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from Tech N9Ne - Absolute Power (2002)
[Tech talkin]
Huh, My nigga Don Juan...damn I Been knowin you a long time nigga, heh We did a lot of shit together man On this music tip man Beautiful shit we did dog Remember when we went out to L.A. man, wit Quincy man Made all that shit pop Yukmouth and everybody Dubb see and everybody Had a lot of good times dog Know what I'm sizzlin But that shits about to come to an end dog Ya know Never have I ever crossed anybody, y'all niggas know me The sands of time have already started to pour against you dog So listen hard Cuzz I'm speak real softly Like this [Tech N9ne] Just think What if I could just, just blink ya shit away Niggas think Because a nigga bust, I grips and grips to pay The pain grows in fame and kangos we're changin strange hoes Who bang in Range Roves for thangs same shows, wit lames The rains goes will stain and insane foes who drain And hang rows wit brains If you brought it, that means you got it And if you brought, that means you should have shot it Cuzz I'm about to drop the ray and Nina Locked to kill a liter Proped to meaner nigga I pop the millameter Demarco I'm bout to spark flow ya bark so hearts wit parts Gonna make ya heart blow (heart blow), blood And don't be was-in, cuzz-in me buggin me Bout dubbs I be musclin these clubs really lovin me It hurts my nigga the hurt my nigga But hurt my nigga is what's inspiring these spurts my nigga At first my nigga Used to be my homie, used to be my ace Yellin you gonna slap the taste out my mouth Nigga I never scare Savoir faires everywhere If you need me believe me its easy To put hoes in shock to tizzie Watch the wizzie These glocks'll talk fa shizzie [Hook: repeat 2X] Some say I should worry and watch where I walk Yada yada yada nigga, that's just talk I'm a friend, if I was a foe, I would be Kno-kno-kno-kno-kno-kno-kno-knockin at yo front door [Tech N9ne] Industry's faulty, idustry's salty (man) The industry cost me, industry brought me (pain) The industry taught me, industry caught me (strain) And you niggas know that the industry's awfully (vain) I ain't a snake nigga all I did is make niggas money Wit sonny now its funny, you playa hate niggas Over some cake the fake of a show me state nigga In my face will be Don Juan The Great to late nigga I don't speak a lot I peep a lot I creep a lot And people who speakin usually weak and out for peace and no beef a lot Remember we used to kick it like bros Now you niggas act like bitches and hoes Wit ya licorice souls Tecca N9ne I got the wickedest flows No kid in this MO, no mysery will ever get wit this Rouge I'm pissed in this hole Little for side a crypt in his soul Instead of a rap I should have twisted his nose Who kept Short Nitty from killin you (Me) Who kept Diamond from drillin you (Me) Whp kept villain niggas from bill dealin you (Me) So now you can take away me and keep on talkin crazy And I'ma let 'em know where you keep your baby And where you stay D [Hook] [Tech N9ne] You can't turn enough muthfackas against me You can't find a harder rapper that'll convince me I'm wit the Canties, the Ashbees, the White Bears La Zhunes, the Harris's, and the muthafuckin Timleys The theories, the buyers, the Kennedy's You know the families that are known to be bad for humanity Can he be bad, can he be tough, can he be rough No cream puff are considered to be rough enough Nobody likes you not even ya bitches I'm a witness They sick of yo disrespectful way of speakin explicit Always talkin about how big yo dick is Betta hope Anghellic go mutli-platinum to get yo riches, blood This is the end of men who were once friends and then One asshole thought he was somethin When punks bend over they get FUCKED (get fucked) So hand over them Tech tapes or get STUCK (get stucked) You must think I'm soft for talkin to Icey Rock bout the Nina out I'm trippin without a doubt I'm a tell you really is yo friend Mail Bakari and maybe you and him can get together And tell like it is again It's over man, I hope you brought your novacain I know the pain, is slowly takin over brain So calm that mufuckin wombat I don't need no Don Juan tracks To come bomb on rap [Hook] [Tech talkin] That's what I'm speakin on dog that's real shit Nigga once said to me Nigga walk around like his shit don't stink Gonna cut ya nose off and stick up ya ass so you can smell that shit man Ya know what I'm sizzlin Dog...you drew first blood man That was dog shit You know what I'm sizzlin That ain't no friend Talkin bout knockin me out nigga Ya know what are we Yo [Tech N9ne] Dr. Dre here I come Timbaland here I come Neptunes here I come Rik Rok here I come Alchemist here I come Sick Jack here I come Boscoe here I come Swizz Beats here I come Trackmasters here I come Don Juan be done |
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from Tech N9Ne - Absolute Power (2002)
[Tech N9ne]
I'ma tell y'all a lil' story man, yaknahm'sayin? {*thunder*} Yo this is a song about, somebody who did me wrong dawg I thought you was my homie man.. I guess not Fuck it... You was supposed to be my, dawg Homie when I first met you what was told to me was, fraud What a shocker, and imposter, I've been crossed, I lost ya My best friend turned out to be an enemy, that's endin me Hidden, no sympathy, no empathy either, homie I never denied ya Nuttin that you wanted - women? I never playa-hated I hooked you up, booked you up from the beginning This enemy had love for you, shared blood for ya When ya wanted to dig I dug for ya nigga But you a double-crosser, nasty hand-tosser I shoulda known you was evil - when ya told me you was cool for we could be sex fools when we under the steeple, the retrieval I'm tryna get my life back No more stoppin women from puttin a knife at ya cap Remember when we was kickin it, bitches was givin it everyday We did it in everyway, but the respect went away You got a mind of your own now You're grown now, can I ask you a question? Did you forget we kinfolks nigga, we the same complexion? I'm stressin -- you was always in front of me so I listened Everyday you wanted me on a mission I even let you have sex with my lady like a G Infatuated with you and not me I sucked it up, I got back wit her, you fucked it up By lettin her know I was creepin around, with every chick in the town, BUSTER! I shoulda known not to trust ya Listen I'm losin my life because of you! I lost my life because of you! I'm losin my wife because of you! I even had sex and a baby with the crazy bitch you introduced me to! Now I'm straight depressed, I hate your flesh But fate was just, belate to Tech, laid to rest Everytime you got drawers, you made my poor little life fall Nigga ya got balls - you ain't never had a partner like me REAL, I never ever sold ya pipe dreams Personal yes it might seem, nigga when you was burnin I went to get the doctor's side cleaned Looked out for ya health, and this is the respect I get? Hater, ya neck I'll slit, but I cain't 'cause I'm attached to ya And I don't know why, sometimes I wish you would just die That would eliminate all this hurt Maybe I could get up outta all this dirt, ya caused me So strong, nothing could stop you, not even cerebral palsey I can't believe it; my best homie turned on me You musta forgot we grew up together I'm through, life is over now, there's nothin else to do Point the finger and blame it on you... [Tech + (sung)] (It's all because of you, you, you) I lost my girl, my world, is upside down because I found you wasn't shit (It's all because of you, you, you) Broke us in two, you untrue, don't know what to do, I'm talkin to you (who?) my dick... {*chanting and thunder till fade*} |
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from Tech N9Ne - Anghellic (2003)
Dwamn
Everybody's off up in the place Like Dwamn Women throwin' booties in my face Like dwamn Am I teccanina you can bet that I am Down for wham bam thank you mam Like dwamn This is for all of y'all killers Who buy my records supporting all my dogs When I'm in your town Can I pub crawl with y'all Go back home with your Silky drawers baby doll Exodus insanus nocturnus Never your clan cannot learn us y'all dead cold and I'm a furnace With hella hot burners I vibe like no other man when I'm in another land Use a rubber band I don't love her man Bell till I bail ride till I die Yes I'm that gang related nigga yellin' why Haters find it hard for them to see How hard nina be Tell me who you came to see (Chorus) TechN9NE TechN9NE Been on TV been on CD's Who been that mystery What's my name TechN9NE TechN9NE And what you gain from me Is pain from me Tell me who you came to see (repeat 2x) (2nd Verse) Bout to bring it back boss doggin' boss ballin' bigger than beitnam We brop bombs On the boulevard Bickin' it With my biggas bubblin' bouncin' Big bootie blacks and blonds Ronnz from Berlin all the way To Don Juan's Kansas City's me front lawn One man beyond bomb Come with crazy shit Get your ass on the dance floor You lazy bitch In order to bring the bread cream in I got to keep them heads ringin' You trip and you's a dead demon No spread semen leavin' Groupies on the bed dreamin' Her newlywed steamin' With the infrared beamin' Do I have to get my gun For this punk spit one for this punk Villain I ain't bought To have ta run from this punk I dump Nigga what I keep it crunk And cranked lumps in banks Your girl's getting' pumped and spanked Who you aim to be Who you claim to be Do you aim to be Insane bane with me Can you hang with me Man claim strange with me Dangerously Then tell me who you came to see (Chorus) TechN9NE TechN9NE Been on TV been on CD's Who been that mystery What's my name TechN9NE TechN9NE And what you gain from me Is pain from me Tell me who you came to see (repeat 2x) (3rd Verse) You better blow that shit out If it ain't greeny green Better throw that shit out Kind of funny How I come nina stun niggas Out of money Then I run with a gun trigger Get us in a club killer When I am in it Women give us love with 'em I'm a damn menace We keepin' it hot Don't cock the glocks If you came to make it hop You're at the spot drop We smoke weed And we drink rum up teccanina Sex we don't stop till We bust nut teccanina Ain't no change in me Ain't no sugar veins in me Ain't no petty kiddy games in me If you're with me And ain't ashamed to be Flamed with me Tell 'em tell 'em Who ya who ya came ta came ta see see (Chorus) TechN9NE TechN9NE Been on TV been on CD's Who been that mystery What's my name TechN9NE TechN9NE And what you gain from me is pain from me Tell me who you came to see (repeat 2x) |
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from Tech N9Ne - Vintage Tech (2005)
All hail to the N9NE!!
