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The name of this motherfucker is called Questions (ha)
Rough Draft (ha ha, tell em)
QDIII did the beat (all day all night)
Whassup to everybody out there in L.A.
What’s really goin on?
Why do I do the things I do?
Why so many questions?
What am I doing?
I talk to myself… when there’s no-one to talk to
I wanna ask me a question:
When am I gonna make it up out of a hellish and devilish way?
When are you gonna make mill-ions with the dividends;
when are you gonna make ends generate wait?
Who in the hell, left the gate open? Do you wanna sell?
Is everybody on wavelength like us?
Why do I rip it in half, doobie kick ass with backwards
attach isssh like ?hap ut eallavik?
Can you wait a minute? Can you slow it up a little bit
Nina so I can get up in it?
But did you really wanna dabble in fanatical supernatural
lyrically radical milli minutes, I’m about to begin it
Can I get some, can I spit some, which one?
When am I gonna get off this trip?
Can I take another peel, why do I feel
like I’m a sick individual in the room, poppin off at the lip?
Do you, feel me? Do you do voodoo really?
Did you get it? Did you want a real epidemic?
Will you let me run up in it?
What’s the word; is it absurd? What is that isssh you heard?
Was it real, is it real, was it really real?
Tech9ne in it to win it besides QDThird occurred
Who’s the worst, who’s rastafari?
You never livin never sure it’s Selassie I the First
brother on the planet Earth, who? Do you wanna flow;
what you wanna do?
How can I be in the zone like this, gone like this?
How can I break the obsession?
In the middle of it all, when I snap back, step back
and ask myself; what, why do you ask so many questions?
Why?
Do I wanna stick em with another hit up out of abyss?
Why?
I’m at the pinnacle when I rip it I’ma kill em in this
Do you understand.. whatcha gonna do when Nina hit you
with the critical homidical lyrical killer flippin
leavin you with boo-boo underpants?
How does it feel? Do you wanna come up and chill - with an assassin?
Can you feel it inside, what?
The feeling of a commotion of two titans clashing
Why me, who are you, what I am supposed to do - what a nigga here fo’?
Who do you fear mo’? Is it the Nine, with a brand new joint?
Like to hear it, here go
What are you lookin at, when am I gonna get a dose of thorazine?
Can you give me a little something to ease the pain?
Ease the man, who’s the man?
Tech-a-Nina with the Road Dawgs and the Midwest Side Crew’s to blame
Can I get a little back with attack issh?
What do you accomplish, ever can’t you diss, diss
pitless bottom of a, and you toss out nigga ass, bade mish
Hate a playa percenter a-hundred that is
Side West, Mid, down ever who off, what?
Hack it, did you know Tech9ne hot like a dragon?
Did you feel it baby? Can you give me a double dose
of whatever the feeling I’m gettin is really pain
It’s Kobain, for anybody want a piece of this, sickness
Is it a cinch to get with hot?
Who, when, where what why?
I’m at the pinnacle with a killer eye, do I wanna
die no I just wanna dose of the most inner syringe
up in my thigh, bonzai!!
Why?
Do I wanna stick em with another hit up out of abyss?
Why?
I’m at the pinnacle when I rip it I’ma kill em in this
Why?
Do I wanna stick em with another hit up out of abyss?
Why?
I’m at the pinnacle when I rip it I’ma kill em in this
Why?
Do I wanna stick em with another hit up out of abyss?
Why?
I’m at the pinnacle when I rip it I’ma kill em in this
Why?
Do I wanna stick em with another hit up out of abyss?
Why?
I’m at the pinnacle when I rip it I’ma kill em in this
Now do you know what the real is?
Does everybody think I’m twisted? Non-realistic
or do you think that I’m gifted, I’ma lifted
Can you help me? Am I lookin at you
can I be peepin you from afar, please, remain calm
Could you be the reason I’m a bomb
straight out of Vietnam, ready to explode on Sa-tan?
Tell me what the problem is, I’m a’ight what the bottom is
Do you know what a empty column is?
Am I your worst nightmare? I feel sick right there
Should I blow it out, can I do without, do I need help?
Am I living within a pen of demons?
I’m stressing, can I get a blessing (from who?)
The one who cursed me with all these Questions
Why?
Do I wanna stick em with another hit up out of abyss?
Why?
I’m at the pinnacle when I rip it I’ma kill em in this
Why?
Do I wanna stick em with another hit up out of abyss?
