"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)

fuck food-ft- lil wayne Yeah Ahah Ahah Ahah-ah Yeah Yeah-uh (Can you see?) Yeah-uh (See ‘em live) Uhoh-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-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 “Uncle” 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-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

"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

Hard to say which one best amongst this three.

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

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]

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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

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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