Elfuego 2011/07/09 14:30
"Worldwide Choppers"
(feat. Ceza, Jl B.Hood, Uso, Yelawolf, Twista, Busta Rhymes, D-Loc, Twisted Insane)
[Ceza (Turkey):]
Sen kalk, bir minik mikrofonunu getir (Get up, get your microphone)
Bak jak burada mikrofonuna tak (Look, here is the jack, connect you mic)
Kağıt kalem bir de ilham alınacak (And here is the paper and the pen, we’re gonna get inspired)
Tam gaz choppers, havada düşman avına çıkalım (No stop Choppers are in the air, Let’s hunt enemies)
Akalım, haydi bu battle’ı kazanalım (Let’s go, let’s win this battle)
(We started in the Midwest)
(Now we ’bout to take it)
(All over the world, baby!)
(This is the pinnacle!)
(Yeah, Tech N9ne!)
[Tech N9ne]
Follow me, all around the planet, I run the gamut on psychology
They could never manage, we do damage wit’ no apology
Pick ‘em off the planet, got a little manic ’cause I gotta be
Frantic, I’ma jam it ’cause I’m an oddity
Down for the trackin’ like I’m grabbin’ at my mama nakas
I could pop at you, papa, ’cause I’m partners wit’ Waka Flocka
Gimme the top of hip-hop and watch ‘im make ‘em rock
With a show-stopper, chakras poppin’ off the (Worldwide Choppers)
If you anybody, you notice it
Tech is the pinnacle, now the ideal nickel solos it
Little coders to pull again, wrote it quick and they quoted it
Yo, when it exploded, the flow be hold it, ’cause when that motor spit
A-bi-de-a, bi-de-a, never to get free of the rear
Better to get just near the mirror, ready to get near my heirs
Gimme the knock and I’ma chop it, he came and it went tomorrow
But I’ma lock it down and hop in the pocket like empanadas
Hit ‘em up and get ‘em up, I ain’t done, I ain’t did enough
Trippin’ when I rip it, I be the X when I split ‘em up
Sorta like I was liquored up and backin’ up in the cup
Everybody be knowin’ I be actin’ up when I buzz
From Missouri to Canada, I be keepin’ the stamina
If you never been a fan of the man, the planet’s unanimous
Killa Kaz’ll fuck anybody, Tech is calamitous
Leave ‘em in the dust, anybody, Tech when I’m standin’ up
Tech is hostile, he’s awful
He really be wicked when he off in the bottle
You wit’ it, you dig it, you never lost the apostle
He’s thinkin’ he can give it the Poe and toss it Picasso
Killin’ everybody off is the motto
And I be the only chopper that’s tossed in the brothel
You said it’s pathetic, my head is off in the taco
I sped and you bled and you in the convo when I go
[Hook]
I’m light years
Ahead of my peers
Want some, you can come bring it right here
Can’t clown me
Don’t come ’round me
Bow down, I was crowned when they found me
(K.C.)
[J.L.]
Check it, I’m ahead of ‘em, chop it up with the veteran
A legend developin’, they gotta tell ‘im it’s evident
Gotta notice an elephant, none of you niggas relevant’
You delicate, I’m lovin’ every second of this
(Denmark)
[Uso - Tranlsation in brackets]
De vil alle tjekke når vi ligger det (They will all check it when we lay it)
kommer ind og smækker det beatet jeg vækker det (coming in and smashing it beatet i’m waking it)
i ved hvad der kommer ud af min mund (you know whats comming out of my mouth)
hanger med de vildeste gutter (hanging with the coolest guys)
det minder mig om vi stikker det af (it reminds me we stapping it (set on fire))
for de kalder mig alle vild worldwide chopper (cause they all call me wild worldwide chopper)
(Alabama)
[Yelawolf]
What if I ran into you wit’ a Pogo stick?
Hopped up on top of you rappers like a Jehovah’s Witness?
Wit’ a photo of Jesus and a paper pamphlet
And I threw up more tracks like I was playin’ Hamlet?
Syllable burnin’, that internal damage
Swing, batter, batter, but then I lay back on a hammock
Under an oak tree, like I was peelin’ pecans
But instead, I’m peelin’ rappers’ heads, makin’ a sam-a-wich
Pick up a 22. and put a bullet inside of a
Motherfucker from Westside, a 1987 box
I’m headed up, yeah, headed for bucks
F%*k ‘em all, make ‘em feel my dread like I had a head of locks
Feelin’ rebuffed, like you had that shot
But I hopped on the fuckin’ beat and I worldwide chopped
Wanna I fuck wit’ Tech N9ne, well, then fine
I smoke a beat wit’ Mr. Busta Rhymes, well, sure, why not?
Really don’t need to show any more of my cock
But I run across the stadium in a pair of your socks
In a trenchcoat wit’ the pencil and a watch
Then drop a verse before you can focus to beat the clocks
Slumerican is out of control
Heat it up, beat it up, then I gotta go
But I’m a dump truck, just send another load
Peter Piper dump a pile of peppers in your throats
Wit’ an alien probe
[Hook]
I’m light years
Ahead of my peers
Want some, you can come bring it right here
Can’t clown me
Don’t come ’round me
Bow down, I was crowned when they found me
Twista! (Chicago)
[Twista]
Like I gotta focus up in my rhythm
Or loosen the venom and hit ‘em and give ‘em astig-a-ma-tism
And then I’ma spit ‘em somethin’ so full of vengeance
That everybody’ll wanna devour the pieces of my enemies ’cause of cannibalism
Breakin’ ‘em off into particles, they get in a predicament
That be never reversible ’cause a nigga be too versatile
Makin’ you nervous, you could never compete with the colonel
I burn you, I’m an immortal, and that’s the reason I murder you
Focus on my hocus pocus and make a likkle magic
After I wreck and check ya, then ya best pick a better habit
‘Cause I’m an anomaly, able to give a lobotomy
To any motherfucker challengin’ my astronomy
Hoppin’ out, I don’t stop when the flame stone
Now one of the most popular choppers and my name’s known
Throwin’ it up in the air, takin’ it there
We W-W-C, if you can’t keep up, shoulda stayed home
My-my-my alien knowledge be makin’ other astronomers
Welcome to Los Angeles, a discovery of palentology
So play me and I’ma be shinin’ on them haters
I’m finna be usin’ it as energy, watch how radiant I’ma be
Like a helicopter when the words fly
Entire families all the way out to you girl die
If I catch you fuckin’ with the most intricate lyricists
Or even try to stop us ’cause we choppers and we worldwide
And I’m
[Hook]
I’m light years
Ahead of my peers
Want some, you can come bring it right here
Can’t clown me