You punks thought it was over for me? I should prevail a institation All of the high exalted punks TechN9neee! Move something Do something Scream something AIGHHHTT Cruelsome Gruesome Hoodlums I... V-I-C-T-O-R-Y <i>[Chorus]</i> I'm still climbin Niggaz be rhyming While they gain lip with me So you can keep hatin Now they want me makin Swimming in Victory <i>[Verse 1: Tech N9ne]</i> Yo yo They thought it was over But I gots to bust Call them foes Stealing flows That they got from us What We coming through your city with lots of lust Get the dough get ya hoes then we knock them up and cut Still clowning Jealousy be frowning Keep in the street pounding Haters that be downing Y'all Keep houndin Looking for new sounds That nina done put down Well hey baby you found em We "Victors" Invested in big Wars We coming to get yours We hit till it get sore We spit Acrobatical Never simple schematical Vivid liquid compatible Shrooms X's and Aderals Thought Anghellic wouldn't make it We take it Every time we get your girly butt naked Real melons Still Heaven Still Hellen Still bellin through the city With them class ain't felons At that bar with it The fans know it how we are with it Carobulou with a Church Hill cigar with it Don't never far get it Woman getting targeted Six hundred cars with it Tech is coming hard with it <i>[Chorus 2x]</i> I'm still climbin Niggaz be rhyming While they gain lip with me So you can keep hating Now they wanna make it Swimming in Victory <i>[Verse 2: Tech N9ne]</i> All I wanna see is broads with us Strange hella odd niggaz Roll with them hard Hitters That would mob with us So god get us Player haters that squab with us They bob with us Cause the Techa-Nina is bizarre lecture I'm A (WHAT?!) Party And a Muhani And a punani cannibal Can nobody calm me The killa Dahni is a Zombie and Ho Ladies on the dance floor Let yo homey make you touch your toes Skip them foes Strike a pose Hot as hell Grab your chicken head by the tail A lot of tail Can generate you a lot of mail I'm the victorious You the big time Ya gal took my lizard and licked him And my twins she kissed 'em (MUAHH) So tell me how this Tune sounds You love it so never tune the Boom down You never thought we be some scholars With shrooms round Mexican woman And now we ballers And poon hounds <i>[Chorus 2x]</i> I'm still climbing Niggaz be rhyming While they gain lip with me So you can keep hatin Now they want me makin Swimming in Victory <i>[Verse 3: Tech N9ne]</i> Haha Yo Thats why your mama got a big 'ol butt (OH YEAH) And your sister got a big 'ol butt (OH YEAH) Says your mama and your sister had a big 'ol butt To help the nina bust a big 'ol nut (OH YEAH) I'm the King (king) Niggaz that know it Thats why they want me in the Ring (ring) Hoping I blow up but I love the cream (cream) Is what I mean (mean) No matter what kind of lyrics you like Tech N9ne fans don't want to hear it tonight All hail to my jail homies Cameron, Moberly, Boomville You can bet we soon will Bump head A wise man once said Everybody want go heaven But nobody want dead Numb heads If they diss the Vette Break the mother fuckers down if they disrespect The Tech This is Victory cause I gets the check I leave you player haters glistening wet PUNK BITCH <i>[Chorus 4x]</i> I'm still climbin Niggaz be rhyming While they gain lip with me So you can keep hatin Now they want me makin Swimming in Victory |
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from Tech N9Ne - Anghellic (2003)
Verse 1:
I gets More trips than a Little bit I smoked More dips than a Little bit I'm not that regular When stepping I can't wait Till i can fly Away from My competitor Yeah Santana Can die My psychosis Hopeless Focus Notice My metamorphosis Folks is Broke and jokeless Picture me in a syringe Inserted In an over exerted Felon Antidote having 'em running Eternally Across the helland Dwamn Losing my sanity Living up in Les miserables Fuck bitter broads This shit is gonna have us stacking If there is a God Imma take the X away from generation Place it at The end of S.E. For the duration Upon the level Tell the devil to what Skip a human Imma tell him Behold pale horses Like us Shame on a nigga When he's feeling Hella down for a ninety-nine killing Ain't giving a Fuck I'm putting Nair In your leave in hair conditioner Now you Hari Krishna To my listeners In this rhyme You will find Psychotic scriptures Saying it's something Disrupting my mind (Hook 1) TECH N9NE Your mind is fine There's just not anyone Like you The whole wide world Don't matter No They can't flow Like you Understand (Hook 2) My thoughts are twisted So mixed up (repeat x 4) Verse 2: A I'm lifted be |
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from Tech N9Ne - Absolute Power (2002)
<i>[1st Verse]</i>
Don't you come near me cause the devils sittin' next to me I drink my drink and smoke my weed and pop my extacy. Then add some GHB and mushrooms to the recipe, this means I'm really letting the beast within get the best of me If you can hear me, I need help I'm caught and I'm stuck and I'm trapped in me self don't understand This fucked off hand that G. delt lazarus help Me cause he's hazardous to T's health. He set trippin' he's tryin' to get a nigga killed And get a nigga pealed the other side is gonna rid Him in a field no sentimental feelin's sit'em in necro Buildings, I tried to tell'em where you going you will Not see your women and your children. He popped 15 hits of ex in one night, licked big titts Had sex with some dikes and he won't use protection For my erection constantly makin' me get that Penicillin injection Wait, I hear voices speakin' from inside I'm out front wit it he creepin' and he hides I can't help but notice he's kinda stuck up Imma Let it slide but in the mean time shut the Fuck up, and just ride. <i>[Chorus]</i> I'm a psycho baby It's about to drive me crazy Backwards <i>[Repeat 2 times]</i> <i>[2nd Verse]</i> When I was younger I used to faint at the sight Of blood, now that I'm older I noticed it ain't at the Sight of blood now the sight of blood equals the very First sight of love, menstrual cycles feelin' like you right At your height of drugs Bleed 4 me baby angel hart rage fuckin' you makes Me feel a murderous sensation blood mixed with Ejaculation cum bustin' bump heads till concussions After we done fuckin' if I can't get the spirit I've won Nothin' I got children, and a wife he's thinkin' of Leaping off of buildings taking flight. By Now somebody should have killed him, end his Life but too many mutha fuckers feel him and his mic Somebody stop him cause he's fuckin' up my lively Hood, with me trapped inside this psycho how can I be good to my wifey if it's remotely close to a Punani he's in it monster runnin' us back and forth to The free clinic If you're a friend, time to say too da loo Cause ain't no possible way he can ever be true To you, cancel your appointment to do the do If he wants to kill himself what the fuck you Think he wanna do to you? <i>[Chorus]</i> <i>[(Repeat 2 times) Backwards]</i> <i>[3rd Verse]</i> I am a nightmare walkin', psychopath talkin' brain Deteriorating cause of x pill poppin' I got More troubles what ever you got it doubles And triples and quadruples having fantasies of eating Nipples and noodles Drugs take the pain away, used to have a lot of love But now it fade away The fact that women love the music and they open Their legs 4 a psychopathic nigga that's so fucked up in the Head is beautiful For my family this isn't suitable (devil bitches alert) (No) gotta recruit a few this niggas gonna do me Harm I'm drugged up and I'm torn look at this Mutha fucker he colored my hair orange You can't touch me everybody loves me listening to my Music children are getting ugly. If I told you everything I was thinkin' it wouldn't be G. tellin' you how many Crossed my path just wouldn't be me But they know cause they way lo how bout some ex And fry and ya yo and fuck a ha hlo a lot of Jim Beam To have grim dreams would be healthy I'm trapped In a psychos body can you help me? <i>[Chorus]</i> <i>[(Repeat 4 times) Backwards]</i> |
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from Tech N9Ne - Vintage Tech (2005)
<i>[1st Verse]</i>
Don't you come near me cause the devils sittin' next to me I drink my drink and smoke my weed and pop my extacy. Then add some GHB and mushrooms to the recipe, this means I'm really letting the beast within get the best of me If you can hear me, I need help I'm caught and I'm stuck and I'm trapped in me self don't understand This fucked off hand that G. delt lazarus help Me cause he's hazardous to T's health. He set trippin' he's tryin' to get a nigga killed And get a nigga pealed the other side is gonna rid Him in a field no sentimental feelin's sit'em in necro Buildings, I tried to tell'em where you going you will Not see your women and your children. He popped 15 hits of ex in one night, licked big titts Had sex with some dikes and he won't use protection For my erection constantly makin' me get that Penicillin injection Wait, I hear voices speakin' from inside I'm out front wit it he creepin' and he hides I can't help but notice he's kinda stuck up Imma Let it slide but in the mean time shut the Fuck up, and just ride. <i>[Chorus]</i> I'm a psycho baby It's about to drive me crazy Backwards <i>[Repeat 2 times]</i> <i>[2nd Verse]</i> When I was younger I used to faint at the sight Of blood, now that I'm older I noticed it ain't at the Sight of blood now the sight of blood equals the very First sight of love, menstrual cycles feelin' like you right At your height of drugs Bleed 4 me baby angel hart rage fuckin' you makes Me feel a murderous sensation blood mixed with Ejaculation cum bustin' bump heads till concussions After we done fuckin' if I can't get the spirit I've won Nothin' I got children, and a wife he's thinkin' of Leaping off of buildings taking flight. By Now somebody should have killed him, end his Life but too many mutha fuckers feel him and his mic Somebody stop him cause he's fuckin' up my lively Hood, with me trapped inside this psycho how can I be good to my wifey if it's remotely close to a Punani he's in it monster runnin' us back and forth to The free clinic If you're a friend, time to say too da loo Cause ain't no possible way he can ever be true To you, cancel your appointment to do the do If he wants to kill himself what the fuck you Think he wanna do to you? <i>[Chorus]</i> <i>[(Repeat 2 times) Backwards]</i> <i>[3rd Verse]</i> I am a nightmare walkin', psychopath talkin' brain Deteriorating cause of x pill poppin' I got More troubles what ever you got it doubles And triples and quadruples having fantasies of eating Nipples and noodles Drugs take the pain away, used to have a lot of love But now it fade away The fact that women love the music and they open Their legs 4 a psychopathic nigga that's so fucked up in the Head is beautiful For my family this isn't suitable (devil bitches alert) (No) gotta recruit a few this niggas gonna do me Harm I'm drugged up and I'm torn look at this Mutha fucker he colored my hair orange You can't touch me everybody loves me listening to my Music children are getting ugly. If I told you everything I was thinkin' it wouldn't be G. tellin' you how many Crossed my path just wouldn't be me But they know cause they way lo how bout some ex And fry and ya yo and fuck a ha hlo a lot of Jim Beam To have grim dreams would be healthy I'm trapped In a psychos body can you help me? <i>[Chorus]</i> <i>[(Repeat 4 times) Backwards]</i> |
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from Tech N9Ne - Anghellic (2003)
[Verse 1]
