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COME GANGSTA LYRICS [Intro: Some guys talking] The spiked red hair...and the..and the, paint on his face Whow, hold on man, Tech is losein' it man He's not as grounded as he used to be Tech was a devil worshiper You know you see a black dude with red hair And a long beard, I mean look he look scary to me too Yeah that nigga Tech man he sellin' out man That..that's he's doin' that for the white folks That white shxt he doin' man [Verse 1: Tech N9ne] I've been writing for Nineteen years for sure Haters in these times Niggaz don't wanna see me shine Stop me, and then try and tell me (Come gangsta) And then compare me to Nelly (What ya bang bra) So this songs is gonna tell me (???) Hey, I've been bustin' And fizz knuckin' bitches It tizz nothin' for years puffin' I've been clutchin' riches from his muffin' Heres fuck you niggaz this is toughin' I (Don't know what the fuck you thinkin' tellin me this shxt is hella fake) Say, since way back in the days rappin' The blaze happen I raised raves craves days would blade packin' And stage saggin' Theys wackin' Nina stays layed backin' I (Rap at niggaz contantly they never know the money Nina makes) Hey, this is amazin' how niggaz formulate they hatin' You fuckin' fornicate your mistakin' We can never coralate cause you fakin', huh Who's bringin' in through the bacon, huh Who's keepin' this shakin', huh (Got any questions Sinister Tech and Tecca Nina niggaz know the rest) Gay, is all you punks and mitch bades diss in your trunk won't get played on the radio Too gangsta for an old lady bro Gangsta niggaz don't hate me no Wanksta niggaz won't face me though (Talkin' shxt and ?? people tellin' me that I really need a vest) Okay [Bridge 1: Tech N9ne] I rep the town harder than any of you niggaz Where ever I stand my bills the same punk And you got the nerve to tell me [Hook: Tech N9ne] Come gangsta Throw your rags in the air And know that nobody there Will compare to your gangsta Saggin' pants to the floor Every womens a bitch or a whore When your gangsta Pack ya guns in the club If they shrug to them thugs mean mug ya come gangsta Is what they sayin' to me [Verse 2: Tech N9ne] I shoulda been done come wit a gun For the ones who bump they gums who the one Said a nigga was'nt gonna make another record said I was wack and washed up done Said a nigga might scare lil' ones He's a fuckin' nightmare, here he comes Really red hair and my face painted They said (Gangsta) ???? is so (Gangsta) But I really ain't (Gangsta) I need to come up wit a (Gangsta) Scritch the scratch the nigga fat tone is so (Gangsta) You need a bit of that (Gangsta) You need to hang wit a (Gangsta) Mr. Stinky vigalante so (Gangsta) Brother Lynch is (Gangsta) ???? is (Gangsta) 57 RDVs are so (Gangsta) The nigga fifty is so (Gangsta) They say When you in them streets, creep creep Cause some gangstas want a head blast Cause I run with the red rags And try make the feds flash Try to swipe my bread stash (That's that bullshxt I'm gon skip and try to go get the money grip) Okay, you niggaz kill me in Nosferatu ??? bit my shxt Cause you niggaz fill me surprised that I got you right here with my shxt So you gotta be thankfull to who? By the way homie what's gangsta to you? (Money, dope and alcohol and plenty bitches all up on your dick) I got that How can C-Bo be wrong? How can Yukmouth be wrong? How can Lynch be wrong? How can 2Pac be wrong? Bitch! [Hook] [Verse 3: Tech N9ne] I've been nice to you rapper cats for a long time I left Kansas City so them other cats can gon shine But it seems these punks are confussed because I'm my own kind But I'm back on deck cause Kansas City is who's throne? Mine! This ain't no punk shxt Nigga this is strength at it's finest I made this shxt so you all you sins can rewind it Meaning, you pussys who says this Tech shxt ain't hard for real And try to disregard the real You mutherfuckers is hard to feel I get your death threats cause I'm the king bitch Money, groupies, drugs, alcohol and bling shxt But I stay a hella game And you punks is so lame Cause my mobbin' gangsta track will destroy your whole tank I've been with every rapper who's legendary Underground to mainstream know that Tech is very hard Cause I bring the heater Love me cause I'm your leader Bitches they suck my peter While I drinkin' Margaritas Niggaz get layed down Seven displayed sounds N9ne the crayzed klown Lines like sprayed rounds This is for all you haters who don't pump my shxt If you say this ain't gangsta then you can suck my dick! I might look like a clown But you niggaz sound like a motherfuckin' circus F%*k you motherfuckers! [Outro: Yukmouth] This nigga is the tightest nigga movin' man I mean...Tech N9ne will demolish all you niggaz From the stage show, to rockin' the mic you name it Thats why I roll wit him he my favorite rapper real talk Tech N9ne