Don’t come ’round me Bow down, I was crowned when they found me (New York) [Busta Rhymes] See how they ask when I’ma stomp on my dude And when I’ma cock it and pop it, and what I’ma drop on my dude Inevitably, instead I’ma be the most incredible dude To ever spit on the record and put it together, my dude And then they ask “What in the world is you provin’? What, when you already the best? And what the hell is he doin’?†Well, I’ma be choppin’ and cuttin’ and breakin’ and beatin’ and shakin’ And fuckin’ everything up ’til there ain’t no further mistakin’ And bustin’ everything up like a fuckin’ angry Jamaican And shuttin’ everything up, ‘specially the ones who be hatin’ They lovin’ everything until I got ‘em stutterin’ stupid You hear ‘em now? “D-d-d-d-don’t do-do-do-do it! P-P-P-Please? Wh-wh-wh-why you gotta t-try us? W-w-w-w-we already know that you be the nicest!†And now I’ma come and kill ‘em, get ‘em, hit ‘em, and finish ‘em And bang ‘em in the head and diminish ‘em, and then I’ll Hit ‘em again at a minimum, repeat comin’ to kill ‘em Then he be gotta be drillin’ ‘em, thinkin’ “They gotta be feelin’ ‘im!†Spittin’ lithium, see the way a nigga be spillin’ ‘em? And gettin’ ‘em stupid to the point where there’s no forgivin’ ‘im? Hopin’ you’re listenin’ and you’re payin’ attention And you’re witnessin’ the way that I be crushin’ on the mic And gettin’ in the zone, I be flattenin’ and packin’ in People from the front to the back and They got me actin’ a fool, I’m blackin’, nigga Now I’m home! [Hook] I’m light years Ahead of my peers Want some, you can come bring it right here Can’t clown me Don’t come ’round me Bow down, I was crowned when they found me (Kansas City) [D-Loc] Like fire annihilate me father retire instantly I’m choppin’em, call me Michael Myers in my vicinity The way I be killin’ ‘em with rhythm, it get illegitimate The Yela will finish and end any predicament And the enemies in the vicinity, I gotta mack up They know they can never get wit’ me whenever they mention me The hands of a lyrical criminal, more deadly than chemicals Check my resume, they say that your boy’s biblical (California) [Twisted Insane] I hit em wit venom and get up in em I bend em and send em and you can feel me Diggin’ up in your brain and bringin’ the pain, and y’all fin’ wanna kill me Fillin’ ‘em with that fury, get up and hurry, you can feel the Remy Comin’ in wit’ that shxt, I’m havin’ a fit, and you will never peel me Off of you when I’m on top of you, look at the W You been poppin’ off, I’ma hit ‘em up wit’ a bullet to the (Brain!) You can look into the eyes of a heathen, breathin’, you’re fiendin’ And dreamin’ to find a demon name Insane, I’m a worldwide (Chopper)
"Worldwide Choppers"
(feat. Ceza, Jl B.Hood, Uso, Yelawolf, Twista, Busta Rhymes, D-Loc, Twisted Insane)
[Ceza (Turkey):]
Sen kalk, bir minik mikrofonunu getir (Get up, get your microphone)
Bak jak burada mikrofonuna tak (Look, here is the jack, connect you mic)
Kağıt kalem bir de ilham alınacak (And here is the paper and the pen, we’re gonna get inspired)
Tam gaz choppers, havada düşman avına çıkalım (No stop Choppers are in the air, Let’s hunt enemies)
Akalım, haydi bu battle’ı kazanalım (Let’s go, let’s win this battle)
(We started in the Midwest)
(Now we ’bout to take it)
(All over the world, baby!)
(This is the pinnacle!)
(Yeah, Tech N9ne!)
[Tech N9ne]
Follow me, all around the planet, I run the gamut on psychology
They could never manage, we do damage wit’ no apology
Pick ‘em off the planet, got a little manic ’cause I gotta be
Frantic, I’ma jam it ’cause I’m an oddity
Down for the trackin’ like I’m grabbin’ at my mama nakas
I could pop at you, papa, ’cause I’m partners wit’ Waka Flocka
Gimme the top of hip-hop and watch ‘im make ‘em rock
With a show-stopper, chakras poppin’ off the (Worldwide Choppers)
If you anybody, you notice it
Tech is the pinnacle, now the ideal nickel solos it
Little coders to pull again, wrote it quick and they quoted it
Yo, when it exploded, the flow be hold it, ’cause when that motor spit
A-bi-de-a, bi-de-a, never to get free of the rear
Better to get just near the mirror, ready to get near my heirs
Gimme the knock and I’ma chop it, he came and it went tomorrow
But I’ma lock it down and hop in the pocket like empanadas
Hit ‘em up and get ‘em up, I ain’t done, I ain’t did enough
Trippin’ when I rip it, I be the X when I split ‘em up
Sorta like I was liquored up and backin’ up in the cup
Everybody be knowin’ I be actin’ up when I buzz
From Missouri to Canada, I be keepin’ the stamina
If you never been a fan of the man, the planet’s unanimous
Killa Kaz’ll fuck anybody, Tech is calamitous
Leave ‘em in the dust, anybody, Tech when I’m standin’ up
Tech is hostile, he’s awful
He really be wicked when he off in the bottle
You wit’ it, you dig it, you never lost the apostle
He’s thinkin’ he can give it the Poe and toss it Picasso
Killin’ everybody off is the motto
And I be the only chopper that’s tossed in the brothel
You said it’s pathetic, my head is off in the taco
I sped and you bled and you in the convo when I go
[Hook]
I’m light years
Ahead of my peers
Want some, you can come bring it right here
Can’t clown me
Don’t come ’round me
Bow down, I was crowned when they found me
(K.C.)
[J.L.]
Check it, I’m ahead of ‘em, chop it up with the veteran
A legend developin’, they gotta tell ‘im it’s evident
Gotta notice an elephant, none of you niggas relevant’
You delicate, I’m lovin’ every second of this
(Denmark)
[Uso - Tranlsation in brackets]
De vil alle tjekke når vi ligger det (They will all check it when we lay it)
kommer ind og smækker det beatet jeg vækker det (coming in and smashing it beatet i’m waking it)
i ved hvad der kommer ud af min mund (you know whats comming out of my mouth)
hanger med de vildeste gutter (hanging with the coolest guys)
det minder mig om vi stikker det af (it reminds me we stapping it (set on fire))
for de kalder mig alle vild worldwide chopper (cause they all call me wild worldwide chopper)
(Alabama)
[Yelawolf]
What if I ran into you wit’ a Pogo stick?
Hopped up on top of you rappers like a Jehovah’s Witness?
Wit’ a photo of Jesus and a paper pamphlet
And I threw up more tracks like I was playin’ Hamlet?
Syllable burnin’, that internal damage
Swing, batter, batter, but then I lay back on a hammock
Under an oak tree, like I was peelin’ pecans
But instead, I’m peelin’ rappers’ heads, makin’ a sam-a-wich
Pick up a 22. and put a bullet inside of a
Motherfucker from Westside, a 1987 box
I’m headed up, yeah, headed for bucks
F%*k ‘em all, make ‘em feel my dread like I had a head of locks
Feelin’ rebuffed, like you had that shot
But I hopped on the fuckin’ beat and I worldwide chopped
Wanna I fuck wit’ Tech N9ne, well, then fine
I smoke a beat wit’ Mr. Busta Rhymes, well, sure, why not?