One for the devil two for my God Father please forgive me while I rock this broad! (Tormented) I've been lovin coochie since it was (Invented) Ask me does it get me? Yes it does (Feel lovely) Pink or brown without even with fuzz (They love me) All up on me off up in the club (Addicted) Gotta get her off in the room, get her outta those panties (Get wicked) Get her in the bedroom quick get hit with a whammy (Can't shake it) Try to pass it by my homie but I (Can't make it) If it was non-existent I would die (Stay with me) I don't want to ever let it go (A quickie) Beat it down like I'm Riddick Bo (Real stiffly) We can do it fast or even slow (I'll lift the) Up on the bed or on the floor (Obsessed with) Pussy, coochie, nani on my mind (God bless it) Hit it from the front or from behind (Get naked) I'm horny baby don't you waste my time (Don't mess with) Psycho alpha schitzo Tech N9ne! [Chorus] - 2x (Tormented) Money, women, liquor, hella drugs (Tormented) Lookin at me from afar you'll get a buzz (Tormented) Father can you tell me (What?) What is is, what is was, and what it shall be (Death) [Verse 2] One for the demon two for the son Father please forgive while I drink this rum! (Tormented) Liquor got the Nina feelin real (Demented) So intoxicated I could kill (Get fucked up) When I'm havin trouble payin bills (Might luck up) If I got the dough to drink until (Get twisted) Ain't no tellin what I'm bout to do (Get wicked) Fill me up I'll try to fight a crew (Don't touch me) Bouncer want to show me to the do' (Don't rush me) Please partnah I don't want to go (Shame on me) Chuckin ain't a damn thang changed (Rain on me) Fuck it, do it till I feel the flame (Don't test me) Tried to fight em fair no lead (Get messy) But the alcohol said (Go 'head) (Can't stop it) Alcohol is takin over blood (Don't mock it) Bitches like it thinkin I'm a stud (No expenses) When I'm out I get a lot of love I'm drinkin everything the tender Tryin to get me in the club [Chorus] - 2x (Tormented) Money, women, liquor, hella drugs (Tormented) Lookin at me from afar you'll get a buzz (Tormented) Father can you tell me (What?) What is is, what is was, and what it shall be (Death) [Verse 3] One for the spirt two for the blood Father please forgive me while I take this drug! (Tormented) want to live my life in a day (What I meant is) Drugs help escape the flame and pain (THC) Roll it, light it, now you smoke your weed (I want it) Puff it, pass it till your eyes bleed (White cocaine) Light it, sniff it, now you feel the rush (Numb your brain) In hell you an angel on the dust (PCP) Dip it a wet stick it's numb numb (Dank and weed) They it quick where I come from (GHB) Do it fluid it's called date rape (LSD) Hit it, trip it now things trace (Valium pills) Got this villain chillin stayin paid (Bounce until) I'm feelin ill until the day breaks (Ecstacy) Cop it, pop it, roll time to club (Sex to me) Is who I'm takin home so I can fuck (Grant Rice is) Money, drugs, liqour and them ho's (My life is) Based on sex, drugs and Rock and Roll [Chorus] - 2x (Tormented) Money, women, liquor, hella drugs (Tormented) Lookin at me from afar you'll get a buzz (Tormented) Father can you tell me (What?) What is is, what is was, and what it shall be (Death) [Verse 4] One up in heaven, two here in hell Father please forgive me while I chase this male! Tormented Rollers Try to get it, not the jingle but the fold up Stackin papers and the coppers can't control us Chasin relish till my fuckin pockets swoll up God forgive me but the heavens got to hold up Get it quickly Is you wit me? This is sho nuff Don't be bitchy 5-1-50 Hit the dough up Killa hippies, niggas wish we never showed up Don't be dummy get that money daddy told us Got to steppin daddy left and never showed us So we started pushin weed and pushin boulders For Tony Roma on the corner till we blowed up Get it sewed up (Tormented) I don't know so don't you ask why (Intended) For Nina to get a piece of pie (Rest in peace) All I want is money so I can fly I'm chasin rella scrilla cabbage money hungry till I die Tormented |
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from Tech N9Ne - Absolute Power (2002)
<i>[Chorus]</i>
He won't play me on radio cause they be on Punk shit daily on, industry's a shady one <i>[Repeat 4x]</i> <i>[Verse 1]</i> Don't nobody wanna deal with a nigga that got it together For real and even think his own thoughts Everybody wanna do what everybody else doing the copy cat is what They been taught, Imma get in the brain of the lame I contain pain and imma give it to the rap game The way you're doing it the way you're persuing it you're Gonna ruin it villain it's a god damn shame. Are you ready for the real here we go now, Most on the radio can't flow now, Everyday I gotta cut the radio down Sound like another pac or an O-Town You can't have a contest or a show down When two cats got the same kind of flow sound Tecca Nina I'm coming to put the mo down Run up in the record label with a four pound Am I too versatile cursed to drown in the bowels Of the earth man I'll be first to growl and burst out the vowels Of the original murderist verse out the mouth Big Tech N9ne's gonna be the one running the race That's real I'm speaking to everyone in the place I can deal with you don't like the drum And the bass if you can deal with a mother fucking gun in your face I can't get with it, record labels and the industry is sick with it P.D.'s some really don't know a hit for shit Kick the bitch if you diss my hit, you might get pistol whipped Catch'em in the hall, hitt'em in the jaw Give it to the fans they can get it all Cause the industry is punks, Tech I'm ready to get krunk I'm comin' to straight dump with a pump <i>[Chorus]</i> <i>[Repeat 4x]</i> <i>[Verse 2]</i> How many 2 pacs and JZ's and Master P's can they conceive? Don't they know a few gloc's 380's and master keys will make'em bleed How you gonna say black people won't listen to this or don't listen to that Like saying a fool can slang cane a fool can gang bang but never will get hit with a gat You better get your story straight cause I ain't no devil for real I'm a rebel for real that Tech N9ne is on some other level for real You're a pebble to real niggas songs like Psycho Bitch and Real Killer Einstein nigga that's a mill stealer the idiots say black folk won't feel us What you think we dumb? Do we all gotta run when the heat come? Showing original tongue it'll be fun but the mother fuckers want the bums And the weak ones Suge Knight punked The industry quick that's because most the industry's bitch nigga I'm a man I don't be running from nobody we deal with niggas who trippin' and giving us shit Radio won't play the unk fay thought they wanted rap To advance but they ont day when I die imma aunt hay Every industry faggot who giving money to an unk pay Tech and Tekneko get people involved from KC to Mexico Strapped with that fat desert eagle run up on the industry And let the heat go <i>[Chorus]</i> <i>[Repeat 4x]</i> <i>[Verse 3]</i> You can look into my E.Y.E.'s and you can see why these Mother fuckers don't wanna see my steeze Cause imma killa when lyricals come undone I do miracles And I come from the kingdom of rumble drums And hums become bumbles, I'm the one that begun the gun tongue get sprung Got everyone comin' in bundles Act like a bitch treated like a bitch, act like a chump Treated like a chump when the funk jumps what you gonna want? Ain't gon want nothin' industry punks you can run but ya can't hide from the ride You can say that it's dope but I won't buy it, you can think Tech 9 Really won't fly but I got a killer ear and a killer eye Def Jam take chances in my opinion, they give advances to the niggas That's really on universal loud laface, that's some of my favorites But the ones who call the shots most of 'em on some hater shit. That other shit, for ya mother sis or your brother bitch Not no lover lick, packing blackened fat and blubber shit Yeah, the radio dead cause the industry is punks put the Double barrel to its foe head <i>[Chorus]</i> <i>[Repeat 8x]</i> |
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from Tech N9Ne - Vintage Tech (2005)
Ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho
Ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho Ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho Ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho Ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho Ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, HOOOOO! I hate you Can't stand you Despise you Detest you <i>[Chorus:]</i> Look away from me when you see me Never look into my eyes Your infection crowds my daily So this can't be paradise When you walk don't come my way And don't dare honk at me when you drive I'm The Grinch I smell your stinch And it is you I so despise <i>[Tech N9ne:]</i> I can't stand yo persona, the drama, yo marijuana, or yo momma I really despise yo ama so comma I disapo who you honor I see what you people can offer I wonder what mommy taught ya If it was up to me the G I wanna sought ya, caught ya, and then offed ya I hate what you become Hate you have your freedom Hate watchin your reruns Hate givin you refunds I call em how I see em When I see scum I free from The legions Cerebrum I see none See your just really dumb Hate seein your whores Hate cleanin your floors Hate doin your chores Won't be in your awards Funk being your whore Hunks being of course You punks being endorsed Chumps being assured Dumped being divorced To test you like a sickness I bet you'd like to lick this From Texas right to Memphis Built with ex dykes and glimpses Of everything I hate It would be great For you to skate Off in a lake A beautiful fate I hope nobody is at yo wake <i>[Chorus:]</i> Look away from me when you see me Never look into my eyes Your infection crowds my daily So this can't be paradise When you walk don't come my way And don't dare honk at me when you drive I'm The Grinch I smell your stinch And it is you I so despise <i>[Tech N9ne]</i> We're livin in the cold age Road rage Dark no Sole No way Jose Cuearvo There goes yo day Every scare Everywhere Knows bogay This life is too soft Haters more true talk I hate the way that you cough Hate you when you blew off You coofa Your crueler So cool off If we were arm and arm in handcuffs my arm I would rather chew off So many reasons why I can't stand you The man who's scam is to ban you Cram you in the can underland in Grand View Damn you if you stand near my fam I slam you Samhein Champaign your family and you I'm a monster when it comes to you Conquer every one of you Trade tours Paid for Your neighbor Cause they whores Pray for Decor Cause your state will create race wars <i>[Chorus:]</i> Look away from me when you see me Never look into my eyes Your infection crowds my daily So this can't be paradise When you walk don't come my way And don't dare honk at me when you drive I'm The Grinch I smell your stinch And it is you I so despise <i>[Tech N9ne]</i> I hate you when you destroy buildings And kill millions Of children From black white Chinese Cicilian I thrill When you feel sin Dealin drugs to billions Awaiting your death Miserable until then I wanna put my Rebox And get on top of his esophagus And watch the Appocolypse drop him in Necropolis Never was menogamus Doggin is Your botherin all of us Gotta get loose from those to ex to soddomus I hate what you stand for Hate all your scandals When your life's baned for I will not burn a candle The way you live is not easy to handle You vandals toss 666 in your blood sample Yo The world is very different now No more hugs Just shrugs And Crips and Bloods And drugs Nazis show no love Never we be equal My name is The Grinch This song is dedicated to the evil people <i>[Chorus: 2x]</i> Look away from me when you see me Never look into my eyes Your infection crowds my daily So this can't be paradise When you walk don't come my way And don't dare honk at me when you drive I'm The Grinch I smell your stinch And it is you I so despise |