Why?
I’m at the pinnacle when I rip it I’ma kill em in this
Why?
Do I wanna stick em with another hit up out of abyss?
Why?
I’m at the pinnacle when I rip it I’ma kill em in this
Why?
Do I wanna stick em with another hit up out of abyss?
Why?
I’m at the pinnacle when I rip it I’ma kill em in this
[speaking]
Hey man uh, i can’t man i gotta i gotta i gotta
Do that over or something man
I gotta do that over brother
Hey qd3 kick the temp on the sign nigga
That shit ain’t in tune man
I gotta i gotta do that again
I gotta do that shit, hold on a sec
Why?
Do I wanna stick em with another hit up out of abyss?
Why?
I’m at the pinnacle when I rip it I’ma kill em in this
Why?
Do I wanna stick em with another hit up out of abyss?
Why?
I’m at the pinnacle when I rip it I’ma kill em in this (whyyyy)
Why [8 times]
[Big Krizz Kaliko]
She told me to hit it and split it and get up off her
(Ease back) just a little softer
I’m the one that be drivin them crazy, Out of their brains
So give me a peak of your areola out of your Hanes
Cause she got thighs on her, Look at the size on her
Big ol’ shake like she need fries on her
Wanna see ya in ya boustia (Swoop ya)
See ya in a group and say, ‘Hey!’
Areola, Stick ‘em out
Don’t know what I’m talkin ’bout
That circle around the skittle
In the middle you put in your mouth
But I love ya, baby (Hell naw!)
Titties, If they big or small
That’s what I’m talkin ’bout
Now turn around and pull them out your bra
[Chorus]
Oooh (Areola!), Oooh (Areola!), Oooh (Areola!)
That shirt came off and showed a…
Oooh (Areola!), Oooh (Areola!), Oooh (Areola!)
That shirt came off, That bra came off that… Oooh
[Kutt Calhoun]
Seen her lookin prettier than Vogue
Tooken over by an unadulterated player
Way to get up in the middle
Till I pan up at them jugs
Now I’m thinkin about the little bitty circles
Decorated all around the nipple
With that badonk, It come with those tig ol’ big o’s
You see your firm breasticles
I got a big ol’ buddy inside of my skimmies, You need
Just thought that I would let you know
So if you want to
I can give you what you need
Just as long as you let me
Suck and touch on those titties, baby
I think that I am in love
With what’s with on these features
816, M-I-D-Dub
F-Y-I in the future
[Chorus]
Oooh (Areola!), Oooh (Areola!), Oooh (Areola!)
That shirt came off and showed a…
Oooh (Areola!), Oooh (Areola!), Oooh (Areola!)
That shirt came off, That bra came off that… Oooh
[Tech N9ne]
Baby girl, I wanna see with the top off
Take the Vickie shit off
You know it popped off her
Now I know she ready to get it knocked off
Kissed the areola and she said that It’s gon’ cost ya
I aint givin up the money, You know it
I’m a certified playa and I’m sumthin like a pimp
Ask ya mama,
She could tell ya that Tecca N9na’s a bonafide layer
Get ya walkin with a limp
And you know it got tore owa-owa up
Tecca N9na hit and it swole owa-owa up
Never owa dove for the owa-owa butt
Owa Yo, Don’t you know I’m a owa-owa nut?
I made a song about your areola
Go on and let ya bra fall right off ya shoulders
If you aint got no titties, baby
You better hold up
(What is an areola?)
[Makzilla]
It’s the area around the nipple
Ya boy Makzilla made this official
Boy don’t trip, Don’t pull your pistol
Know what I’m sayin? Uh huh
(Huh?)
[Chorus]
Oooh (Areola!), Oooh (Areola!), Oooh (Areola!)
That shirt came off and showed a…
Oooh (Areola!), Oooh (Areola!), Oooh (Areola!)