Really don’t need to show any more of my cock
But I run across the stadium in a pair of your socks
In a trenchcoat wit’ the pencil and a watch
Then drop a verse before you can focus to beat the clocks
Slumerican is out of control
Heat it up, beat it up, then I gotta go
But I’m a dump truck, just send another load
Peter Piper dump a pile of peppers in your throats
Wit’ an alien probe
[Hook]
I’m light years
Ahead of my peers
Want some, you can come bring it right here
Can’t clown me
Don’t come ’round me
Bow down, I was crowned when they found me
Twista! (Chicago)
[Twista]
Like I gotta focus up in my rhythm
Or loosen the venom and hit ‘em and give ‘em astig-a-ma-tism
And then I’ma spit ‘em somethin’ so full of vengeance
That everybody’ll wanna devour the pieces of my enemies ’cause of cannibalism
Breakin’ ‘em off into particles, they get in a predicament
That be never reversible ’cause a nigga be too versatile
Makin’ you nervous, you could never compete with the colonel
I burn you, I’m an immortal, and that’s the reason I murder you
Focus on my hocus pocus and make a likkle magic
After I wreck and check ya, then ya best pick a better habit
‘Cause I’m an anomaly, able to give a lobotomy
To any motherfucker challengin’ my astronomy
Hoppin’ out, I don’t stop when the flame stone
Now one of the most popular choppers and my name’s known
Throwin’ it up in the air, takin’ it there
We W-W-C, if you can’t keep up, shoulda stayed home
My-my-my alien knowledge be makin’ other astronomers
Welcome to Los Angeles, a discovery of palentology
So play me and I’ma be shinin’ on them haters
I’m finna be usin’ it as energy, watch how radiant I’ma be
Like a helicopter when the words fly
Entire families all the way out to you girl die
If I catch you fuckin’ with the most intricate lyricists
Or even try to stop us ’cause we choppers and we worldwide
And I’m
[Hook]
I’m light years
Ahead of my peers
Want some, you can come bring it right here
Can’t clown me
Don’t come ’round me Bow down, I was crowned when they found me (New York) [Busta Rhymes] See how they ask when I’ma stomp on my dude And when I’ma cock it and pop it, and what I’ma drop on my dude Inevitably, instead I’ma be the most incredible dude To ever spit on the record and put it together, my dude And then they ask “What in the world is you provin’? What, when you already the best? And what the hell is he doin’?†Well, I’ma be choppin’ and cuttin’ and breakin’ and beatin’ and shakin’ And fuckin’ everything up ’til there ain’t no further mistakin’ And bustin’ everything up like a fuckin’ angry Jamaican And shuttin’ everything up, ‘specially the ones who be hatin’ They lovin’ everything until I got ‘em stutterin’ stupid You hear ‘em now? “D-d-d-d-don’t do-do-do-do it! P-P-P-Please? Wh-wh-wh-why you gotta t-try us? W-w-w-w-we already know that you be the nicest!†And now I’ma come and kill ‘em, get ‘em, hit ‘em, and finish ‘em And bang ‘em in the head and diminish ‘em, and then I’ll Hit ‘em again at a minimum, repeat comin’ to kill ‘em Then he be gotta be drillin’ ‘em, thinkin’ “They gotta be feelin’ ‘im!†Spittin’ lithium, see the way a nigga be spillin’ ‘em? And gettin’ ‘em stupid to the point where there’s no forgivin’ ‘im? Hopin’ you’re listenin’ and you’re payin’ attention And you’re witnessin’ the way that I be crushin’ on the mic And gettin’ in the zone, I be flattenin’ and packin’ in People from the front to the back and They got me actin’ a fool, I’m blackin’, nigga Now I’m home! [Hook] I’m light years Ahead of my peers Want some, you can come bring it right here Can’t clown me Don’t come ’round me Bow down, I was crowned when they found me (Kansas City) [D-Loc] Like fire annihilate me father retire instantly I’m choppin’em, call me Michael Myers in my vicinity The way I be killin’ ‘em with rhythm, it get illegitimate The Yela will finish and end any predicament And the enemies in the vicinity, I gotta mack up They know they can never get wit’ me whenever they mention me The hands of a lyrical criminal, more deadly than chemicals Check my resume, they say that your boy’s biblical (California) [Twisted Insane] I hit em wit venom and get up in em I bend em and send em and you can feel me Diggin’ up in your brain and bringin’ the pain, and y’all fin’ wanna kill me Fillin’ ‘em with that fury, get up and hurry, you can feel the Remy Comin’ in wit’ that shxt, I’m havin’ a fit, and you will never peel me Off of you when I’m on top of you, look at the W You been poppin’ off, I’ma hit ‘em up wit’ a bullet to the (Brain!) You can look into the eyes of a heathen, breathin’, you’re fiendin’ And dreamin’ to find a demon name Insane, I’m a worldwide (Chopper)
Elfuego 2011/07/09 14:33
fuck food-ft- lil wayne
Yeah
Ah
ah
Ahah
Ahah-ah
Yeah
Yeah-uh
(Can you see?)
Yeah-uh
(See ‘em live)
Uh-ah
oh
(See ‘em live)
[Tech N9ne]
Mmm
Yum, a stick of 5 gum is the taste on my tongue
But for the right one, I’ll spit it out and place her right on
The night’s young, meaning we minus the bright sun
And I’m numb like I’m inside ‘em like white on a ripe bun
Like that one, baby stacked wit’ a fat on
Action-pack wit’ a rack and a little bit of that ‘yac she’s passed on
Got a 36-pack of Magnums, I’m Vlad and I’m back
I’ll put a bitch in a sack and bring her back
And then I gotta go and leave a lash from the passion
(I’m crazy) Sick as hell for the ladies
They don’t give a damn that I’m manic
Even though I’m so shady
Baby girl, but don’t play me
I ain’t tryna have no babies, but baby
You braised in some slavery
Wanna excite ya, ignite the fight, so honey, taunt me
I just wanna bite you and watch you drop out, Romani Kandi
That’s 11 Gs, angel from heaven, she’s
Seven threes, hot egg and cheese for Pain checkin’ weaves
[T-Pain]
I know what you sayin’
But you know I ain’t playin’
Tryna get my dick sucked through my jeans
And oh-oh
(Girls only look like fuck food to me)
(Girl-girls only look like fuck food to me)
Spin that booty ’round, drop it to the ground, let it make a sound, do-do it, baby
Do it like that, lemme see the kitty-kat, then I hit it from the back for the baby
(Girls sure look like fuck food to me)
(Girl-girls sure look like fuck food to me)
Ohoh-oh
Ohoh-oh
Ohoh-oh
[Lil Wayne]
Uh, now put that pussy on my lip and dip
Yeah, let’s make a movie, I’ma flip the script
Yeah, I wax that ass like Q-Tip
Yeah, float in that pussy like a cruise ship
Uh, ’cause I’m a nasty motherf-cker
Yeah, I eat that p-ssy like the last supper
Yeah, I beat that p-ssy like brass knuckles
Heh, she call me daddy and she scream “Uncleâ€
Open up and spread, I’m pullin’ her hair, she pullin’ my dreads
I’m breakin’ her off, we breakin’ the bed
F-ck her like a dog, she shakin’ her leg
I’m killin’ it soft, I’m makin’ it red
I’m makin’ her talk, I’m makin’ her beg
I’m makin’ her crawl, I’m makin’ her run
I’m makin’ it numb, I’m makin’ it cum, I am
Young Weezy F. Baby
She wish she could make a copy of my dick and save it
(Ha-ha) Now close your mouth, don’t waste it
I got that fuck food, baby, come taste it
Tunechi!
[T-Pain]
I know what you sayin’
But you know I ain’t playin’
Tryna get my dick sucked through my jeans
http://www.elyricsworld.com/fuck_food_lyrics_tech_n9ne.html
And oh-oh
(Girls sure look like fuck food to me)
(Girl-girls sure look like fuck food to me)
Spin that booty ’round, drop it to the ground, let it make a sound, do-do it, baby
Do it like that, lemme see the kitty-kat, then I hit it from the back for the baby
(Girls sure look like fuck food to me)
(Girl-girls sure look like fuck food to me)
Ohoh-oh
[Tech N9ne]
When I get my mittens on this kitten
She’ll be bitten, then she missin’
‘Cause she fucked up and let the Tech in
Canceled all of her ex men
If you think you got it, nigga, say it witcha chest, then
I’m gon’ be your sex friend, rippin’ off her dress, then
Nibblin’ on her neck and I’m makin’ her wet wit’ no question
Yeah, animal magnetism, the sadomasochism
Got way mo’ cash to give ‘em, but they don’t ask, just twist ‘em
I don’t have to give ‘em stacks for me to mash within ‘em
I’m they master, hit ‘em with a lash and a nigga fast to stick ‘em
And I like ‘em all colors, multi-mack can make ‘em all love us
And make ‘em do all of us, and we don’t be trippin’ on it ’cause we all brothers
Y’all slippers, as I be trippin’ over broads, fuck it
The currency, see he keep his cards shuffled
The bitch’ll wanna let her jaws touch us, jaw-crushers
Anybody outside don’t get much news from me
‘Cause I get it in but I keep it on the hush (Who’s the G?)