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from Tech N9Ne - Absolute Power (2002)
Girl: Hey
Tech N9ne: Wassup? Girl: You want to get high? Tech N9ne: Watchu got? Girl: Whatever Tech N9ne: Let's do it Girl: You feel it yet? Tech N9ne: Yeah (echoes) [Tech N9ne] Fall into a spell way deeper than hell Sensation was given to me from my homegirl Chelle Told me, since I was in pain and I like to rebel This Motorola I'm givin you will suit you real well Ten minutes twenty minutes thirty minutes feelin funny Butterflies (Jeah!) My eyes dilate another size Overwhelming since of love Got these nutts so sprung Walk up to a stranger baby Can I suck yo tongue? Tinglin baby got me feelin mingling baby This is a hella higher learnin than singleton baby One minute I'm cold next one I'm heat (Jeah!) Give me some, Big Red so I don't grind my teeth This is deep I take another one (Jeah!) And another one (Jeah!) And another one Uh oh here comes the other one (Jeah!) I'm simulated main I'm hella blown away And all my problems that I had have all gone away (Jeah!) I'ma pop another pill and I'ma take a sip of Carabou to wash it down (Jeah!) You thinkin I'ma overdose I never had a moment that'll turn a nigga round (Jeah!) I really want to get you but I gotta do my dick is in the bed I want to start (Jeah!) I feel I want to fuck you but my dick is really numb and I don't see me gettin hard (Jeah!) She told me to take this cap of GHB with a gulp of Mountain Dew with glee So I could possibly end my existence (Jeah!) GHB, ain't no need for resistance (Jeah!) Ecstacy (Jeah!) Yeah! [Chorus] Ecstacy I love you very much G-H-be |
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from Tech N9Ne - Anghellic (2003)
This is a piece that I wrote
When I was on some ole, low down down low feelin, depressed shit why'know what I'm sizzlin? It contains, heh, three suicide letters to my peeps Well actually uh two suicide letters why'know what I'm sizzlin? I wrote it in rhyme form But I'm gonna try to read it to the best of my ability why'know what I'm sizzlin? So bear with me Listen to the lyrics, check it out.. [Tech N9ne] Picture me in that casket, blasted Never nobody knew how long the pain lasted Keep my eyes tight I'm frightened But I fights like Tyson When playin this game of life I'm loosin long to be enlightened Absorb my mind state Reduce the crime rate and take me out When runnin toward the Lord I see em fake me out Shook me so from church I played hookie Listen to the words of a brotha The sick stutter So ya better better get the get the bags ready Comin killa killa like Schagnetti My brains contaminated, hella rotten It wasn't me who killed you (Who was it, what was it) The affects of the mildew, my brains wilted In my eyes the world is a bit tilted Lord take me away before somebody else get killed Bloods spills seriously This is the letter to my homies I'll be missin God told me to behold a pale horse but I didn't listen It's hard mane My life is scarred mane I'm loosin my mind So now it's time Sincerely signed N9ne [Chorus] - 2x (I just want to die) I don't want to wake up I don't want to cause that's the way That I feel I'm barely hangin on (I just want to die) I don't want to wake up I don't want to wake up cause that's the way It has to be (Man, this is to my wife, check it out) [Tech N9ne] I made your life a livin hell with my infidelity Remember you tell me All I gave a damn about was weed, stems, and melodies remember ya spent thirty minutes in the hospital parking lot crying When the blood test read the baby of another woman was mine 99.99 Should of left long time ago like Mary J. say Just let it go like Ray J I know your momma heard you yelling May Day Spent my life trying to are A to the P You were sick of me always being be |
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from Tech N9Ne - Vintage Tech (2005)
[Intro]
The strangest, straight derangest, start it J, start it J Uh, MidWest Side, IIIDQ found laughin [Verse 1] Lets get it on, raps new phenomenon Hitt'em up with the flips Rupture your dome Calm down, you say me song sound like Butch? You say I'm washed up? Nigga what!? This is when I kick it with this rhythm-simplistic Fuck dem 9 rhymes, make them go blind every time On that cannabis, edist, not for a weak mind But the mind of a gauge On stage cuzz minimum wage has me on maximum rage Page mac, lets scrap, the conniseur of rap See me, come tight like a pig in a bikini Please! All emcees know I be on my Q's and P's Even Run-D.M.C. is on a deadly disease High voltage, take a look at the psychosis Deranged, I claim, let me explain Fatrocious, flows be cocked from KC to Wisconsin My killer flow makes me jerk my Johnson [Verse 2] Mushroom headed keeps me pathetic, But the ? Treating life like I'm moving bombay Brother with the ganja stickin it Gonna stick it if you let it Come here, no come? I'll run dancing Just call me the strangest, straight G, bombay Distinguish the fuck of shit From hip-hop comes this Apocoflips got control of your hips Its venomous, how the rap metamorphasis MC corpsesis around me They found me jacuzzin with my sorcerists Fire up the paper & get blowed Then roll to a spot with bianca Then bust holes in these hoes Cuzz they want to kill me like they killed Bruce Lee On the set, no shit Told my bianca that's what she gets Middle West flex flows, mics to sex those Middle West flesh holes, insane games Never that plane Jane [Verse 3] I give myself a see-section With a rusty jagged weapon Bungee wit 100 feet of slack IN front of my kids with no discretion Strange days like Julia Lewis and Angela Bassett in a casket Trippin with the 9 Get your brain blown like a head gasket Missouri is in the house for the '99 shot Futuristic ladies love me a whole whole lot When demons try to do me too They know they wicked So I bust if you ain't down with IIIDQ Who are you!?! Neena Tech, respect, MidWest Side For life, grab a mic, and flip it like a dyke The soundlab got my microchip screwed Mounfunction, ?, now I'm cool Pain givers, slang spitters, hang niggas, insane triggas no shame, aim triggas, brain splitters, game quitters? NO! Grey liver niggas, narcotical strange nigga! |
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from Tech N9Ne - Vintage Tech (2005)
Come on my music make her snake away
my music make her creep away my music make her sneak away every single day The club scene is filled wit cats who mug mean my thug team is Skatterman and Snug Brim Krizz and Grant and Kutty be my buddies wit slug beams. Joe and Nick and catty Matty open your bloodstreams. Snake ya make ya broad disrespect ya break I break the One N9ne grace to face wit pace ya hates the way I make raps erase ya hearts on brace so he takes echinecea I ain't come to talk about you and your girl man if I tell him what I know he'll do the earl thing It's a pity how your living in your city and your kitty is kicking wit me getting grimy and gritty aight klown I know how this might sound I heard your womans peeping I'm coming wit tight klowns we can fight now or else you can just pipe down why am I even talking to you right now I don't know what who she creep wit no I don't know who else she sleeps wit no All I know you don't want no beef wit Strange will make ya dang chain to snake ya man He wit this chick for like 2 or 3 years she in the club getting lose of like 2 or 3 beers ya know he done shared 2 or 3 tears before now here we go again tell you be throwing and mowing and ? mumbling something bout last night wat was this cat like wanna live the fast life make the jokes let it go you can back it up and if you wanna get back wit her maybe you can patch it up She chose me to approach me to slowly poke the back out of her rode the pony and saddled her told me it didn't matter what we was ? she had a habit and was an addict and had to have it now her boyfriends on to us and he got beef wit me I ain't tripping go t my piece wit me out numbered got my peeps wit me it Rice G Tech Skatter Snug and BG so well see. I don't know what who she creep wit no I don't know who else she sleeps wit no All I know you don't want no beef wit Strange will make ya dang chain to snake ya man Its official grab your pistol she told him how we make the municipal licking crystal wit mystical how I hit it was critical then I split then I missed a few rounds tech and christen you down you fished and you found you still insist to be clowned cause here I stand the ? in town and dissing you now I spit till you frown cause you a trick and I'm bound to tell your chick to make me rich you swim in shit and you drown I have now time for the punks I dunk not eager to stick around waiting for funk to jump hes mad at the n9ne cause I put the crunk in the front you been the sherman klump how many lumps do you want still I don't really know who you talking bout if you don't get out my face you wont be walking out but in my mind I remember I sats it down and ate it soft cause I laugh when I told her wretch around and wrench it off cha I don't know what who she creep wit no I don't know who else she sleeps wit no All I know you don't want no beef wit Strange will make ya dang chain to snake ya man Yo see you all in my face I'm like what I see you all in my space I'm like what I don't know your girlfriend you heard me say so I don't know the girl then Yo see you all in my face I'm like what I see you all in my space I'm like what I don't know your girlfriend you heard me say so I don't know the girl then |
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from Tech N9Ne - Absolute Power (2002)
[Tech N9ne Talking]
A stallion Ass like pow Chest like bang Lips like ooh An angel mane But she had the devil's eyes I had to have her cat [Verse 1] Pass me the 151 and coke cat And later we'll find where the dope at but hold that I seen something so fat That wish I could've drove back To get my codac Strip teeasa! Loving who got the visa Got up and she will please ya Not of then she don't need ya Product Gucci Felecia It's a duty to feed ya Amnesia Caribou and tequezia Off the turnbuckle baby bub I have the booties and boobies It was nootie so cootie was a cutey I gotta get neara I got mucho dinero Look at her look at herself in the mirror Moving like Shakira Made my way To the front of the stage 100's for days Big body I wanted to praise Will she get with a nigga? maybe! She bent over and said thanks and I whispered in her ear [Chorus x2] Tech: I love the way you make it slither baby Every night when I come through That looks like something that I want to run through Girl: You want some, ooh Tech: You know I want to Girl: Baby we can have fun too (I love the way you make it slither baby) [Verse 2] Well she asked me for a lap dance And Trav said she too fine, fat chance Boy I'm Tech N9ne I rap and I slap hands With millionaires plus I got stacks man She approached me slowly Holy moly Chef Boy are Dee's cheese and beef ravioli Hold me close Nose be ope How much evil can dough provoke How much she told me nope Cause this one was on her I'm hoping I can get the chance to put it on her She slithered on me put the booty in my lap and got to gyrating Was I waiting For the pushing grabbing and vibrating But this is really when my pupils got to dilating What kind of magical hocus pocus was I facing Over and over I tried to explain it the best that I could She put the mouth on the crotch of my pants and said (HERRRRRH) [Hook] Tech: Shit Girl: you like that baby? Tech: How about me and you leave here baby so we can do that shit you just did Over and over again [Chorus x2] [Verse 3] Said she needed 400 to tip out I whip out The grip so quick so we can dip out The trick house Told my homies not to poke they lip out I'm going to rip out The guts and try to throw my hip out Now it's time to trip out Got at the bitch house Was three fine female roommates my homies missed out Took me to her room and threw me right on the bed Got right on the head What a wonderful night it was said Then along came 3 36 double D's Sizes kissing and licking on me They coming to do what Wake my dude up But one of them bitches bit me on the neck and drew blood Then the other and the other Instead of bud lovers I'm trapped with blood sucking motherfuckers for eternity Brought me here to straight feed on a nigga All because I said to a stripper (I love the way you make it....Slithaaaaaa!) [Tech and Girls Talking] |