That shirt came off, That bra came off that… Oooh
[Outro]
Yeah, 816 Boys
Grammy award winners
Come on, Come on
Go on, Pop out them areola’s [8X]
[Verse 1]
I got my face painted, crazed aint it
That a black dude lookin like he got a white tattoo
People thinkin that he way tainted…by evil
Treat you like fecal wanna beef you when they meet you
People perceive you to be lethal when you aint see through like tissue
I feel like the industry givin me vivid stupidity
When they distribute these fictitious sissys
When I rip it so serious and wickedly…No forgiving thee
When I claim the strange everybody tellin me I’m insane with bane
I’m an independent, talented individual,
But workin with the industry is a reindeer game
And they call me rudolph the red
They know I don’t rip off the mic but I chew off the head
Spit it at the PDs and DJs and VJs who be gay
you fakin, you get threw off a ledge
If you tough we snuffing, Homie trust me nothing
Is worse than knowing your beautiful but get treated like an ugly ducking
So I’m Rocky Dennis, but I’m so polished nothing can stop me in this
Bad in the brain and the good is not replenished
The fakers who imitate me and mock me, finished
We check the mill, yes its real
Through Strange I dont need ya major label record deal
[Chorus]
Thats real people act a different way with me
I feel that nobody wanna play with me
Thats ill cuz they treat me like a stain on they clothes
The industry and my foes
They treat me like I got a Red Nose Red Nose Red Nose
They put me down and treat me like I got a Red Nose Red Nose Red Nose
Dont make me clown and have to go put on my Red Nose
[Verse 2]
They tend stray away from me because I’m different
And its been this way with me ever since I was an infant
Other kids were jealous, they say the look off in my eyes seen hellish
Never knowing later in life I would relish,
The thought of me ballin living my life and sell it
I blame it on program directors, go and request us no damn selector
But if you got a lot of dough man they bless ya, sure can depress ya
When you knowing that there aint nobody better mayne
Stuck off in the cold when the bad weather came
Now they gotta see me livin it up and cheddar gain
Coming from forever pain till it never rains
So I throw up the finger, to everybody who got a tore up demeanor
Thinkin that Tecca Nina was sho nuf a dreamer
But the flow is so heavy that it could show up Katrina
Now its time to take it, and you all must face it
Tech Nina is sacred, all you hating fagets couldnt see me with lasik
Red Nose, the leader so follow, you gotta get ready to get up and go is the motto
Made it through everything negative, bravo
The money thats coming to me feel like I won the lotto
Now I’m bout to put the slay on auto
Swoop down on the djs tell em all to quit the replays
Make em put Tecca Nina in the Sorado
[Chorus]
Thats real people act a different way with me
I feel that nobody wanna play with me
Thats ill cuz they treat me like a stain on they clothes
The industry and my foes
They treat me like I got a Red Nose Red Nose Red Nose
They put me down and and treat me like I got a Red Nose Red Nose Red Nose
Dont make me clown and have to go put on my Red Nose
[Verse 3]
I’m comin and drivin my short bus
With this nose I dont need to torch up
Bustin through like the industrys Porsche
coming after who didn’t support us
Rip down it’s bleachers I blew up cause my sound it ether
Underground up and found this creature
Not scared of a nigga with clownish features
I’m makin a name outside your mainstream
Real, it wasnt an insane dream
from the beginning I really came clean
You about to see Strange gleam, take it over in gain green
Strange Music and RBC along with Fontana we gon change things
Now its so funny cuz with money I can fly away
Or leave them haters off in the deepest darkest hide away
Why do they do me wrong? my music truly strong
Because I’m different all you cowards wanna shoo me gone
Yes this is Strange year, worldwide fames near
But the games queer, sometimes I feel like Rudolph the reindeer
And the music they said blows, is on top and the cred grows
You’re gonna have to open up the door for the bro with the Red Nose
[Chorus]
Thats real people act a different way with me
I feel that nobody wanna play with me
Thats ill cuz they treat me like a stain on they clothes
The industry and my foes
They treat me like I got a Red Nose Red Nose Red Nose
They put me down and and treat me like I got a Red Nose Red Nose Red Nose
Dont make me clown and have to go put on my Red Nose
[Intro]
First entry for Sickology 101, Dysfunctional
[Tech N9ne]
Yeah
Don’t you bring me nothing stupid
If you don’t want me to lose it
Step back if you don’t want me to attack
I’m a beast, Better give me the deuces
I have no tolerance for nonsense
Get away from me
Me don’t wanna get dollars
Don’t wanna holler but you makin me
I’m a little dysfunctional
You’re the problem, Please don’t awakin me
And I’m that way cause back in the day
Most have forsaken me
Lodi dodi, I’m at the party
On a drunk night with a punk
Might dude wanna pick a fight because he’s sorry…
That he aint Gotti, Like I be
Cause he sloppy, Not me
Costly rocks be spot free
But he don’t know I’m roguish
Surrounded by my soldiers
And they be locked and loaded
Will explode if you can’t hold us
And we don’t got no scruples
We didn’t come to fight and shoot you
But you busters better be mutual
Don’t get loose because we cuckoo
Listen, They call me genius, I run the show
Woman be on my penis, It’s wonderful
Demons think they the meanest
But I brung the foe on the flow
Little bit sick, Don’t you know?