This rush, you agree, this is stuff dude for fee
But the girls sho’ look like fuck food to me, ay
I don’t know what you feel
I don’t know what you think
I don’t know what you see, my nigga
(The girls sure look like fuck food to me)
(Girl-girls sure look like fuck food to me)
I know what you sayin’
But you know I ain’t playin’
Tryna get my dick sucked through my jeans
And oh-oh
(The girls sho’ look like fuck food to me)
(Girl-girls sho’ look like fuck food to me)
Spin that booty ’round, drop it to the ground, let it make a sound, do-do it, baby
Do it like that, lemme see the kitty-kat, then I hit it from the back for the baby
(Girls sho’ look like fuck food to me)
(Girl-girls sho’ look like fuck food to me)
Now you see what I see
The lady’s mine, mine, mine, mine
Mine
Now you see what I see (Can you see?)
The lady’s mine, mine, mine, mine
Mine
fuck food-ft- lil wayne
Yeah
Ah
ah
Ah
ah
Ah
ah-ah
Yeah
Yeah-uh
(Can you see?)
Yeah-uh
(See ‘em live)
Uh-ah
oh
(See ‘em live)
[Tech N9ne]
Mmm
Yum, a stick of 5 gum is the taste on my tongue
But for the right one, I’ll spit it out and place her right on
The night’s young, meaning we minus the bright sun
And I’m numb like I’m inside ‘em like white on a ripe bun
Like that one, baby stacked wit’ a fat on
Action-pack wit’ a rack and a little bit of that ‘yac she’s passed on
Got a 36-pack of Magnums, I’m Vlad and I’m back
I’ll put a bitch in a sack and bring her back
And then I gotta go and leave a lash from the passion
(I’m crazy) Sick as hell for the ladies
They don’t give a damn that I’m manic
Even though I’m so shady
Baby girl, but don’t play me
I ain’t tryna have no babies, but baby
You braised in some slavery
Wanna excite ya, ignite the fight, so honey, taunt me
I just wanna bite you and watch you drop out, Romani Kandi
That’s 11 Gs, angel from heaven, she’s
Seven threes, hot egg and cheese for Pain checkin’ weaves
[T-Pain]
I know what you sayin’
But you know I ain’t playin’
Tryna get my dick sucked through my jeans
And oh-oh
(Girls only look like fuck food to me)
(Girl-girls only look like fuck food to me)
Spin that booty ’round, drop it to the ground, let it make a sound, do-do it, baby
Do it like that, lemme see the kitty-kat, then I hit it from the back for the baby
(Girls sure look like fuck food to me)
(Girl-girls sure look like fuck food to me)
Oh
oh-oh
Oh
oh-oh
Oh
oh-oh
[Lil Wayne]
Uh, now put that pussy on my lip and dip
Yeah, let’s make a movie, I’ma flip the script
Yeah, I wax that ass like Q-Tip
Yeah, float in that pussy like a cruise ship
Uh, ’cause I’m a nasty motherf-cker
Yeah, I eat that p-ssy like the last supper
Yeah, I beat that p-ssy like brass knuckles
Heh, she call me daddy and she scream “Uncleâ€
Open up and spread, I’m pullin’ her hair, she pullin’ my dreads
I’m breakin’ her off, we breakin’ the bed
F-ck her like a dog, she shakin’ her leg
I’m killin’ it soft, I’m makin’ it red
I’m makin’ her talk, I’m makin’ her beg
I’m makin’ her crawl, I’m makin’ her run
I’m makin’ it numb, I’m makin’ it cum, I am
Young Weezy F. Baby
She wish she could make a copy of my dick and save it
(Ha-ha) Now close your mouth, don’t waste it
I got that fuck food, baby, come taste it
Tunechi!
[T-Pain]
I know what you sayin’
But you know I ain’t playin’
Tryna get my dick sucked through my jeans
http://www.elyricsworld.com/fuck_food_lyrics_tech_n9ne.html
And oh-oh
(Girls sure look like fuck food to me)
(Girl-girls sure look like fuck food to me)
Spin that booty ’round, drop it to the ground, let it make a sound, do-do it, baby
Do it like that, lemme see the kitty-kat, then I hit it from the back for the baby
(Girls sure look like fuck food to me)
(Girl-girls sure look like fuck food to me)
Oh
oh-oh
[Tech N9ne]
When I get my mittens on this kitten
She’ll be bitten, then she missin’
‘Cause she fucked up and let the Tech in
Canceled all of her ex men
If you think you got it, nigga, say it witcha chest, then
I’m gon’ be your sex friend, rippin’ off her dress, then
Nibblin’ on her neck and I’m makin’ her wet wit’ no question
Yeah, animal magnetism, the sadomasochism
Got way mo’ cash to give ‘em, but they don’t ask, just twist ‘em
I don’t have to give ‘em stacks for me to mash within ‘em
I’m they master, hit ‘em with a lash and a nigga fast to stick ‘em
And I like ‘em all colors, multi-mack can make ‘em all love us
And make ‘em do all of us, and we don’t be trippin’ on it ’cause we all brothers
Y’all slippers, as I be trippin’ over broads, fuck it
The currency, see he keep his cards shuffled
The bitch’ll wanna let her jaws touch us, jaw-crushers
Anybody outside don’t get much news from me
‘Cause I get it in but I keep it on the hush (Who’s the G?)
This rush, you agree, this is stuff dude for fee
But the girls sho’ look like fuck food to me, ay
I don’t know what you feel
I don’t know what you think
I don’t know what you see, my nigga
(The girls sure look like fuck food to me)
(Girl-girls sure look like fuck food to me)
I know what you sayin’
But you know I ain’t playin’
Tryna get my dick sucked through my jeans
And oh-oh
(The girls sho’ look like fuck food to me)
(Girl-girls sho’ look like fuck food to me)
Spin that booty ’round, drop it to the ground, let it make a sound, do-do it, baby
Do it like that, lemme see the kitty-kat, then I hit it from the back for the baby
(Girls sho’ look like fuck food to me)
(Girl-girls sho’ look like fuck food to me)
Now you see what I see
The lady’s mine, mine, mine, mine
Mine
Now you see what I see (Can you see?)
The lady’s mine, mine, mine, mine
Mine
Elfuego 2011/07/09 14:36
"Midwest Choppers"
Welcome to misery where the killers pop it up
Whenever I say it and deal it at the turn of the gun
We can do it if anybody want it
Where the rapper niggas will call up and tell everyone
Misery loves company so we done with thee
Enemy where he be energy sendin me the route
My negativity trippin wit me you runnin fo yo life
Cause you ran your mouth MOUTH
[CHORUS]
We can sang or we can bang
It ain't no game we untamed
Whether its fame or we can aim
Release your brains it ain't no thang - MIDWEST CHOPPERS
Know I sayin
We livin in pain
And it's a shame that you came and got drained
And listen mayn stay in your lane - MIDWEST CHOPPERS
Find a witness to murderers
Monolog of a menace
Coming from out Of A sinister formidable place
I can let you know the ins and the outs
And I can spit it wicked
Twisted and you can see by the look on my face
Give me the mic and Imma mangle it, tangle it
Definitely the people see that I got the hang of it
Pigs you gotta try to make a mockery of a city
Who pock 'em n' block 'em pocket you baby We dangerous
Came to get strange Wit' it bang Wit' it
Stop and get a little untamed Wit' it
Get the chopper like a fully ya' bully wit' a hoodie
Should I get up n' take him out or spit game wit' him?