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from Tech N9Ne - Absolute Power (2002)
[talking]
Slacker: a person who shirts his work or duty A person who evades military service in the wartime Hehehehehe.. I know one thing man I'm gonna have my kicks before the whole shithouse goes up in flame Youknowhat'msayin? heheheheh.. Eat, drink, and be merry, tomorrow you may die That's what life's about man, good times, a little salad Haha... [Verse One: Tech] Yo yo I'm a product of reganomics, neurotic They sayin homage is gone up, inhaling chronic The oddest I'm stayin honest - I'm bout to make it famous So you can take that J-O-be |
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from Tech N9Ne - Anghellic (2003)
You're the one nigga
Who's a dumb nigga And a bum nigga You're a slum nigga Better run nigga When I come nigga With a gun nigga You're a bitch Buck you Never trust you Never loved you Never was you Imma touch you Imma bust you Imma crush you Mother fuck you That's my nigga Aaron Yates Style lee lee killa Norman Bates Holla at me like I'm ollie gates Imma put the milli to your face The nerve of ya yellin you're a murderer But ain't nobody ever heard of a Killa killa doing damage off up in suburbia Sinister rhyme minister TECH N9NE be the menace (yes, yes) Diminish ya finish with the dementia I'm the grimmest I done told y'all I was comin' Better start runnin' Or bust like a cannon Cause Imma leave hella destruction Mental breakdown and famine I would advise you Not to slide through Cause I will oblige you With a rhyme flow That will demise you How can I bow down To a broke rapper with a foul sound? How can I flow rounds With an MC that can't chow down? Where would you be If you did'nt copy off me lil' boy? This type of shit that I enjoy I sum you up with Bitch flows, punk foes Sluts hoes, case closed [Chorus] If you ain't got shit to fuck with this Take that dead shit on And if you're bitch in the club with ass on me I'm gonna take that home. By the sinister TECH N9NE By the sinister, by the sinister By the sinister, TECH N9NE Vill-on y'all know me by the Hmm, Hmm, Hmm, Hmm, Hmm Hmm, Hmm, Hmm, Hmmmmm. Everybody say KC's in the house what Bounce, rock, skate or fight, shoot, hate We so chilly they call us abominable Everybody know we phenomenal Get ya' money, get ya' women If you're getting nothing Your living is comical Simon bar sinister Climbing star finisher Swine and lard vinegar Rhyming hard blimisher Realistic Heathenistic Killer with a vengeance Breathing this shit Your whole facad's punkish, I'll make you kneel before Zod Biblical hits, flippable kickable spits Niggas with critical lyricals Never no mythical shit Step into the evil fickle abyss Wiggle in pittifulness Swivel this and get pistol whipped It's been along ride Tecca Nina just won't die ei ei ei eiya Better feel it when I drill it (trick) Real is when I kill it (Mitch) Hit it hit it Never ever tell a millimeter killer Quit it, Bitch! [Chorus] Off the hook, stalking in clubs Tossing em' walkin' in blood Barking that rogue dog shit Dirty devils better hold yaw lips Nina ripping, ill beast flows Yeah we know it will reach gold Platinum, feel these flows Comin' off of kill creek road Say my name five times TECH, TECH, TECH, TECH N9NE I will appear in your mirror through your chest ripping out your spine Hungry like an Ethiopian Living off the blood in your veins Alias Donny Kevorkian Never were you ready for the pain What do ya get When you cross TECH With a hard ass track? Innovative, twisted Psycho, thugged out What do ya get With Rock, Will, Phlaque and Dynomack? Nitwits, misfits, sick shit, Nnutt Howze What do ya get When you cross tech with a fine bitch in the club? KY, bou lou, motel, sextime. What do you call a rappin' ass Rogue dog villain pretty mother fucker? Donny Quest, Azmo, Sinister TECH N9NE [Chorus] TECH N9NE's in the house |
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from Tech N9Ne - Vintage Tech (2005)
It's Like That Yaw, It's Like That Yaw
We Went From Slangin' Them Pieces To Bussin' Raps Yaw It Don't Stop Yaw, Till We At The Top Yaw Me And Kutty Bloody Nutty Leavin'em Shocked Yaw <i>[X4]</i> <i>[Verse 1:]</i> I Roll With, Villians And Vigilantys Regimers And Outlaws, Mob Figures We Don't Hang With Cowards Without Balls When They Come Runnin' Nigga They Stunnin' I Give The Outcall Consisting Of Pistol Starters Dealers And South Paws <i>[X4]</i> Payed Brother Say Brother Where You Get Them Hos At Is What They Say To The Nigga With The Most Scratch We Dominate Niggas Prominent Rhyming Acts Of War You Vomited When We Commented Boming At Ya Door <i>[X8]</i> Just Call Me Chakrateaze Awfully Cockin' Your Properties Dropping The Hypothesis Make Knots And Monopoly Roll And It Ain't No Stoppin' Me My Stock Will Be Properly Watched I'll Be Hot To These Bianks It Be A Lot Of Flocks At The Top Will Be Hoes. <i>[X12]</i> Yeah, You Tell Them Niggas We Can't Be Blocked We Can't Be Stopped, Can't Be Halted I'm From The Block Exalted I'm At The Top You Talk It I'm Bustin' Shots With The Villains And The Deuce Niggas We Leaving You Mutha Fuckers Shocked <i>[X16]</i> <i>[Chorus:]</i> You Don't Really Wanna Step To Me We Can Do It In The Street And Get'em Up With These <i>[X4]</i> You Don't Really Wanna Fuck With Me We Can Do It In The Street And Get'em Up With These <i>[X8]</i> <i>[X4]</i> <i>[Verse 2:]</i> My Melody Reeks, So Mo Hail, To Hell On The Streets, My Felony Peeks 4 Mo Sells, Of Yahl On These Streets, You Tell The Police, I Post Bail Then Bail In The Chief, My Mail Is A Speech (Like Verses Out Koran, It's Too Deep) <i>[X4]</i> If A Weak Crevy, Bleed Ghetti, Sauce He's Gonna Need Help From, Jesus Or Geeznod To Bless Him For The Spleet Second. Freeze When Yo Beat Stops, Heat Seeking Salt Rocks (Blood Hungry) K-U Double T & Techneeze Shocked <i>[X4]</i> We'ze Not Yo Dummies, Solomon Grundy Gumbee Props We Crocodile Dundee's Against Rachna-Pho-Beyonks, Kutts Off-Lee Money Hungry & Zealous Spocs, Putt It On Me, I'm Often Watched By The Phonies, Got Snakes And Vawchers Among Me <i>[X4]</i> Boiling, Liquid, Expanding, Vicious, Explosion, Commanding War Sink You Bitch Niggaz Titanic, Extremist, Screaming More I'd Rather Die Than Bin Laden Controlling Common Thought Ra-Sue, La-Ee-Yah, Ohh-Awk-Bah, Will Leave You Niggaz Shocked <i>[Chorus X4]</i> <i>[Verse 3:]</i> Bounce To My Hit Bitch Bounce On My Dick At The Club At The Crib At The Tele In The Whip, Havin' Visions Of Incisions Of Tecca Nina's Collisions With Pigeons I'm Thankful For All That Pussy Ya Giving <i>[X4]</i> And You Get Nothing From Me, Maybe Some Weed And Some Asti Spumanti Boucin' Up And Down In The Bed Like We Bungeed Not Jumanji Everyone I'm Tryin' To Shock The Monkey <i>[X8]</i> Moe Doe, Mo Power, Mo Mutha Fucking Respect I Tell Ya Focus Mo On Cowards The World Don't Stud A Projected Failure Seek Absolute Power, Perfect, And Conquer The World Wit It Use At Yo Discretion, But Knowingly At Yo Own Risk <i>[X12]</i> These Time ?r? Strange, But Use Time To Gain In My Mind Frame I Strive 4 Change But I'll Die 4 Change When The Time Came You Betta Tell'em Tech 9 Millennium Big-Shotz Our Revelation Throughout The Nation Results In Big Shocks <i>[X16]</i> <i>[Chorus X4]</i> |
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from Tech N9Ne - Vintage Tech (2005)
<i>[Intro - Tech N9ne (Taken from S.H.E.)]</i>
I got the idea to do this next one right after the S.H.E. shit happened So my nigga Kaliko came through and blew this shit! You might have heard it on our shows, it's a little skit called Save Yourself All Kaliko, no backround singer or nothing, you know what I'm sizzlin It was writen and produced by me, Krizz, and Icy Roc It's called Save Yourself, check it out <i>[Big Krizz Kaliko]</i> You can't get my money hoe, you're scheming on my wealth How about getting a j-o-b then you can save yourself I don't know why these hoes are always in my face for money Gran Rice, Kutt, and Tech N9ne said save yourself. Save yourself Gran Rice, Kutt, and Tech N9ne said save yourself <i>[Applause]</i> |
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from Tech N9Ne - Vintage Tech (2005)
[Verse 1]
I aint never paid no chick to thrust Me, I never paid no woman to help me bust Me, I never needed no other chick to clutch Cuzz nina was living hella matrimony Its a must Never ever payed and came with lust My aims for trust Cuzz my womans pain is enough Dont want my marrige ending stranger then us But just here recently My brains corrupt One night my niggaz took me to the strip club Bazookas Everybody know the name of the kinda shit I'm use ta Seduca, so that means there was no clothes Got my eyes open wide Like I'm on No Doz Look at these bozos Givin double 0's for hoe shows I was cool I was drinkin my juice Wasnt really in the mood Till I was approached by a beautiful angel In the nude But I flipped my top When she sat that butter skin on my lap I was shocked Lips locked Feelin like my heart stopped She was hot! She was Carmen Electra in the chest Alliya by the waist Jennifer Lopez in the ass But she was an angle in the face She asked me if I wanted to dance on the couch WIth the look of a zombie I reached into my pouch And shelled it out Then she took my hand And led me to the land Where a man could forget about all his problems at hand The scent of a woman She wearing shenell, hypnotized by the smell A glimpse of hell and bodily melt down Is what I felt now I cam with 500 Tryin to keep it all But she want it At the ATM to get 4 more Thats for you and me, now bitch lets go Hevenly cant descibe this woman Beyond that, I feel the area bump and grind Like combat No penetration Its funny She didnt kiss me or fuck me But got away with all my money S.H.E. [Chorus - repeat 4X] Took everything that I had Made me want sex hella bad! [Verse 2] The next day my wifes checking the account She said your only bringing 4,000 a month So last night you spent 1,00 on what? A new piece of equipment For the studio But she wont ever really know That I spent it on another nude show I close my self in the bathroom Lean over the stool And grabbed my middle section tight Thinkin about the way she made me feel that night I had alot of fun Then I got one, and another one, and another one I went back that night, and the next night Repeated here I come Wife pissed cuzz I depleted all our funds She left me and moved back with her moms Im borrowing money from all my homies I know that I'm wrong But this bitch was the bomb Im paying the bills at bazookas I slip my finger through her g-sting It was tight She told the bouncers Now I'm in a fist fight You put on how you love me And how you like it rough like me All these motherfuckers and your man Cant love you enough like me I lost my life for you, my wife for you I miss you So I'm sitting outside the club every night for you Thats right for you, shit [Chorus] - 6 times (Seductive Human Erotica!) - 5x HAHAHAHA |
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from Yukmouth - Thugged Out: The Albulation (1999)
Welcome.