[Hook: Big Krizz Kaliko]
I’m a little dysfunctional, Don’t you know?
If you push me, It might be bad
Get a little emotional, Don’t you know?
You could fool around and make me mad
I’m a little dysfunctional, Don’t you know?
If you push me, It might be bad
Get a little emotional, Don’t you know?
Might fool around and make me mad
Don’t make me mad
[Big Scoob]
Born to hustle
I’m a product of environment
The game done changed
So I’ve been forced into retirement
But I make moves and I paid dues
And I got common sense
Since I can’t lose and I can’t choose
Then I’ll come back to spit
I got hit songs but I’ve been gone so long that I don’t fit
Near death, Dethrone but can’t get on
So I need me a lick
I write these songs but don’t belong
I’m on some other shit
I’m huntin leads in desperate need
I hope it’s comin quick
I’d wrap my brain to find a lane
That’s gon’ bring me some change
But it’s so strange, My life has changed
And I am not the same
I come around but since I’m down
It feels uncomfortable
I try to hide it deep inside but I’m dysfunctional
I never learned to hold it in
I gets emotional
First, Implode and then explode
I am combustible
So please don’t push to play me, pussy
On some real shit, Won’t be defeated
If I’m heated, nigga
Oh shit!
[Hook: Big Krizz Kaliko]
I’m a little dysfunctional, Don’t you know?
If you push me, It might be bad
Get a little emotional, Don’t you know?
You could fool around and make me mad
I’m a little dysfunctional, Don’t you know?
If you push me, It might be bad
Get a little emotional, Don’t you know?
Might fool around and make me mad
Don’t make me mad
[Big Krizz Kaliko]
I aint no killer but don’t push me
Qu-Qu-Qu-Quiet boy never been no pussy
Could be carrying something up under my hoody
Course me never snap and kill a baller, y’all
Or would he?
Now I wanna be peaceful
But I carry Desert Eagles where ever black people are
You know how black people are
I peep ‘em out, Try to stay evened out
Wanna preach to ‘em but their evil keep on seepin out
Emotions get the best of me
Messed up and then y’all get the rest of me
Depressed and stressed, Feel like my destiny
I know y’all think less of me
Cause I’m always sick and I can’t let it be
Pharmaceutical soup be the best recipe
It’s gon’ be the death of me
I need different cultures to coast
While I keep throwin them pills down my throat
Dysfunctional blunts will do
Smokin Bombay can give me Fung Shui
But I wish that it all would go away
Or maybe I should pray for Jesus Christ
To just un-pretzel me
Tryin to pray for change
But sometimes it feel like he lets it be
So I just take another couple doses
Probably be fine but if you get too close
You’ll find out that I…
[Hook: Big Krizz Kaliko]
I’m a little dysfunctional, Don’t you know?
If you push me, It might be bad
Get a little emotional, Don’t you know?
You could fool around and make me mad
I’m a little dysfunctional, Don’t you know?
If you push me, It might be bad
Get a little emotional, Don’t you know?
Might fool around and make me mad
Don’t make me mad
[Intro]
I know y’all don’t see me on TV
Or hear me on the radio
But you industry brats
Better check Billboard and Pollstar
Before y’all get to cryin
About who get seniority at these shows
Especially when compared to me
Y’all aint shit on stage
[Hook]
I hit the stage
Grab the mic and blow ‘em all away (I blow ‘em all away)
(Superstars), But they know I blow ‘em all away, Hey
[Verse 1]
The gig is over, The gig is over (Bitty bye-bye)
The gig is over, The gig is over (When A play)
The kid is older and gettin colder (Many fly by)
But his will hold ya, So listen closer to (A-A)-R-O-N
They dissin and twistin my name
Because Aaron is scarin these glitz spittin pricks in the game
Hit with this gift, Everybody get a whiff of this script and it’s pain
Gotta talk about the people with a attitude
Hiss me and slipped in my lane
I’ve been wreckin crowds for a long second now
Got ‘em guessin how Tech is blessed
And yes, The best in-town rep
On the real, I keep it trill
And when I spit, I aint spillin about my million
It’s the feelin that you get with this underground headliner
Mainstream ignored a bro
And they be petty, So jealousy is sure to show
But they rich and got more to blow
And everything’s affordable
But they gotta go before me
Because their stage show is horrible
[Hook]
I hit the stage
Grab the mic and blow ‘em all away (I blow ‘em all away)
(Superstars), But they know I blow ‘em all away, Hey
They may be platinum
But they know I blow ‘em all away (I blow ‘em all away)
(Superstars), But they know I blow ‘em all away, Hey
Why you do me like that girl?