Well the answer is right before your eyes
Who do you despise?
Killers who chop you we got to stop you pop you partner 'n you cussin'
Get up out of the way when Techa Nina be bustin'
Gotta give it up I'm a veteran like Edison
Imma light 'em up and get in your head again
I'm better than ever
Never let 'em feather an ever be fed us in
Severin' hit the mic and then we peddlin' medicine
Imma
Choppa Choppa Choppa
Automatic kickin the ammunition
Killin' the competition know It aint nobody
Hotta Hotta Hotta
Damaging everything and everybody
You know we on a mission
Listen to me
How can I make you understand Im a general
Even if you poppin' the competition is minimal
Can't see the killers and you can bet that we criminal
The demon inside of me keep on tellin' me when to go
So Imma keep reppin' the Midwest Choppers freakin' flows
And I'm about to be on top of this and truly be bustin'
Beggin' for mercy you punk I Aint givin' you nothing
[CHORUS]
We be the best We ain't talking about women we be talking about paper
Already made come and terrible
And the competition is the killa
With or with the buretta tight right under my sweater
And we hide it delopta be where my killas
But my dealers are betta
Like a blender leeroy like a guillotine
Chop yo hands out and throw me out the window
Watch yo lyrical
Thru the atp
WHEN WE COME TO THE STREET WE DON POST ON THE BLOCK
For the killa I'ma lift my middle finger up to the cop
So On the way to the studio we be makin another hot track
They be lovin the way we spit it
Boy they want our position but they ain't never get it
In the hone of the pacific
We the definiton of a soldier
My opposition is the cultural
I spit like a tomic
Me and my killa are guerillas
Boy we tryin to battle cuz they want our position
But they ain't never get it
Man I told you
We the number one competitors dealin
Working the way to the top and get the millin
In the hone of the city you can never cross us
You can try to read us
You can try to beat us
Try to get your speed up but it ain't gon matter
Cause after were done bustin a nigga we don after
We takin after techa nina is the master
[CHORUS]
Whenever I'm reppin the city in the cane
Holla your brain cuz I'm a disaster
Dilemma get ready decibel comin atcha
We wanna Come atcha
Because I'm a style master And I'm impressionable now
Just so ya kno now
I make 'em sweat
Cause the best with the flow
Whenever you wanna flex you can go
Keep stressing your code
And I make yo man go
Midwest will flow like
SHE'LL FLOW WITH MORE STRIFE
Cuz the energy is the bomb
I can tell that you fascinated by the way we rhyme
And we flow like with the mo like
Mo strike wit the fire
BABY I KNO U SAY IT OFF
Cuz so senemy enemys now
Irritate with the haters that be comin around so I kick it
Like a realla with the style
Im too set for a cure so and I don't need for a doctor to work
Late for makin yo nerves
Late cause he called ya
Hands down now I popped ya now
Lets take a trip to the back of your real gear
Strange the individual wit ill skill
TALK WIT IT
Let me act like you get tough wit it
When you get out of the truck spittin off the crane
Killers gon be the one to leavin yo bodies
Smoke ya but really
AND THE GAME IS DROP
Cause whenever I'm bustin its like
The full heart stopper
The techa nina get up the flow cause we
Midwest choppaz
[CHORUS]
You better Act right get right
Cause I'm the baddest nigga hookin up with the fastest badass
Hit you with the lyrical lyrical miracle whip incredible knock the head like a several
Diggy diggy down diggy down watcha diggy down
Cook it clown and at the house hold it down diggy diggy__ diggy down
And if you look for the sound you can be found
With the nigga in the crowd are you really wit me?
And when you hear it then nigga then zip it
These make you want to reposition and pivit
When we write it and spit it we makin somebody get it
And if they wont hear it then they wont get it, STOP Oh we can keep babblin on Or rapplin off at the mouth while we travelin And we speakin on on the speakin on the things we be doin comin in to pop my mouth And where the hell were u? And I can stop with the drop With the Caribou And they see me pop I would say was you And I wont hesitate to chop you Until to you While they doin you And if you look at the better at the better to combust you got the Cali gun for fun And if you throw me past the pack man you get it They putting down the gun CHOPPA yousa CHOPPA that techa ninaz a CHOOPA We gon come and Knock your block off You never see us comin hit yah run and walk off Cause is more what we wantin And we come in and headhuntin Wont stop til we get to the top It's the way we Midwest chop yah
"Midwest Choppers"
Welcome to misery where the killers pop it up
Whenever I say it and deal it at the turn of the gun
We can do it if anybody want it
Where the rapper niggas will call up and tell everyone
Misery loves company so we done with thee
Enemy where he be energy sendin me the route
My negativity trippin wit me you runnin fo yo life
Cause you ran your mouth MOUTH
[CHORUS]
We can sang or we can bang
It ain't no game we untamed
Whether its fame or we can aim
Release your brains it ain't no thang - MIDWEST CHOPPERS
Know I sayin
We livin in pain
And it's a shame that you came and got drained
And listen mayn stay in your lane - MIDWEST CHOPPERS
Find a witness to murderers
Monolog of a menace
Coming from out Of A sinister formidable place
I can let you know the ins and the outs
And I can spit it wicked
Twisted and you can see by the look on my face
Give me the mic and Imma mangle it, tangle it
Definitely the people see that I got the hang of it
Pigs you gotta try to make a mockery of a city
Who pock 'em n' block 'em pocket you baby We dangerous
Came to get strange Wit' it bang Wit' it
Stop and get a little untamed Wit' it
Get the chopper like a fully ya' bully wit' a hoodie
Should I get up n' take him out or spit game wit' him?
Well the answer is right before your eyes
Who do you despise?