It is I that you see. Little boys an girls.... Revelationz. Listen. Why do the good die young, an the bad mutha fuckas live fo ever? Cuz nigga, we livin on hell nigga. This is hell mutha fuckas. Verse 1 Uh. All my life it's like I'm fuckin around wit the wrong people make a movie about my life an it be a long sequel bout people livin off free-be's an brick cheese that's how that shit be's, out here you have to grind to get g's no Bently flippin less yo name is Felix Mitchell listen little boys an girls my mama could barely pay the fuckin rentin my daddy is surely gotta be somewhere in this world pimpin white bitches fo doe, he was a jiggalo livin in women he used to take me an my Village potnas to go swimmin he drove a BMW, they father drove a lemon nigga in the end my mama kept spendin money on gin an drugs I had to sleep on the fuckin rug where the roaches was I hung wit thugs always rollin dice an pumpin gas to get some cash you had to store the coke, we mop his ass my pops would give me cash, but my mama would take it from me if I didn't give it to her, she'd beat my ass butt-naked homie the only way I would see a movie was out wit the homies I'm always bummy, had no money, they would pay it fo me my daddy told me when I was very young that he was on the run, I heard him mention somethin about Colombians an I could come stay wit him if I didn't like the way that moms treat me I juss didn't like the way that moms beat me wit Tonka toys, in front of my boys hit me wit objects so I juss got to sky the fuck up out these projects I left behind my moms an sisters so relentless never thought they'd get evicted an be sleepin on benches my pops was on some pimp shit, sewin up Frisco on O'Farro 5-0 kicked down the door, he flushed the elbow there goes another nigga straight to the pen by the age 10, done lived wit every relative, an friend I know here I go again livin wit my grama, then my auntie my uncle where ever I go niggas would gank me fo my bundle swindle my check, wit Section 8 an medi-cal benefits but me I wasn't gettin shit spend my shit on nay kids that's what they did fuck relatives if I don't do my thang now, I never lived never gone get it if you sit on yo ass so fuck math class I'm on the Ave wit crack fo that ass like son like dad I love the smell of money, hash an zig-zags look at the back of my ass, beat the sag, it's big cash involved but we all get caught up an sent to juvenille halls scrape yo turf on the wall, in county drawls my mama abused alcohol my pops an inmate an me I'm sweepin halls to intake hate my mama carried the weight ain't seen my pops since '86 every year, in an outta jail fo crazy shit so much shady shit done happened to me, I can't put it behind me the Lord took my mama life in '93 God bless her soul cuz she was caught up in a, house hold fire at a rehab so we sued they ass this shit makin me mad high ass lawyer we had Melvin Bell, I tried to tell my sister that he'd get paid half settlement, me 56 G's my big sister 56 G's my little sister 106 G's Ripley's wont believe that for the life of my mama they only gave us a quarter a mill ticket to split I can't deal wit this shit I wish you was here to see me get this deal wit Chris, an Noo-Trybe mama you died I cried cuz you missed the gold an platinum plaques I bet you never thought yo little black ass son could rap now I'm breakin off scratch an burnin zags wit Sparkle that's my little sister askin the Lord why did you make her life so awful next thing you know my pops go in '95 he died of AID's it's either suicide of cry fo days an weeks an months blowin blunts, keep away flashes no funeral caskets, juss two vases wit ashes I ask if, he spare my life cuz all I got is my nieces, my two sisters, an my wife recite behind the mic the type of shit that niggas like fo the first time in my life I'm makin bread, doin it right but at night seems like I'm hunted probably because jackmoves an licks I've done it what goes around comes around, hollow point tip rounds to my stomach bitches screamin at Summit that's how you busta niggas want it but I still juss get blunted in big six hundreds niggas done, done it done deal nigga, been there like Dre blowin hay in the air on the free-way pray forgive me God is what I would say I gotta lot of days to count blessed, went from claimin sets wit yay up in my mouth see task an bounce now I blow hash at half an ounce smoke out to the facial blessed to be livin on hell mutha fucka! Cuz this is hell nigga. If you ain't know, nigga. This hell nigga. Right now. Armegeddon. Nigga, done deal. Done deal. Uh. This live. Every nigga done had this shit happen to 'em, you know what I'm sayin. All my potnas, every nigga I tell that I went through, they do, done did the same shit. Let's do it, juss salute niggas. Juss do our thang, fuck everybody, let's ride this shit. Do yo t hang blaze, get shermed out all that shit, whatever. Mushrooms an shit, Xtacy's an all that shit, let's get high an juss reminise about all that dangerous shit we done went through. An ask yoself...."why the fuck am I here?" Cuz this is hell nigga. An the good die early, an the mutha fuckin bad stay fo ever, cuz yo ass on hell nigga, cuz you a bad mutha fucka like me. Done deal, uh, uh. (livin in hell, dead mutha fuckas, uh) (livin in hell, dead niggas dwell, uh) 2x this Earthel is hell mutha fucka. |
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from Tech N9Ne - Vintage Tech (2005)
Follow me to the world of racism
<i>[Verse 1:]</i> We're on the highway rolling to Californ-i-a Seven of us heaven love us cuz it's evil in front of us We must trust that G-O-D got our backs on this T-R-I-P In the van we watchin' flicks and getting our kicks on route 66 Forty west got us dozin' my eyes closin' Almost on E and so we stop to get some gas Somewhere outside of Arizona people's persona Seem like they put niggas in a coma or bullets in their ass fast I went in to get some petroleum rodeo circus These trashy mothafuckers trying to show me they tat's On purpose swastika's here swastika's there minding my affairs Till one shoved me and I said "Aww this is lovely" I punched him back and said "Take that from a black" His posse ran up I threw my hand up said "Let loose the gats" They said "We're the type of boys that kill coons by the hour Nigger one God, one race, seig heil white power" I said "fuck you Bill Recio you spacey ho, I heard racists were dying And I'm about to increase the ratio" while we were scrappin' I heard coon monkey ape baboon I heard my partner's lettin' loose, they cleared the room I let off a couple inside their racist encephals I asked god was I wrong for slaying demons and devils And if so forgive me but now it's 2 wounded and 3 dead From shots to the head them racist motherfuckers bled <i>[x24]</i> <i>[Chorus x2]</i> Rednecks are the ones who bled next first they used to hang us now they get them heads checked for bullets and abrasions that evil persuasion this is one of the many, many flaws of this nation <i>[Verse 2:]</i> I'm just a hard workin' brother at Ford Report to work pronto amigo in my raggedy accord Assembly working no smirking I get the job done White folks staring at me like I was Dennis Rodman Fuck it it must be the bandana I wear saying black owned See them whispering everyday but they can yap, yap on Saw it comin' a mile away and it figures Somebody took a grease pencil and wrote on a car "whites own niggers" Paid it no mind now it's lunch time I'm eating quietly then a voice said "You don't belong in society" I looked then I felt like gaggin' This white trash mother fucker I heard that he was the grand dragon Fuck it I'ma tag him, skull drag him But his recruits equipped with steel toe combat boots This is crazy for four hundred plus we've been infamous Stigmatism is realism the idealism is to hinder us Put his fingers in my face I bent 'em back He said "you fuckin' jerk" and told me to watch my back after work I punched out and walkin' to my car I'm driving and I see this motherfucker he's following me from afar Pulled over like an idiot jumped out and said what's happenin' We started scraping he cut me with his knife I took his knife there goes your life god forgive me Because I slit his redneck, now all that's left is a fuckin' dead peck <i>[Chorus x2]</i> Rednecks are the ones who bled next first they used to hang us now they get them heads checked for bullets and abrasions that evil persuasion this is one of the many, many flaws of this nation <i>[Verse 3:]</i> The demons are gonna kill me I feel it comin' I'm a little piece of love and a pit full of 'em gunnin' The pit is the planet damnit it's full of killas and racist If god make it I'm saying god take it break it Demoniacs of all colors crippers and blooders arian brothers die If you fuck with any of us god lovers A southern wind hit the Midwest My mother cringed cause her vocalist Keep fuckin' with white national socialists Everybody wants to be the chosen God's people When teaching hatred hatred at the steeple steeple Lethal sequels when churches burn we purchase germs Like guns to slaughter all the motherfuckin' surface worms Be warned all fronts got the right to fall once And the racists be the ones we call dunce Down to die for my love so before you cease us You gotta (what?) crucify me like Jesus leave us rednecks |
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from Tech N9Ne - Anghellic (2003)
(1st Verse)
I was kicking it With this chick for a minute She picked me to hit it Real stiffly I sitted He spit Then we quit it Then I told her To miss me And splitted Quickly I lit it up No problem to get it up Then she called and said She needed me to help her Get rid of what A baby She said she wanted me to kill it No evidence Blood Don't spill it I'm saying at first I didn't feel it But then I started to ponder On what was coming up Yonder A baby by a fling Made days seem Really somber So we both were in agreement The baby I seen it Thinking of killing it Made me almost fall To the cement This ain't a job I can do myself I ain't got the brain for this So I called a homie in Kansas Who was trained for this He said The way I rap And make skrill for a living He said he kills for a living For the grip span He's a hit man So I paid him a fee He told me What date it would be Me and her was down But I really don't think The baby was G So we three road to Kansas Baby probably thinking we scandalous Can't even walk And we band his Life Man is trife Walked in And he told us to relax I sat And he took Her and baby to the back Before I came I smoked some dope To calm me They came back And she was baby less And she was looking like a zombie Baby gone (Baby gone) Were we wrong (Hella wrong) Gotta move on (Gotta move on) Let it alone (yeah) I dropped her off But she didn't hate me For killing the baby She said she still Wanted to date me Crazy I'm riding and I'm thinking Why I took a life But I ain't tweeking I know God Probably thinking I should die (hook) Real killer That is me Real killer That is me Real killer That is me This is what you call a what Real killer That is me Real killer That is me Real killer That is me I don't really give a fuck Real killer That is me Real killer That is me Real killer That is me Know that ain't nobody iller Real killer That is me Mass murderer Natural born killer That is me (2nd Verse) A couple of years later I'm creeping with this chicklet Little thick chick Hit it raw And gave her triplets I need to learn to hold my liquid So I called my man In Kansas City, Kan I told him I Needed him to do it again After he put 'em away I asked him Homie how could you Be so raw He said to me How could you be so raw We scatted One year later I splatted In the same chick She wanted to have it But I made her do The same shit So I murdered five kids of mine I'm 'bout to sit in hell a lifetime Bid for mine Cause of abortion No more Abortion Now it's blown out of proportion Insane Never again (hook) |
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from Tech N9Ne - Anghellic (2003)
[Tech N9ne]