You know I love your mama
[Verse 2]
I just wanted to have a bite with her… or somethin
Didn’t go get up on that show to fight with her… or nothin
It was Keyshia Cole, Eric Benet, Gorilla Zoe, Tech Nina and T.I.
But Keyshia was actin Bia-Bia
Why she actin like a (what?), like a (what?)
She aint know I grab the mic and light it (up), light it (up)
She say, “She don’t know me”
But I’m the number one Independent in the country
Man, She the only one actin funky
And the people at the Summer Jam, They want me
She say, “She aint goin on before somebody that’s local”
And she went postal and loco
Sayin, “Her not closin, Is a no-go”
Down talked me real low though
About how she got more doe and just did a TV promo
No show better than the Mo. bro with the S & M logo
Damn baby, Much success is sittin in your favor
Slam the Nina Tech before considerin the data
Fans waited, So we went, So she’d get it for later
But Frankie said, “Excuse my daughter, She’s a bit of a hater”
Dwamn!
[Hook]
I hit the stage
Grab the mic and blow ‘em all away (I blow ‘em all away)
(Superstars), But they know I blow ‘em all away, Hey
They may be platinum
But they know I blow ‘em all away (I blow ‘em all away)
(Superstars), But they know I blow ‘em all away, Hey
[Verse 3]
Aye, Aye, Check it
I understand seniority
But in this case, On this show, I’m a top priority
In Lawrence, Your minority and I’m the majoriry
Check it, I was young and broke
But I’d fetch it, If it was freshest
Shovel snow for the Eric B. and Rakim record
Promoters called us and said,
“We got this show and want you to close us”
Ghostface and Brother Ali, Rakim with a band, It’s so tough
We couldn’t wait to see Rakim rock
But he never ever showed up
He swole up cause he didn’t wanna go up before us
Man, What’s wrong with these people?
Think the world gotta kiss their asses
500 capacity but you wanna get 200 passes
Thought it was about gouda
40 Water told me,
“Nina, Get ya cabbage, Stay savage and ravage the average”
Y’all better hope radio and video
Keep me from slithering… into they circle
I’ll change it, That’s why they shivering
Rakim the God? He just miss the king’s delivering
Cause they know they’ll fall
And I’ll blow them all to smithereens
[Hook]
I hit the stage
Grab the mic and blow ‘em all away (I blow ‘em all away)
(Superstars), But they know I blow ‘em all away, Hey
They may be platinum
But they know I blow ‘em all away (I blow ‘em all away)
(Superstars), But they know I blow ‘em all away, Hey
[Outro]
Real, Real spill, Yeah
Baby girl,
I know I aint the only one that know you could be bitchy
You know what I’m sizzlin?
Ol’ boy,
I know I aint the only one that know you could be bitchy
Do your research before you down somebody else
Get off your high horse
Keyshia Cole, Get off your high horse
Rakim, Get off your high horse
Industry, Get off your high horse
Yeah
[Tech N9ne]
I used to press my Dickies with Stay Flo
Sold pieces for my reli, Chasin peso
Now they want me with nothin cause I let my pay show
So I hop inside of my Mercedes and let the bass go…
On you hatin ass niggaz
I deserve everything I get, A creatin cash getter
I aint puttin the 2 on the 10
I’m makin vast figures
You fags bitter, mad
Wanna be fakin class with us
How they thinkin they gonna come and conquer us?