Killers who chop you we got to stop you pop you partner 'n you cussin'
Get up out of the way when Techa Nina be bustin'
Gotta give it up I'm a veteran like Edison
Imma light 'em up and get in your head again
I'm better than ever
Never let 'em feather an ever be fed us in
Severin' hit the mic and then we peddlin' medicine
Imma
Choppa Choppa Choppa
Automatic kickin the ammunition
Killin' the competition know It aint nobody
Hotta Hotta Hotta
Damaging everything and everybody
You know we on a mission
Listen to me
How can I make you understand Im a general
Even if you poppin' the competition is minimal
Can't see the killers and you can bet that we criminal
The demon inside of me keep on tellin' me when to go
So Imma keep reppin' the Midwest Choppers freakin' flows
And I'm about to be on top of this and truly be bustin'
Beggin' for mercy you punk I Aint givin' you nothing
[CHORUS]
We be the best We ain't talking about women we be talking about paper
Already made come and terrible
And the competition is the killa
With or with the buretta tight right under my sweater
And we hide it delopta be where my killas
But my dealers are betta
Like a blender leeroy like a guillotine
Chop yo hands out and throw me out the window
Watch yo lyrical
Thru the atp
WHEN WE COME TO THE STREET WE DON POST ON THE BLOCK
For the killa I'ma lift my middle finger up to the cop
So On the way to the studio we be makin another hot track
They be lovin the way we spit it
Boy they want our position but they ain't never get it
In the hone of the pacific
We the definiton of a soldier
My opposition is the cultural
I spit like a tomic
Me and my killa are guerillas
Boy we tryin to battle cuz they want our position
But they ain't never get it
Man I told you
We the number one competitors dealin
Working the way to the top and get the millin
In the hone of the city you can never cross us
You can try to read us
You can try to beat us
Try to get your speed up but it ain't gon matter
Cause after were done bustin a nigga we don after
We takin after techa nina is the master
[CHORUS]
Whenever I'm reppin the city in the cane
Holla your brain cuz I'm a disaster
Dilemma get ready decibel comin atcha
We wanna Come atcha
Because I'm a style master And I'm impressionable now
Just so ya kno now
I make 'em sweat
Cause the best with the flow
Whenever you wanna flex you can go
Keep stressing your code
And I make yo man go
Midwest will flow like
SHE'LL FLOW WITH MORE STRIFE
Cuz the energy is the bomb
I can tell that you fascinated by the way we rhyme
And we flow like with the mo like
Mo strike wit the fire
BABY I KNO U SAY IT OFF
Cuz so senemy enemys now
Irritate with the haters that be comin around so I kick it
Like a realla with the style
Im too set for a cure so and I don't need for a doctor to work
Late for makin yo nerves
Late cause he called ya
Hands down now I popped ya now
Lets take a trip to the back of your real gear
Strange the individual wit ill skill
TALK WIT IT
Let me act like you get tough wit it
When you get out of the truck spittin off the crane
Killers gon be the one to leavin yo bodies
Smoke ya but really
AND THE GAME IS DROP
Cause whenever I'm bustin its like
The full heart stopper
The techa nina get up the flow cause we
Midwest choppaz
[CHORUS]
You better Act right get right
Cause I'm the baddest nigga hookin up with the fastest badass
Hit you with the lyrical lyrical miracle whip incredible knock the head like a several
Diggy diggy down diggy down watcha diggy down
Cook it clown and at the house hold it down diggy diggy__ diggy down
And if you look for the sound you can be found
With the nigga in the crowd are you really wit me?
And when you hear it then nigga then zip it
These make you want to reposition and pivit
When we write it and spit it we makin somebody get it
And if they wont hear it then they wont get it, STOP Oh we can keep babblin on Or rapplin off at the mouth while we travelin And we speakin on on the speakin on the things we be doin comin in to pop my mouth And where the hell were u? And I can stop with the drop With the Caribou And they see me pop I would say was you And I wont hesitate to chop you Until to you While they doin you And if you look at the better at the better to combust you got the Cali gun for fun And if you throw me past the pack man you get it They putting down the gun CHOPPA yousa CHOPPA that techa ninaz a CHOOPA We gon come and Knock your block off You never see us comin hit yah run and walk off Cause is more what we wantin And we come in and headhuntin Wont stop til we get to the top It's the way we Midwest chop yah
Elfuego 2011/07/12 18:28
sickology 101
(feat. Crooked I, Chino XL)
[bell rings]
[Intro - Chopped and Screwed Voice - talking]
Hey, now everybody sit down and shut the fuck up!
Class is now in session
If you came here to hear that lovey dovey shxt - get the fuck out!
If you soft and scared of hardcore shxt - get the fuck out!
For those who love raw shxt - 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 shxt
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 Cadence 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 cannon cockin missions
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
sickology 101
(feat. Crooked I, Chino XL)
[bell rings]
[Intro - Chopped and Screwed Voice - talking]
Hey, now everybody sit down and shut the fuck up!
Class is now in session
If you came here to hear that lovey dovey shxt - get the fuck out!
If you soft and scared of hardcore shxt - get the fuck out!
For those who love raw shxt - 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 shxt
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 Cadence 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 cannon cockin missions
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
Elfuego 2011/07/12 18:34
absolute power
[1st Verse]
Ain't no way you bout to stop this sickness from the
Deepest darkest part of misery psycho alpha schizo
Get your chick she digging me
A.B.S.O.L.U.T.E. P.O.W.E.R.
See me clownin', look at all you player haters
frownin'
Raw, God said kill'em all Tech's backs to the wall
Fighting 4 my life and Imma bust back till they fall
And I ain't even slangin' them thangs I'm hollin' 187
If you trippin' with strange
I'm really real with it,
like my homey A.J. say deal with it
Pushin' and pullin', fightin' 4 the mill ticket,
in a minute imma do it like a villain
Imma get'em in the middle of a Bomb,
put'em on the spot till the funk go pop and
I bet he never have another quam.
Tech nizzle, when I'm thizzled it's who B you
rollin' with
Dave, Trav, Violet Brown and 3DQ
Hootie Hoo
for those who not knowing that Mizzou thee true,
Imma tell ya like the swedish would say it;
sug min kuk
[Chorus]
Absolute power
That's the only way to roll
Absolute power
They love us everywhere we go
Absolute power
Tecca nina's bout to blow
Absolute power
Absolute power
[Repeat 2x]
[2nd Verse]
I do hip hop, and I mix it with the hard rock
Designing this rhyming 4 climbing
Tech N9ne he's unwinding
The shining it's blinding,
greedy so we constantly grinding
I been in the game 16 years making rap tunes,
raising hella havoc up in the classroom
now in 02 you can watch me
clownin' diamonds shining watchin' dvd's on
The Hachitachi
It's all Jesus, now I keep the crowds pumpin' they
Jumpin' get back to the tele we rollin' and stickin'
Somethin' racing to the main line absolute power
Is having Halle Berry and Juliet Lewis at the same
time
Oh that's how strange niggas run, listen to the villain
With the gun associated tongue we're close to the
end but not done
the Tech's just began begun
beginning to begin to have fun
The curse, is tryin' to put me in the hearst
but I will not tumble first things first,
took a lot of shxt and I can't take more
F%*k Jay Farries and everybody
Down wit'em and fuck JCOR.
[Chorus]
[Repeat 2x]
[3rd Verse]
Thanks to Strange Music I'm comin' and all my
Enemies they runnin' now all my haters bummin'
cause I was summoned,
we Kansas City players
and we bout sold game,
we make it so that Tech N9ne is a household name
How many points you got? I got 50 here's a
question to the censorship committee
who's the biggest gangs of niggas in the city,
my villains are Gritty,
Big Scoob, Txx Will, Bakarii,
rest in peace Short Nitty
Power the evil way is power the people say
Rebel yellin' with felons and my pockets are swellin'
This beats from Berlin Germany throwin' up Mizzizy
So ain't no other city concerning me
I teach it and I speak it very loosely
Stamina gunnin'
got player haters running profusely
Now I got the parents pissed and
Ready to noose me, cause they know that
Absolute power corrupts, absolutely
[Chorus]
[Repeat 4x]
absolute power
[1st Verse]
Ain't no way you bout to stop this sickness from the
Deepest darkest part of misery psycho alpha schizo
Get your chick she digging me
A.B.S.O.L.U.T.E. P.O.W.E.R.
See me clownin', look at all you player haters
frownin'
Raw, God said kill'em all Tech's backs to the wall
Fighting 4 my life and Imma bust back till they fall
And I ain't even slangin' them thangs I'm hollin' 187
If you trippin' with strange
I'm really real with it,
like my homey A.J. say deal with it
Pushin' and pullin', fightin' 4 the mill ticket,
in a minute imma do it like a villain
Imma get'em in the middle of a Bomb,
put'em on the spot till the funk go pop and
I bet he never have another quam.