I want you to quit Callin me callin me Followin me followin me Why do you trip with me After you get through swallowin me? Never knew this bianca would explode (Like this) Now that I know this I must reload (Gat clips) How many ever met a psycho bitch? Down with for the minute but a major twist Came with a bit of game Met that Bitch Sickness Everybody peep the evil symptoms so you'll know When sexual activity happens and tears start to flow Time to go, they come with a big package and back Chest is twice that But the fatal attraction would only get you ice packs Better watch what you do when you sleep with a woman that's on the edge In yo bed Cause you'll be restin in red (Killa killa) They'll find the number to yo residence Non-hesitant Unpresidented Ain't no mystery to her steez She's demented Ain't ever gonna get myself mix up with a Psycho Bitch Millimeter with a master plan so you won't be off in the ditch (Like this) Wild child Runnin wild behind the smile is a frown That'll make ya lay it down quickly She shifty Killa strictly out to come and get me From a rose to three fifty seven three sixty Psycho Bitch! [Chorus] Never ever do it down low with a (Psycho Bitch!) Better never ever go out with a (Psycho Bitch!) Everybody better learn to see a (Psycho Bitch!) Cause yo bitch might just be her What chu gonna do pop at you glock at you Fill em with the venom who the fuck are we talking to? (Psycho Bitches, Psycho Bitches) What chu gonna do pop at you glock at you Fill em with the venom who the fuck are we talking to? (Psycho Bitches, Psycho Bitches) [Tech N9ne] I was holdin her, huggin her Rubbin her, suckin her Kissin her, pluggin her But she thought that I was lovin her All the lovin was gone when she found out she was wrong Callin my momma's house at 3 AM (Quit playin on my phone!) They say the Psycho Bitch was made from us (Psycho Bitches) Say they get nothing but hate from us (Psycho Bitches) From the Anghellic you ravenous (Psycho Bitches) Stay the fuck away from us (Psycho Bitches, Psycho Bitches) She got my gas cut off but I don't know how She got my phone cut off but I don't know how Bitch even got my lights cut off but I don't know how Wish I knew back then what a nigga know now (Crazy bitch!) Follow me to my main thangs Domain This dame brings mo pain Door chain Broke after the door rang Must be on cocaine Insane yanks will mess up yo thang No brain bitches will have you stressin using Rogaine Didn't chill wit her Deal wit her Nina had to get ill wit her Trick tried to kill Mrs. N9ne So I had to hit her wit a grill spliter Never do sex with a psycho bianc Anybody wit her better pop yo trunk Run better get a gun when the bitch come better know she a psycho (Killa killa) Hard when he hit that piece and then get her up and out with a dis Scarred when he knows he been up in the mix with a Psycho Bitch Hard when he hit that piece and then get her up and out with a dis Scarred when he knows he been up in the mix with a Psycho Bitch [Chorus] Never ever do it down low with a (Psycho Bitch!) Better never ever go out with a (Psycho Bitch!) Everybody better learn to see a (Psycho Bitch!) Cause yo bitch might just be her What chu gonna do pop at you glock at you Fill em with the venom who the fuck are we talking to? (Psycho Bitches, Psycho Bitches) What chu gonna do pop at you glock at you Fill em with the venom who the fuck are we talking to? (Psycho Bitches, Psycho Bitches) [Tech N9ne] As the smoke clears You wonder why this woman packs the most fear She keeps a broken heart and a three-eighty close near From me to you If you sense she's psychotic better watch what you do, what they do They say the Psycho Bitch was made from us (Psycho Bitches) Say they get nothing but hate from us (Psycho Bitches) From the Anghellic you ravenous (Psycho Bitches) Stay the fuck away from us (Psycho Bitches, Psycho Bitches) |
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from Tech N9Ne - Vintage Tech (2005)
Wicked wicked
Now it's on <i>[echos]</i> <i>[Short Nitty]</i> I murder your whole city Nigga like Frank Nitty's hideous as idiots Niggas betta get respect when I flex Comin tech flows like amphibians From here to the Carribeans Unexplored territories like Venus Niggas never seen the teen the teams keenest Bury ya mind like Zimas Infared beamers keep ya posse on my penis <i>[Tech N9ne]</i> Now it's on Wickeds in this da link a mid to west flex Did a piss To this bitch who dis this cl-ick Bliss is hangin that bitch by the clitoris You get spit on Shit on Hit on Get on the dick of this Sl-ick niggaRA But you can always call the Nina A killer in America Amerikilla <i>[Short Nitty]</i> I got skills to kill Like overdosin pills Blood spills for million dollar bills You can't try to peel this Or feel the illness Of a nigga that's comin out real (real) I don't know why Nigga you livin a lie A plus I despise those who try A nigga like I this high and fly and sly Mid west side so you just might die <i>[Tech N9ne]</i> Check it out I murder these hoes, Hercules flows My shit carries on like hepatitis So don't bites me An enemy Gimme no fuckery foul like (what) Now I gotta cock it to re-write it I might just Make a nigga bite dust When I bust plus Can maybe feels great Can it be ill? yes Sanity kills a real nigga but still I wreckin like I'm a Deville The best, the NINE!, correct, BURN! Now it's your turn You must LEARN! Misery niggas the craze like 24 gang niggas on SHERM! When it's on I be heated like a hot comb Tell these punk muthafuckas to leave me alone When I'm in the zone you get blown away Get the clothes away Mitch Bade niggas cause it's on today <i>[Chorus 18x]</i> Now it's on <i>[Lejo]</i> Now let me smoke and choke Let these niggas know that Lejo ain't brought no jokes Nigga betta learn the ropes We like costra nostra And'll fuck around and cut yo' throat Decapitation facin devastation nations when they ragin can't stop this Nigga you can catch a fist And you can rest in piss But the diss and you thought I missed I'm indestructable and untouchable Ain't givin a fuck about what you know I don't love no hoe, I don't mug no mo But I'm still collectin my other dough Now peep the rawness my rhymes is flawless Fools get tossed for tryin to floss like bosses People can call this the clique wit no losses Cause a nigga can flow from September to August Deeper than seven seas, colder than no degrees Niggas is easy to get down on ya knees When you fuckin wit rhymes like these I always find that he's bitin my shit it's me he's tryin to be No more chances understand this I'm the man wit the plan I stand from Kansas And this weed enhances scandalous dances What is in my hands will take yo last glances Fuckin wit a technicality, that's what it gotta be Nigga sittin on the side of me My mentality makes fatality reality Split yo anatomy, assault and battery Niggas pray to God we stop, we won't though Askin who's on the top, they don't know But don't no muthafucka in the muthafuckin western muthafuckin hemisphere really want Joe Associated with a deadly force we got codes Deeper than morse Sounds like (noise) And needle points bullet shoot through a horse So of course I'm leavin niggas dead like a corpse <i>[Gun shot then a pause...]</i> <i>[Tech N9ne]</i> Don't test me Biatchres Another collorialism I came up wit the bitch deep this twist Betta hurry pick a position I do for when you niggas submited to Amerikilla did it and then I I quit it I flip in a minute I'ma get them rellish lips You can't sell us dip We gettin high off K bombay (bombay) Packin hella heat like Pompay (Pompay) Itch-made abay igga-may anyway I get ill when I feel like, gettin biz You know what that is? I know what that is When I be rippin eveybody know what that is Rewind, SLEMET, NIET, HAA, HEEEH!! If anybody wanna catch this I just said fuck demons and I got pit backwards And that's bomb futuristic attack shit Match this Takes hella practice To rips scripts nigga gotta be thug I gotta make this shit make sense so I can say 'made it ma' Top of the world Gimme life or give me death Death becomes evil like asmodious I gotta a melodious flow It becomes podious changeable Untameable angel Anghellic Bustin like a Magnum, Tom Selleck Advisary terror Sick of loosin money in Harris Mac assasin like Anotonio Banderas How many niggas you know I bust style So ambidextrous and I mean I'm buck wild When it's on I be heated like a hot comb Like I said in the first, zone Accident prone But these niggas don't wanna flex wit Tech when the heat is on Nigga Now it's on <i>[Chorus]</i> |
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from Tech N9Ne - Vintage Tech (2005)
I really don't have to tell you much about this one
Because the song is like the song is like self-explanatory You know what I mean? It's called My Own Hell Story about me, and Midwest side, and Hog style Records And people around me, and my wife, and stuff like that Pretty personal Real ruff copy It's the only one we got You know what I mean? I think y'all really love the story People are nosy and want to know about my life so check this out This is called, 'My own hell' produced by Don Juan Nigga, my life is straight conflict When all I want to do is kick it hard and make bomb shit Every perimeter I enter is infested with a sinner Seems like I'm losing and never coming out the winner Shit, I'm the only one kicking it Everyone else plotting and scheming But yet they never listen when I say I'm a little piece of love and a pit full of demons Midwest side was record company comprised of all friends Who grew up together and shared ends Nobody stepped on nobody's toes Don Juan was executive producer, Juan had beats I had flows Scoob and Txx Will did promotion Got it where Mitch Bade was the shit and got Kansas City open Juan got that shit to Quincy Jones through a chick named Mona Three days later Q called us back and it was on Q told us to wait on putting the record out indy The record company will make it to where we'll have plenty So we waited, should we put this out? We debated But working with Quincy we were elated So now we on the road to L.A. and it was live Till we got to Quincy's and Don Juan to Scooby and them to wait outside That's when the tension started to build Niggaz started feeling unappreciated and then shit got real '97 Quincy called back for me and Juan I told my Rogue Dog niggaz just to remain calm I'm 'bout to make it so we can bling, get us nice things And then Don Juan said, "Let's mash for our dreams" Scooby didn't like the way he spent his money on promos T-shirts and money to make room for logos He thought he wasn't appreciated, Midwest side depreciated Gone for the summer and everybody waited Bakarii didn't like the fact he was down with Mitch Bade He felt that he should be the next nigga to get paid Txx Will got tired of being lectured On distribution so the anted up and started Hog style Records My niggaz wanted me to ride Hell yeah I'm down, Tecca Nina's on both sides Hog style's like fuck 'em, 'cuz they didn't believe in 57 Midwest side's the same, but the love, I'm trynna find my way to heaven Yo This is my own hell, nigga this is my own hell Just trynna make my records sell Off in my own hell, nigga this is my own hell We want to Cali to hook with QD3 They wanted the superstar to be me Kicked it with big Q off in the wild wild west they signed me to Quest Didn't know I was in for some more perspective mess Quest fighting Midwest side over a single All the way from the love angel to Chris Cringle CEO of Midwest side fighting QD over my budget QD fighting quest 'cuz he never loved it Warner Bros fighting back and forth with my artists 'Cuz the bitch who's handling money is retarded Quest don't like Midwest side, QD3 don't like Quest And I'm sitting in the middle depressed Warner Bros send me four Gs a month I'm kickin' it at parties, liquor, weed, and cunts When everybody's fussing and fighting I'm suffering peacefully like novacaine That's because I didn't know the game Midwest side, Juan, and QD3, Q W E S T fighting over me Sway and Tech fighting Q over a check he didn't pay but I suffer Yeah, I suffer at the end of the day Yo This is my own hell, nigga this is my own hell Just trynna make my records sell Off in my own hell, nigga this is my own hell My female friends started not to like my woman When they found my marriage was comin' My wife didn't like my friends from the get go She say them bitches ain't nothing But fucking famous rapper niggaz for the grip hoes Wifey don't like me hanging out with E and Beans 'Cuz when we be seeing E and Beans wifey be seeing things Beans don't like Sheryl 'cuz Sheryl fine a hell And Beans things Sheryl will take the dick to show and tell Sheryl don't like Beans 'cuz Beans rude She wish Beans would go back to Chicago with her dude Sayin' he don't like Dr. Wick But Dr. Wick don't give a shit Zany got Nicky waiting for the hit Wifey study entire 'cuz something look fishy 'Cuz all my relations iffy iffy Wifey thinks Big ? would try to fuck Big ? knew if he try wifey was down to buck Now all these niggaz in my rhyme are my people No one can save them not even a steeple could make the equal You're all my sisters, my brothers, but I'm tired of mediating I'mma sit back and watch y'all kill each motherfucking other Yo This is my own hell, nigga this is my own hell Just trynna make my records sell Off in my own hell, nigga this is my own hell This is my own hell, nigga this is my own hell Just trynna make my records sell Off in my own hell, nigga this is my own hell |