Little Mini Cooper hatin on a monster truck
Ponder such, I’ll have you up in yonder, stuck
Not a nare nutta brotha stutter that conjure a…
Nothin, Nathin, The Ruger’s penetration
Inside of ya head is what’s soundin like it’s bassin
Boom, Bing, Bang
All you haters in the game, Strange lane takin aim
Aint a damn thang sane, I get it in
Want some drama? Well I can fit it in
We can make it so you’re no longer a citizen
Suction from beneath you
We just a little dust’n
All because I’m bringin the bucks in
[Chorus]
They wanna leave me with nothin (Huh uh)
But they aint talkin about nothin (Huh uh)
So I aint trippin on nothin (Huh uh)
They come to get me, I’m bustin (Uh huh)
They wanna leave me with nothin (Huh uh)
But they aint talkin about nothin (Huh uh)
So I aint trippin on nothin (Huh uh)
They come to get me, I’m bustin, bustin (Uh huh)
[Big Scoob]
On the block it was hot to not to run from the cops
I used to cop and used to chop
And dump my rocks at Ms. Scott’s
And on the late night at Ms. White’s
I’m fuckin with Will, We used to play fight
Then one night, We came up with Vill
Young thugs dump drugs
Nigga hungry for meals
Young thugs jumped blood
Nigga itchin for kills
Shit was real in the field, man
This shit was too real
Lost my homies to this shit, man
This shit is for real
But nigga, Nowadays the streets
They go hard on the hustla
All these pussy niggaz lackin
So us real niggaz suffer
Not plentiful for me no more
It’s hoes in the game
Since I smell when paper foldin, man
I rollin with Strange
Pour some whiskey, Party with me
Tell the Feds if they miss me
They aint comin for me now
Then nigga, Bet they don’t get me
So all you muthafuckin sucka niggaz wishin me gone
Big homie, Strange Music
Resurrection, I’m home
[Chorus]
They wanna leave me with nothin (Huh uh)
But they aint talkin about nothin (Huh uh)
So I aint trippin on nothin (Huh uh)
They come to get me, I’m bustin (Uh huh)
They wanna leave me with nothin (Huh uh)
But they aint talkin about nothin (Huh uh)
So I aint trippin on nothin (Huh uh)
They come to get me, I’m bustin, bustin (Uh huh)
[Messy Marv]
All I do is sell dope and nigga talk bricks
Talk with bananas and talk clips
Ride around and smoke kush with the yurner on me
Drink them champagne bottles with the flower on ‘em
All that talkin loud will get a nigga a hit
You see them cherry red chucks?
Yeah, I’m with the shit
Anyway I bounce out, man
I hit ‘em up and I’ll lock up with you
We could get ‘em up
I still wear a gold grill, 10 across the bottom
They call me 19-5 cause a nigga got ‘em
Click-Clack, nigga
Yanka get yanked on
There’s been alotta hatin, nigga
Since I came home
Anything a nigga do, homie
It’s Federal and come with football numbers in the level 4
They wanna bee a nigga dead, man
But nathin, Tech fuck them muthafuckaz
They could keep hatin
[Chorus]
They wanna leave me with nothin (Huh uh)
But they aint talkin about nothin (Huh uh)
So I aint trippin on nothin (Huh uh)
They come to get me, I’m bustin (Uh huh)
They wanna leave me with nothin (Huh uh)
But they aint talkin about nothin (Huh uh)
So I aint trippin on nothin (Huh uh)
They come to get me, I’m bustin, bustin (Uh huh)
[Intro]
We scoured the globe on a quest to find the most elite
Most intricate tongues of all time
California, New York, Denmark, Australia
Then a cold wind from the Midwest brought the hardest
Fastest, most accurate tongues ever heard in our lifetime
These are the Midwest Choppers
[K-Dean]
I got a message for any one of you muthafuckin niggaz
That wanna talk ’bout the Mid-Midwest
We dangerous, Aim to bust any little nigga with a big-big chest
Anybody that wanna be comin thinkin they hotter
I’m a type of nigga that’ll really kill ya for dollas
Fuck everybody that want a piece of a killa
For real, Me and my niggaz will leave you floatin in a river
So fuck all you haters, You heard what I said
My flow a little bit over your head
Act like a pencil, I’ll fill you with led
If you afraid, Then tell me you scared
Cause imma little bit out of my muthafuckin mind
The hardest rapper that Tecca N9na could fuckin find
Who that? Who that? That’s me
Who that? Who that? K-Dean
When I was comin up in the game everybody was tellin me
‘I really be killin a lot of you niggaz, I’m mean’
Fuckin with my niggaz D-Loc and Dalima
They told me, ‘I be really gotta be a muderer killin machine’
I didn’t care about nothing but rappin my way to the top
Fuckin with my nigga Tech, He told me I’m hot
Anybody got a problem with any one of my niggaz
I’ll pulled out the 9 milli up to a pop
Bring the heat, Bring the noise, Bring the flames
Anything that you bring, Imma tame
Puttin dirt on the top of my name
Pull back and I click-click, bang
Ask Tech, He’ll tell you I’m strange
If you ever wanna talk about me
Imma run up, Gun up and leave you with no brain
Then you’ll know my flow is insane
[Chorus]
I be on the West Coast, I be on the East Coast
I be North, South, but I reside on my side, Midwest Chopper
Even though I’m all up in the Northwest
All across the U.S.