Tech nizzle, when I'm thizzled it's who B you
rollin' with
Dave, Trav, Violet Brown and 3DQ
Hootie Hoo
for those who not knowing that Mizzou thee true,
Imma tell ya like the swedish would say it;
sug min kuk
[Chorus]
Absolute power
That's the only way to roll
Absolute power
They love us everywhere we go
Absolute power
Tecca nina's bout to blow
Absolute power
Absolute power
[Repeat 2x]
[2nd Verse]
I do hip hop, and I mix it with the hard rock
Designing this rhyming 4 climbing
Tech N9ne he's unwinding
The shining it's blinding,
greedy so we constantly grinding
I been in the game 16 years making rap tunes,
raising hella havoc up in the classroom
now in 02 you can watch me
clownin' diamonds shining watchin' dvd's on
The Hachitachi
It's all Jesus, now I keep the crowds pumpin' they
Jumpin' get back to the tele we rollin' and stickin'
Somethin' racing to the main line absolute power
Is having Halle Berry and Juliet Lewis at the same
time
Oh that's how strange niggas run, listen to the villain
With the gun associated tongue we're close to the
end but not done
the Tech's just began begun
beginning to begin to have fun
The curse, is tryin' to put me in the hearst
but I will not tumble first things first,
took a lot of shxt and I can't take more
F%*k Jay Farries and everybody
Down wit'em and fuck JCOR.
[Chorus]
[Repeat 2x]
[3rd Verse]
Thanks to Strange Music I'm comin' and all my
Enemies they runnin' now all my haters bummin'
cause I was summoned,
we Kansas City players
and we bout sold game,
we make it so that Tech N9ne is a household name
How many points you got? I got 50 here's a
question to the censorship committee
who's the biggest gangs of niggas in the city,
my villains are Gritty,
Big Scoob, Txx Will, Bakarii,
rest in peace Short Nitty
Power the evil way is power the people say
Rebel yellin' with felons and my pockets are swellin'
This beats from Berlin Germany throwin' up Mizzizy
So ain't no other city concerning me
I teach it and I speak it very loosely
Stamina gunnin'
got player haters running profusely
Now I got the parents pissed and
Ready to noose me, cause they know that
Absolute power corrupts, absolutely
[Chorus]
[Repeat 4x]
Elfuego 2011/07/24 14:24
FANS
[Verse 1]
I was down on my luck
Out of my bucks
Growlin' my gut while in a rut
How I was smilin' when falice was callin' on uh
I was proud and I bust loud and enough to rally them up
My style is a child it was roudy and ruff
Such as life, when the dope ain't sellin'
The soap aint smellin'
Ripe dough aint swellin', no hope but nope I ain't failing tonight
And into the contest with nothin in my palm just
A microphone and god next to Tech to bless and I'm set
I won, the people voted for me to take the paper
Was fate the way it happened the show fell on
The day of my graduation day, so I chose the show
To go open for EPMD and Gaume that's how it was suppose to go
I didn't know that I was chosen never
Expected it but these people saw while the other
Haters rejected it, I tore through the hardest part
Of this art when most neglected it, I poured out
My soul on to the paper and you accepted it
[Chorus] X2
You are my heart, you are my soul
I thank you for all you done for me
You are my art, you are my flow
My fans made it for everyone to see
Forever accepting N9nes soul
[Verse 2]
In Kansas City
A lot of fans is with me
Started doing shows with crazy flows and it expanded quickly
Tech Ninnas band of hippies
Ran the sh-t we handed strictly
I landed scripts that damaged emcees
Ripped these calamitously
And I ain't have nothin'
Not a cent to my name, man
I just had bussin' I just vent through my brain
When I went through the rain
You all invented my lane
Cause you went to the strange events to see strength in my pain
You saved my life
Damn you made my life, grand
I love these times with you all even though it made my wife
Scram cause all the time I spent I grind for thine and
Rhyme again I sign your skin and bind a friend tonight different kinds of kin
Technicians, Juggalos, Juggalettes, Kottonmouth Kings, and Queens
Gangbangers, Colledge Kids, Metal Heads they all seen the dream
Of me being the king this almost brings a string of tears meaning I sing to all of you that's been on my team
[Chorus] X2
You are my heart, you are my soul
I thank you for all you done for me
You are my art, you are my flow
My fans made it for everyone to see
Forever accepting N9nes soul
[Verse 3]
You took me over seas to Germany and Sweden, Australia
Switzerland, Amsterdam, and paris I'm seeing
Fans in red clothes in Norway and Spain in Monaco
We honor thoughs that rep the strange lane
Couldn't ask for a better life or better fam, yeah
My fans they set us right so they get a jam and
All of my heart and soul and confusion ready to start
The pollution bring my art from allusion to me rulin'
And I will never let you down I swear to you
Industry be aware the clown is up in here to scare a few
And stare at you with a glare that shoos the square that's not aware of Tech
And caribou but all hail the fans up forever there for you
I didn't know that I was chosen never
Expected it but these people saw while the other
Haters rejected it, I tore through the hardest part
Of this art when most neglected it, I poured out
My soul on to the paper and you accepted it
[Chorus] X2
You are my heart, you are my soul
I thank you for all you done for me
You are my art, you are my flow
My fans made it for everyone to see
Forever accepting N9nes soul
[Outro]
I'm back stage right before I go on
And I hear everybody screaming my name
Tech N9ne, Tech N9ne
It trips me out like, I can't beleive this is my job
Still to this day, and there 60, 000 people out there
No matter how many people out there
I f-ckin' love it, my fans what would I do without you
I love you
FANS
[Verse 1]
I was down on my luck
Out of my bucks
Growlin' my gut while in a rut
How I was smilin' when falice was callin' on uh
I was proud and I bust loud and enough to rally them up
My style is a child it was roudy and ruff
Such as life, when the dope ain't sellin'
The soap aint smellin'
Ripe dough aint swellin', no hope but nope I ain't failing tonight
And into the contest with nothin in my palm just
A microphone and god next to Tech to bless and I'm set
I won, the people voted for me to take the paper
Was fate the way it happened the show fell on
The day of my graduation day, so I chose the show
To go open for EPMD and Gaume that's how it was suppose to go
I didn't know that I was chosen never
Expected it but these people saw while the other
Haters rejected it, I tore through the hardest part
Of this art when most neglected it, I poured out
My soul on to the paper and you accepted it
[Chorus] X2
You are my heart, you are my soul
I thank you for all you done for me
You are my art, you are my flow
My fans made it for everyone to see
Forever accepting N9nes soul
[Verse 2]
In Kansas City
A lot of fans is with me
Started doing shows with crazy flows and it expanded quickly
Tech Ninnas band of hippies
Ran the sh-t we handed strictly
I landed scripts that damaged emcees
Ripped these calamitously
And I ain't have nothin'
Not a cent to my name, man
I just had bussin' I just vent through my brain
When I went through the rain
You all invented my lane
Cause you went to the strange events to see strength in my pain
You saved my life
Damn you made my life, grand
I love these times with you all even though it made my wife
Scram cause all the time I spent I grind for thine and
Rhyme again I sign your skin and bind a friend tonight different kinds of kin
Technicians, Juggalos, Juggalettes, Kottonmouth Kings, and Queens
Gangbangers, Colledge Kids, Metal Heads they all seen the dream
Of me being the king this almost brings a string of tears meaning I sing to all of you that's been on my team
[Chorus] X2
You are my heart, you are my soul
I thank you for all you done for me
You are my art, you are my flow
My fans made it for everyone to see