SICKOLOGY 101 LYRICS [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

DEMONS Lyrics [Chorus:] When I was 1 and a 2 and a 3 and a 4 I knew I was a special one who had a little more And they wondered why I was plotting, rotten to the core It was nothin but an itty bitty demon There's a demon inside a me can I kill it (hell naw) Can I kill it (hell naw) Can I kill it (hell naw) There's a demon inside a me can I kill it (hell naw) Can I kill it (hell naw) Can I kill it (hell naw) [Verse 1: ~Tech N9ne~] Yo It make me wanna drink a lot (ehr) Go up in the pink wit not (ehr) This the reason I ain't at ease and currently on the brink of pot (ehr) This the reason I sit at the window with the milla wishin a nigga gon come break in (chaa) It is the reason I be freakin the women deeper lovin makin her silly because I done they friend (chaa) It is the reason I bang (chaa) It is definately the reason I slang DIstributed the caine The reason I'm super soakin in the pain (ehr) And startin to love it (ehr) It's wantin to give me way more of it They want me to lug it through the mud And thus the reason with happy people I'm disgusted (chaa) I'm talkin about those thangs that make you do bad things (chaa) Livin the evil up in the fast lane (chaa) Makin me wanna have ? beatin the hell outta people makin me mad mayne (chaa) Gave me the gun when I ran up in ?dealins? in 9th grade With a sligh rage I was ice age (chaa) Another reason Tecca Nina won't have any light days Voted me the King of Darkness (ehr) Voted me to be really heartless (ehr) All up in my spirt they march they makin me start sparkin at the targets (ehr) Woke up today I was steamin Cuz when I found out I was not dreamin Because the host that afloats me the most was a goddam demon (Demon, demon) [Chorus:] When I was 1 and a 2 and a 3 and a 4 I knew I was a special one who had a little more And they wondered why I was plottin, rotten to the core It was nothin but an itty bitty demon There's a demon inside a me can I kill it (hell naw) Can I kill it (hell naw) Can I kill it (hell naw) There's a demon inside a me can I kill it (hell naw) Can I kill it (hell naw) Can I kill it (hell naw) [DJ Paul:] See it's a demon inside'a me n I'm thinkin its that dope It's got me doin shxt a nigga never'a never even done befoe It got me kickin the doo' Of folks I don't even know Straight wildin 9-11 time a fuckin' thousand Buck like burkly housin, my glock is so erousin Make you stand a'ten hut the way that bitch be shoutin' Somethin' like a scary movie, nigga but I'm scarier Bury ya, Memphis Tenn black Heaven area Buck nigga, get buck bitch, get wit' mey 'N I'mma show ya how this Tripple 6'll get sillay Psycho, like no, other individual Glock with the red beam to keep you in my visual Three 6, n Tech Ninna, would'a like an Aquafina? Desert Eagle, 50 cal, Tell me have ya seen'a - pussy juice, still on my shxt From this hoe I just raped In a fuckin' hustla face, shot him in his fuckin face When I was one, and a two, and a three, and a four I knew, I was special one who a little more And they, wondered why I was plumb rotten to the core It was nothin but an itty bitty demon There's a demon inside'a me can I kill it? Hell naw! Can I kill it? Hell naw! Can I kill it? Hell naw! There's a demon inside'a me can I kill it? Hell naw! Can I kill it? Hell naw! Can I kill it? Hell naw! [Juicy J:] This fish food powder will make you hype Go into a bar, get into bar fights Have you walkin' around all night Lookin' like a fool like somethin aint right That extacy pill will make you feel it Look at a bitch, girl you gonn' get it You wanna act kinda funny with me, you can suck my dick 'til I nutt on titties Loritab top pills, any kinda pills, vicodin, xanax, ambien, yeah All geeked up, wash it down with a beer Did it to myself, nigga its your year Nigga I party like a goddamn fool Back yard barbeque, hoes in the pool Jacked like a muthafucka, stressed like a muthafucka, this my life nigga, so fuck you These funk niggas can't trust niggas, you'll get lit up nigga, get stuck nigga These choppas buck nigga, nigga buck nigga all in yo guts nigga, nigga guts A liquor store gatta get the dough, walked in with the fo' get em on the floo' nigga I'm so damn cold I ain't tryin' fold nigga, I kick in doo's if ya got the go nigga Yeah we murda, put the clip in, (?check a list?) put the head in?) Kill and kill, buck your children Kidnap her for half a million Juicy J, yea I'm the realest in the game I'm gonna get it Coke n weed n plenty women Yeah I'm out herr makin' that killin' When I was one, and a two, and a three, and a four I knew, I was special one who a little more And they, wondered why I was plumb rotten to the core It was nothin but an itty bitty demon/ There's a demon inside'a me can I kill it? Hell naw! Can I kill it? Hell naw! Can I kill it? Hell naw! There's a demon inside'a me can I kill it? Hell naw! Can I kill it? Hell naw! Can I kill it? Hell naw! [Tech N9ne:] No where to run-u-un No where to hi-i-ide Demon in si-i-ide No where to run-u-un No where to hi-i-ide Demon in si-i-ide

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