Overseas, Midwest Choppers
Ay-Oh-Ay-Oh-Ay-Oh-Ay-Oh (You can’t touch us)
Ay-Oh-Ay-Oh-Ay-Oh-Ay-Oh (Yeah, Midwest Choppers)
Ay-Oh-Ay-Oh-Ay-Oh-Ay-Oh (You can’t touch us)
Ay-Oh-Ay-Oh-Ay-Oh-Ay-Oh (Nigga, Midwest Choppers)
[Krayzie Bone]
Come, come get some of this
Midwest murda music, murda music, murda music
Come, come get some of this
Midwest murda music, murda music, murda music
Let me hit ‘em
When I get ‘em, Imma split ‘em, Imma kill ‘em
I’m the nigga with the lyrical venom finna get up in them
When they give me the instrumental
I finish ‘em, diminish ‘em
I guarantee the murda music is a minimum
But lately I been givin ‘em hell
They don’t really wanna see me, I’m so damn swell
Call me a monster, Verse Designer, First To bomb ya
Leathaface pullin up in that hearse beside ya
Murda, mo murda, mo murda, mo murdered ‘em all, kill ‘em all
Krayzie kill ‘em all, they fall
It’s a lyrical execution
We snap faster, We the rap masters
Squeeze the gat, Blast it, If that’s how it gots to be
So they better get it ready
Cause I’m heated like an AK-47 spittin bullet deliverence out of me
Well that’s somethin, That’s crazy, Jackson
He’s amazin action, Stay in action
Rap singin at ya, I’m blazin at ya
I’m kinda like an automatic aimin at ya
And I don’t want a little bit of flame to ashes
You know you really truely insane to madness
You’re never gonna find other niggaz more scandalous
Than this Midwest blastin famly
[Chorus]
I be on the West Coast, I be on the East Coast
I be North, South, but I reside on my side, Midwest Chopper
Even though I’m all up in the Northwest
All across the U.S.
Overseas, Midwest Choppers
Ay-Oh-Ay-Oh-Ay-Oh-Ay-Oh (You can’t touch us)
Ay-Oh-Ay-Oh-Ay-Oh-Ay-Oh (Yeah, Midwest Choppers)
Ay-Oh-Ay-Oh-Ay-Oh-Ay-Oh (You can’t touch us)
Ay-Oh-Ay-Oh-Ay-Oh-Ay-Oh (Nigga, Midwest Choppers)
[Tech N9ne]
I am the definition of murda
The N9ne is now coming to serve ya
You’re running but you can’t go no furtha
Cause I’m running through you with no sign of inertia
Gimme the mic and I bet that you duck
It’s what you betta do when I’m bussin
I be flippin, I’m incredible, Never get on my level
I’m a killa with the pedal to the medal
You’re edible and ya death is so inevitable
I can take it to ya momma, Ya daddy, The back of a caddy
You cut up in the sack with a baggy and I wanna…
Take it out and make it patty
You gotta be patty
Cause that’ll be bad if you decide to mad, Is you gonna?
You can listen to me and see I’m the nigga with the ammunition
I’m givin the livin a vision of death
Makin ‘em sick and depressed
Cause I be givin everything
I’m a rebel and I’m still with the quick and the best
Makin ‘em walk in the business
I get up in it to rip and diminish ya
Trip and I finish ya
Dig it, You really get me livid, I’m bout give it a pivot
Imma stick it so we can differ to sinister
I be the chopper that got ya little boppers goin off us
Better not let me up on the premises
Cause I’m a doctor that’s out for the shotaz when I brought ya
Be cautious never talk of this nemesis
We on top of the hill when it come to the skill
Other rappers are damn jokers
They be givin the people comedy
But the Tecca N9na misery shit is Bram Stoker
[Chorus]
I be on the West Coast, I be on the East Coast
I be North, South, but I reside on my side, Midwest Chopper
Even though I’m all up in the Northwest
All across the U.S.