Forever accepting N9nes soul
[Verse 3]
You took me over seas to Germany and Sweden, Australia
Switzerland, Amsterdam, and paris I'm seeing
Fans in red clothes in Norway and Spain in Monaco
We honor thoughs that rep the strange lane
Couldn't ask for a better life or better fam, yeah
My fans they set us right so they get a jam and
All of my heart and soul and confusion ready to start
The pollution bring my art from allusion to me rulin'
And I will never let you down I swear to you
Industry be aware the clown is up in here to scare a few
And stare at you with a glare that shoos the square that's not aware of Tech
And caribou but all hail the fans up forever there for you
I didn't know that I was chosen never
Expected it but these people saw while the other
Haters rejected it, I tore through the hardest part
Of this art when most neglected it, I poured out
My soul on to the paper and you accepted it
[Chorus] X2
You are my heart, you are my soul
I thank you for all you done for me
You are my art, you are my flow
My fans made it for everyone to see
Forever accepting N9nes soul
[Outro]
I'm back stage right before I go on
And I hear everybody screaming my name
Tech N9ne, Tech N9ne
It trips me out like, I can't beleive this is my job
Still to this day, and there 60, 000 people out there
No matter how many people out there
I f-ckin' love it, my fans what would I do without you
I love you
Elfuego 2011/07/24 14:26
like yeah
Hey
It's time to get into some sin/
You been listenin to gibberish hits in the interim
Them are done cause hear me come/
To make you stand up, stand tough, hands up, damn ya
If you don't get it get rid of it, trip if you diggin it
I guess I got more than my balls . and my word
I got broads in a herd chasin this and all on my nerves
They got the illness
They feel this – realness . chill bitch
I got the bed that's too crowded for you to come get in it
I spit that tech shiza off to y'all
It's crazy even Michael Jackson said it's off the wall
I brought the sickness . big techs . live less . midwest
I be the best don't forget it nobody can get wit it
So when you see me in the spot, bow down trick
I eat, drink, sleep, dress, look and sound rich/
So jump up, they pumped up, crunked up . everyone must/
Stop wit the jealousy wit me the hatas be riveted/
(K.I.L.L) E to the r uh dot (bang!) just ain't fair, that when I pop up the spot be like YEAH!/
Chorus:
Killer killer . it's the bone thrilla – an if they feel ya . they screamin like
yeah yeah yeah/
like yeah yeah yeah/
Mr Mr "quick to get wit'cha"/
chick if she get the whiff of this
she be like
yeah yeah yeah/
like yeah yeah yeah/
I’m back with the heat – and yes YoungFyre produced it
With true spit, I get lots of relish with strange music
My crews thick – deuce click – n’ guess who’s wit – two chicks (Tech N9ne!)
In my lou of caribou sift
the Super Dew lifts
Everybody in the party will lose it
Vodka and Mt. Dew is the new shxt
Thanks to Icy Rock and Demonica
We honor Ya
And I got so much money sometimes it feels like I’m wearin a Yamakuh
You can not monitor my money I monetarily astonish ya
So what’s all the bad comments and all the drama for
I can produce a picture
Stop with the truths that hit ya
I’m at the top but . I be poppin and shootin wit ya
Tip of my shoulder now
Mr. Nice Guy is over wow
To a ritzy and older style
From ditzy and Gomer Pyle
Look at my checks swell
Chicks with wet tails
Ready to Rock it
In my pocket – got the Trojan magnum XL’s
(K.I.L.L) E to the r uh dot (bang!) just ain't fair, that when I pop up the spot be like YEAH!
_-*CHORUS*-_
Tech N9ne, Yeahh..
I think they really mad
Yeah, Yeah this is Kansas City mane
The Industry’s still punks
That’s why they real slump
But when we indies drop all our records we will dump
Havin a good time to stackin it with Travis we laid back
Doin about a hundred and fifty with slaps and a Maybach
Hatahs of course you doubt, that I’m makin a warped amount
I got Ozone, Murderdog's double XL and Source's accounts
What’s all the fuss about?
Killer in and remorse's out
F%*k Mark Cerami
You heard that from the horse’s mouth
It ain’t coming from RBC
It ain’t coming from Fontana
It’s comin from Strange Music
Don Tana in a calm manner
I say this in baritone
We come to get all cheddah
Huntin you in yo dreams
You wake up screamin in falsetto
MTV clipped me birthday bash show
I got fans like Kat Castro that will boost my cash flow
MTV, completely we sick of it
Won’t give a bit
To see in my eyes, the blood in my ligaments
You can see that Tech-a-nina don’t give a shxt
(K.I.L.L) E to the r uh dot (bang!) just ain't fair, that when I pop up the spot be like YEAH!/
like yeah
Hey
It's time to get into some sin/
You been listenin to gibberish hits in the interim
Them are done cause hear me come/
To make you stand up, stand tough, hands up, damn ya
If you don't get it get rid of it, trip if you diggin it
I guess I got more than my balls . and my word
I got broads in a herd chasin this and all on my nerves
They got the illness
They feel this – realness . chill bitch
I got the bed that's too crowded for you to come get in it
I spit that tech shiza off to y'all
It's crazy even Michael Jackson said it's off the wall
I brought the sickness . big techs . live less . midwest
I be the best don't forget it nobody can get wit it
So when you see me in the spot, bow down trick
I eat, drink, sleep, dress, look and sound rich/
So jump up, they pumped up, crunked up . everyone must/
Stop wit the jealousy wit me the hatas be riveted/
(K.I.L.L) E to the r uh dot (bang!) just ain't fair, that when I pop up the spot be like YEAH!/
Chorus:
Killer killer . it's the bone thrilla – an if they feel ya . they screamin like
yeah yeah yeah/
like yeah yeah yeah/
Mr Mr "quick to get wit'cha"/
chick if she get the whiff of this
she be like
yeah yeah yeah/
like yeah yeah yeah/
I’m back with the heat – and yes YoungFyre produced it
With true spit, I get lots of relish with strange music
My crews thick – deuce click – n’ guess who’s wit – two chicks (Tech N9ne!)
In my lou of caribou sift
the Super Dew lifts
Everybody in the party will lose it
Vodka and Mt. Dew is the new shxt
Thanks to Icy Rock and Demonica
We honor Ya
And I got so much money sometimes it feels like I’m wearin a Yamakuh
You can not monitor my money I monetarily astonish ya
So what’s all the bad comments and all the drama for
I can produce a picture
Stop with the truths that hit ya
I’m at the top but . I be poppin and shootin wit ya
Tip of my shoulder now
Mr. Nice Guy is over wow
To a ritzy and older style
From ditzy and Gomer Pyle
Look at my checks swell
Chicks with wet tails
Ready to Rock it
In my pocket – got the Trojan magnum XL’s
(K.I.L.L) E to the r uh dot (bang!) just ain't fair, that when I pop up the spot be like YEAH!
_-*CHORUS*-_
Tech N9ne, Yeahh..
I think they really mad
Yeah, Yeah this is Kansas City mane
The Industry’s still punks
That’s why they real slump
But when we indies drop all our records we will dump
Havin a good time to stackin it with Travis we laid back
Doin about a hundred and fifty with slaps and a Maybach
Hatahs of course you doubt, that I’m makin a warped amount
I got Ozone, Murderdog's double XL and Source's accounts
What’s all the fuss about?
Killer in and remorse's out
F%*k Mark Cerami
You heard that from the horse’s mouth
It ain’t coming from RBC
It ain’t coming from Fontana
It’s comin from Strange Music
Don Tana in a calm manner
I say this in baritone
We come to get all cheddah
Huntin you in yo dreams
You wake up screamin in falsetto
MTV clipped me birthday bash show
I got fans like Kat Castro that will boost my cash flow
MTV, completely we sick of it
Won’t give a bit
To see in my eyes, the blood in my ligaments
You can see that Tech-a-nina don’t give a shxt
(K.I.L.L) E to the r uh dot (bang!) just ain't fair, that when I pop up the spot be like YEAH!/
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