause we be getting money

And he be looking bummy

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

Muh'fucking dummy

I know you can't stand me

But you know that we go hammy

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

We in every nook and cranny

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

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

No running to yo mama

When you caught up in the drama

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

No running to yo mama

When you caught up in the drama

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

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

[Boyz II Men & Krizz Kaliko:]

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

Inhale it, baby

Bud-dha

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

Bud-dha

I'm so high (so high)

[Tech N9ne:]

I ain't talking about no meditation, just medication

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

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

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

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

KC good with that, we hit the sack

That don't mean sleeping the [?]

Talking 'bout kief in the pack

Or having the heavenly hellish heap of the hashish

Then attract [?]

Weed cheesing 'cause we in the act

With a couple of beautiful b-zies spin a rack

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

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

It's a pot of gold and you gotta know

I'm gonna score them pesos, champ

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

And they so can't

Puffing on Buddha, that's my numb your hoe

And dick your chick

Bu, dah

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

Bu, dah

I'm so high (so high)

Bu, dah

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

Bu, dah

I'm so high (so high)

I ain't talking about no meditation, just medication

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

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

She chipping and chopping like she's a shogun

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

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

To run to the kitchen with a cottonmouth mission

Got a hazy condition this lady's position

Was pay me for the spliff and then maybe submission

Too high to try and turn crazy on

The way she came off it was shady, wrong

I got many people that gave me zongs

Told that Bianca "away, begone"

Leave us, we keep bud and nobody gotta see her

Coming cheaper than a Totino's pizza

That sound good when I'm puffing on the reefer

After working, I be choking in my leisure

Something about it make the Nina wanna please a, diva

Looking for something to come and ease ya

You can bet on the killer cannabis sativa

Buddha

Bu, dah

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

Bu, dah

I'm so high (so high)

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

Pass it among us, dab if you wanna

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

Yeah you know my Buddha stash keep me feeling good

Bu, dah

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

Bu, dah

I'm so high (so high)

Bu, dah

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

Bu, dah

I'm so high (so high)

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

You motherfuckers keep talking about gun control

First of all I'm tired of being controled

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

You better get your motherfucking weapon

Cuz motherfucker I got mine

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

So motherfucker get prepared

Cuz it's 'bout that time to prove it

We're trapped off in these fucked up gutters

Everyday preparing for war

So motherfucker get ready for it

It's about that time to even the score

[Tech N9ne:]

We on, if you ever test us we swarm

So the devilish best be warned

Reform these Don peons

Who keep a lot of artillery

They take all of the hate, apply it to race

Then innocents get a taste

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

We stock up, to be with the free locked up

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

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

How many people gonna fall from this evil?

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

But the weapons charges violent fecal

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

[Gary Clark Jr.:]

Just because we're carrying guns

Don't mean we wanna use them

People abusing, carry on losing

Look at (you!) cuz they all shooting

Uhh, hey, yeah everybody shooting

And you should be scared of us

Ah, scared of us

Cuz we're out of control

We ain't got no gun control

[Krizz Kaliko:]

Feeling nervous got a little trouble on my mind

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

Not damn thing doing

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

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

Thanks for yanking the breaks off a gangster hate officers

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

I see Trump's got a lot of votes

America is a silent bow

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

If it's coming my way after trunk

Cuz the trumpers get carried away

And I'm thumpin' my thumper

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

[Gary Clark Jr.:]

Just because we're carrying guns

Don't mean we wanna use them

People abusing, carry on losing

Look at (you!) cuz they all shooting

Uhh, hey, yeah everybody shooting

And you should be scared of us

Ah, scared of us

Cuz we're out of control

We ain't got no gun control

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

[Tech N9ne:]

Free your mind, and remember

Winners are not people who never fail

But people who never quit

All I ever wanted was to sell

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

Rap to me, it was the holy grail

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

Yeah, but first I gotta make it out of hell

Wake up and I see crime

All of us we on it's eat time

My homies love me yelling "Peace N9ne"

At the same time, throwing B signs

Throwing em back and repping the street, I'm

Doing music and writing beast rhymes

But my V-Slimes, had no weak minds

Got with the music, started a group and we shine

Music gave us hella hope

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

We were stronger than a bottle of Yoke

Till one of our members found a kid to grope

Then your honor gave the peddy the rope

Losing a man, the band began to slope

Never did think a plan was damned to croak

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

Started making hella LP's

2000, although with five, felt free

Because of the hand the label dealt me

But in '06 Fontana helped us melt cheese

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

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

In a couple of months I'm done and replenished

Everywhere I go, I'm selling out the show

Around the world I kill em and everybody know

Whenever we hit the studio and Tecca Nina drop, hot

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

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

Chances of me getting shot, not

Everyone loving the Tech

Publishin', I get a check

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

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

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

Feeling good like a villain should

In a mansion, but I'm still in hoods

Not like Trayvon, J's on

Khaki shorts with a red tee like I will and could

I can conceal it my permits say

If evil happens to swerve this way

Hope nobody deserves quick spray

I feel an angelic surge this day

They feeling my songs

Been doing it long

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

Cos I'm in the zone

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

Why they tripping?

I fit the description

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Fears what I see, making em kill a G

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

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

What if it was me?

[Krizz Kaliko:]

What if it was me

What if I never got the one chance to be

Everything and everywhere I go, I wouldn't see

If by your hand you took that from me

But what if it were me?

Laying right there

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

My babies cry out

You never cared

Things that we do make each other so scared

So what if it was you there?

(Should I just) Take your life

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

The scent of you still on her

Spirit she feels on her

The whole world weeps

Blood we all spill on her

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

How should I feel when the man follows?

The words you said saved me, he crazy

And you saved my life, take my life

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

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

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

[Tech N9ne:]

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

Anywhere lyrics - Tech N9ne (feat. Marsha Ambrosius)

[Marsha Ambrosius:]

Anywhere but here

I'd rather rather be anywhere anywhere

Anywhere but here

[Tech N9ne:]

Question

Anybody ever feel

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

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

And everyone of them wanna cheat and steal

Time for me to have no chill

Come and get ya meals and they really will with zeal

All is needy, y'all is greedy

I'm falling freely

This gonna be scogging me, we brawling easy

Had a lawman seize me

Get the hell on stay

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

Loved ones exude hella rude when it used to be smooth

Like the face of Janelle Monae

She's got the glee stopped

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

Fatigue I wanna leave then my knee dropped

When I breathe not cause she needs guap

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

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

Exactly people are feeding they call me nasty at me

[Marsha Ambrosius:]

Sometimes I just wanna fly away

Sometimes I just wanna leave the sky

[Tech N9ne:]

Listen

They don't love you no more

They discover your flow

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

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

Give my all in my sessions

I never thought that I would fall in regression

The music business now we call it recession

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

I feel it when I ought to be top of these

Where the hip hopper be and The Rock put me

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

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

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

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

But with Tech it's been deficits

Wanna fly away like a Pegasus

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

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

[Marsha Ambrosius:]

I'd rather be anywhere anywhere

Anywhere but here

I'd rather be anywhere anywhere

Anywhere but here

Sometimes I just wanna fly away

Sometimes I just wanna leave the sky

I'd rather be anywhere anywhere

Anywhere but here

I'd rather be anywhere anywhere

Anywhere but here

Sometimes I just wanna fly away

Sometimes I just wanna leave the sky

[Tech N9ne:]

I'm sure to be

At this rate, a nigga that fades into obscurity

I can't take being treated like an amateur

This is impure to me

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

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

Dear god, make me a bird so I can fly

Far far, far away from here

Dear god, make me a bird so I can fly

Far far, far away from here