Overseas, Midwest Choppers
Ay-Oh-Ay-Oh-Ay-Oh-Ay-Oh (You can’t touch us)
Ay-Oh-Ay-Oh-Ay-Oh-Ay-Oh (Yeah, Midwest Choppers)
Ay-Oh-Ay-Oh-Ay-Oh-Ay-Oh (You can’t touch us)
Ay-Oh-Ay-Oh-Ay-Oh-Ay-Oh (Nigga, Midwest Choppers)
[bell rings]
[Intro - Chopped and Screwed Voice - talking]
Hey, now everybody sit down and shut the fuck up!
Class is now in session
If you came here to hear that lovey dovey shit - get the fuck out!
If you soft and scared of hardcore shit - get the fuck out!
For those who love raw shit - welcome to Sickology 101
Your instructor for today is - Tech N9ne!
[Verse 1 - Tech N9ne]
This is style I use pitch, to catch and seduce chicks
To signal the true sick, mellow tone is what you spit
Switchin the pattern, bust out that quick midwest chatter
Some people hate but it ain’t matterin, but the people gather, it’s flatterin
Switchin the pitch, mixin, there’s no need to be stiff in this bitch
Spittin full clips on a mission for bliss when I be rippin this shit
Make it excitin, got to be invitin when you’re writin your piece
Never be dick ridin, if you’re goin to be bitin, you’re ignitin the beast
This is melodic, melodies, if you got it
Mix it hot as tamales, you singin off-key is garbage
If you can’t keep an octave in a pocket, you need to stop it
Have confidence, speak with conviction, don’t put ‘em asleep when you rock it
This is harmony, Nina’s taking you through it
Make it buttery, utterly beautiful, make it fluid
Sickology 101 is in session, I thought you knew it
We murderin motherfuckers in music, that’s how we do it!
[Chorus]
GET! (ON YOUR FEET!), UP! (OUT YOUR SEAT!)
GET! (ON YOUR FEET!), UP! (OUT YOUR SEAT!)
GET! (ON YOUR FEET!), UP! (OUT YOUR SEAT!)
Such an oddity with it, this is Sickology
GET! (ON YOUR FEET!), UP! (OUT YOUR SEAT!)
GET! (ON YOUR FEET!), UP! (OUT YOUR SEAT!)
GET! (ON YOUR FEET!), UP! (OUT YOUR SEAT!)
From our west coast instructor - Crooked I (Crooked I …)
[Verse 2 - Crooked I]
My killer Daytons can keep me crushin the competition
Comin correct when creatin the crazy composition
Cannibal character, Calico carrier, got a crooked copper missin
Cali killers on candid cock emissions
That was constant consonant wordplay
Wordplay rhymes with Thursday and thirsty - if I’m thirst-ay!
I change the pronunciation of words, per se
The English language got to do whatever my verse say
So if you want to learn to rap, this is how (this is how)
Right now I’m puttin swag in my style (in my style)
It’s a emphasis on the simplest sentences
Then I give ‘em charisma with a laugh and a smile (and a smile)
If you want your verses to cost higher
Then your similes got to be hot as a live wire
You need some better metaphors
For example, this song is a war zone and you listeners in the cross fire
[Chorus]
From our east coast instructor - Chino XL
[Verse 3 - Chino XL]
Everybody start lockin their windows and doors, Chino might get in
It’s like light-ning, how I’m strikin a triflin rifleman
Bullets flyin up and I’m numbin the bum, like it’s Vicodin
So much metal in his spine, he could get rich from the recycling! (yeah!)
Chino be curdlin blood, don’t get burned from the buzz
I speak with conviction, like what Da Brat just heard from the judge
Bludgeon no love, industry hate me yo
I’d rather hear Hannah Montana, than half of you rappers on the radio!
Startin drama with Chino, God forbid
Auction my lyrics on eBay, that’s God for bid
Problem is lyric Jesus is more than a man
with a sick delivery, like I drive a coroner van (damn)
I’m demented, spittin writtens as sick as I can
Grenade grippin, fittin to detonate Disneyland
I am teachin Sickology, try to follow how every punch line hits
Like Chris Brown’s fist in the face of Rihanna
[Chorus]
Yes I got to be vicious, this is Sickology
[Outro - Chopped and Screwed Voice - talking]
For those who don’t know what the fuck’s goin on
This is Sickology 101, you punk motherfuckers!
Hahaha, let’s kill these niggaz