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from Tech N9Ne - Vintage Tech (2005)
<i>[Tech N9ne Talking]</i>
Yo Turn this shit up a little bit Juan So these motherfuckers can feel what I'm saying Yea, like that (Monstah!) <i>[Repeat 6 times]</i> <i>[Tech N9ne]</i> When I was 5 years old I relized there was a road At the end, will I get Pots of gold Kidergarden teacher knew I was impossible Gots to grow dick quick To cock the hoe Evil breed We smoke weed without seeds Do dirty deeds Beat foul fiends What the need Walk around with a switch blade In 6th grade You'll get a blade If you display you a bitch Or Mitch Bade Have you ever Sold a preacher Crack on sunday Fucked your teacher? 7th grader Under bleachers Loosing data Smokin reefer Hostla migo, hostla laygo Santa Fe hoes After I pop, I stop and lay low Damn clown from kan town Many man found Theres a monster breeding Nigga stand down! (Monstah <i>[x3]</i>) <i>[Chorus]</i> If you wanna act like me (Monstah) You gotta pop a gat like me (Monstah) Makin niggaz skat like me (Monstah) Dumpin hella crack like me (Monstah) You can always act like me (Monstah) But you gotta be black like me (Monstah) Keep huddled to your gat tightly (Monstah) Cuzz he just might be (Monstah!) <i>[Verse 2 - Tech N9ne:]</i> It must be in my blood It must be in my soul Im musty in the mud Im dusty in my clothes Dont trust me I'ma scrub Dont fuck with me I'm cold Im quick to hold a grude Dont touch me, I might explode Im made for wrong I spent too many days alone Blaze the bong Too many survalance homes And niggaz shittya Hit me ya Bitch I'm aa into ya Ass, just pass But leave the clamitiea <i>[Don Juan]</i> What kinda nigga take X But never heard of safe sex What kinda nigga never think of learnin Make his momma suck dick while he burnin <i>[Verse 3: Tech N9ne]</i> Who dat nigga drinkin liquar While Slim Shady bumpin Who shot dem niggaz down On land and 80 somethin, (TECH N9NE!) Them drug dealers, who think they know where evil lurks now Whos that commiting sexual acts on church ground? <i>[Chorus 2x]</i> <i>[Verse 4: Tech N9ne]</i> Momma never knew wassup She never knew id turn beast When I grew up She never thought that id go nuts I hang with niggaz from the hood Who still dont give a fuck Im a creature from the black platoon Pass the shroom Blast to the moon WIth half the room Still everyone knows I been a bad boy Fuckin little orian, forrest hill cemetary The defintion of a bad boy Use to hit niggaz for runnin into us Never had joy,And I Never ever really had toys So I started playing with AK's Making hella noise Who killed fetuses Who needed this GHB to get heated Immediate We get weeded then some concieded shit Many more coming Because, Because, Because Its dark off in Kansas City The Land of Oz <i>[Chorus 2x]</i> <i>[Tech N9ne Talking]</i> Thats real Thats just a piece This is just a little piece of the story Got much much more to tell y'all! <i>[Chorus]</i> |
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from Tech N9Ne - Vintage Tech (2005)
<i>[Hook]</i>
Have you Ever met a nigga Who was pie sprung It's a lot of slinky niggas Where I come from There's another missile catcher Just like 'em His name is Mitchell Bade Mitchell Bade <i>[Tech N9NE - Verse 1]</i> What up Mitch Is it a everyday thing For you to act Just like a bitch How does it feel To have a nigga That will kill you For the foul shit You pitch Number one snitch A bitch with a dick I found the remedy For the enemy What Bust at the nigga Like shooting at the Kennedy's Cause Mitch Bade Ain't really no friend to me <i>[Bakarri]</i> To be exact He's a nigga that talk But he really he can't back That shit that he talks So he gotta walk around With a gat But a nigga like me Can knock him out With the force of a hurricane The penalty from the path If you disrespect the game <i>[Tech N9NE]</i> Now what goes on Inside the mind Of a nigga like this The nigga pissed Cause I put about four rounds Up in a trick he's with But it ain't my fault You're a little ole' bitch <i>[Bakarii]</i> Without your click <i>[Tech N9NE]</i> Nigga run With a quickness <i>[Bakarii]</i> Get away quick But you better not slip <i>[Tech N9NE]</i> Better off with a Bianca Than be stuck <i>[Bakarii]</i> With an A K forty-seven On your lip Right Even if I'm lifted I can scope him From a mile away Niggas faking Like anticipating Their dooms day <i>[Tech N9NE]</i> Camouflage it But I can see you acting Like a bitch Which are the symptoms Of a nigga named Mitch <i>[Hook]</i> Have you Ever met a nigga Who was pie sprung It's a lot of slicky niggas Where I come from There's another missile catcher Just like 'em His name is Mitchell Bade Mitchell Bade If a Mitch is in your mist You best to check one And be ret to go for milli When the next one comes If that nigga Got a foot off Off in his rectum His name is Mitchell Bade Mitchell Bade <i>[Tech N9NE - Verse 2]</i> Last night I gotta page From Bianca <i>[Bakarii]</i> She told me her man was tripping So swoop about a block up So I um Got prepared My conscience told me Grab the gat But all I could think about Was hitting that kitty kat From the back All about that hustle But tonight I gots to kick it Deep conversation But it's the first time Lettin' a nigga hit it But I'm not alone It seems this nigga Was on the phone Her heard the spot the topic Wicked wicked Now it's on As I continue Creeping It's apparent That I'm dealing with a Mitch Bade So I guess that's why He keeps on staring But I'm well equipped To handle a fleet So nigga don't think I'm sleep We can talk like men Or we can get grim And handle this shit With streets Don't ever trust No cock Especially when A nigga like me Is rolling up your block Bitch made nigga Couldn't see that you was played So we just changed your name And called you Mitch Bade Mitch Bade <i>[Hook]</i> Have you Ever met a nigga Who was pie sprung It's a lot of slinky niggas Where I come from There's another missile catcher Just like 'em His name is Mitchell Bade Mitchell Bade If a Mitch is in your mist You best to check one And be ret to go for milli When the next one comes If that nigga Got a foot off Off in his rectum His name is Mitchell Bade Mitchell Bade <i>[Tech N9NE - Verse 3]</i> Cruising down the Spect With five splifs rolled Passenger seat Sunday the hoe stroll Went to the park With major loot Dippin' up on bitches But the jealous Mitch Is ready to shoot Peep But it ain't complete The day is foul Without a big butt and smile I need a trick That's running wet Like Fury Of The Nile Bumped into Stepped unto This chick That's thick And photogenic In a minute Imma get up in it With a jimmy To avoid That AIDS epidemic Get it Got it Good in the hood Shit's all good Niggas so I knocked on wood Got to her crib Drank some Crown Laid me down Showed me the goods Then knock knock Who's that She said Her man And he might be strapped With a gat Put back on my shit Time to show this fool Just here it's at Ready to get rough She opened up enough So I can see She cracked it a bit But that nigga pushed her Then came after me Extended arm And bodily harm He should have caught the trigger Chiggers Bitch Made Mitch bade Nigga <i>[Hook]</i> Have you Ever met a nigga Who was pie sprung It's a lot of slinky niggas Where I come from There's another missile catcher Just like 'em His name is Mitchell Bade Mitchell Bade If a Mitch is in your mist You best to check one And be ret to for milli When the next one comes If that nigga Got a foot off Off in his rectum His name is Mitchell Bade Mitchell Bade |
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from Tech N9Ne - Anghellic (2003)
[Tech N9ne]
What's sizzlin Demons, angels, and civilians Welcome to my purgatory party baby They say it ain't nothing but farms where we from They think we can't do no one harm where we from Gorillas and killers and thugs from abyss Tech N9ne making 'em breathe like what like this Kansas City (fade) wake up yo like this [Tech N9ne] One, and then comes the two to the three and four Two-thousand Techa N9na is hardcore with a K See me step up on the track like a thug Make it pound at West end then make a dub To the homies in jail When you making bail Time to act an idiot A lot not just a little bit Watch when Kansas City hit Tech N9ne's gonna spit it You want this record cool go get it Hot when the flames lit Gloc where the bane sits Shock when the pain quits Pac would've banged this Instantaneous when I aim at the miscellaneous Ask me ask ask why why I'm the strangest Because Nobody ever wanted me rapping But I knew within me I could make it happen Flipping hella different to get it cracking Never biting nothing I was never jacking Millimeter spitting ripping up a show Got the people trippin' everywhere we go And now we getting you to know that misery is coming We were summoned now the haters running when we gunning Yo you don't know That I'm 'bout to blow K see M O Better bang this People make their jokes and say we're off to see the wizard Well me and Dorothy and Toto's on your ass when you visit (Hook - [Tech N9ne]) It's alive aw hell It's alive dod gwamn It's alive odd male It's alive I am Been in the dark a minute but now I made it through it This Kansas City Imma show you how we do it We say walla Milli dollar Then break a lot a jaw (2x) Watch this rock [Tech N9ne] Who would bust like my style it's ruffcut and it's True hood stuff bright hot wild mystic plus mannish Alien nation invasion Black white and even asian Is gazing at the raised in misery faze ravin' For the crazed heaven Six six triple eight forty-six ninety-nine three We back Sick with nickel plates whorey chicks mighty mine be We pack Just when you're knowing where I'm gonna be I vanish Step into my brain got it so dark that you can't see Godd dammit Your flows come in your flows go out My flows eternally coming out your mouth Your makers in some haters doubt And yes it's pitiful Not even my pinnacle Better know when I bust I can do it everyday with a mind full of lust If you really must Get with a N9ne millimeter gun then trust You'll get left the in the dust Everybody better move when I groove Imma hit 'em with a bus Anybody with a bigger mouth up in here better hush (Hook repeat) Kansas City City City That's where I really want to be grime and gritty gritty gritty Back up when I throw that V up in the air air air That's five seven are D V And you know nare nare nare That'll represent like me Yo we did it in Kansas City yo we did it Like Biggie say Much love my left mind said Tech N9ne is iggy J You can find me off in Kansas City on Saturday at Maniax Or at the Motel 6 laying up with two chicks the Lenny and Squiggy way Or jack Tripper I'm Tech the rap Ripper on Cognac Liquor I'm Tech the gat Clicker I'm up on that Thicker than water track a whipper snap Who's trying to bring Tony Kannedy Del Shawn and Chipper back Signing off rhyming off the wall constantly Timing off never that clever raps the comp can't be Creeping seeping through crevices hella beefing Thinking they can stop the heart of Kansas City but the heart of Kansas City is beating (Hook repeat) We say walla Milli dollar Then break a lot of jaw (4x) |
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from Tech N9Ne - Absolute Power (2002)
[Pre-Hook]2x
Moma say stop or I'm gonna tell poppa [Hook] This is the town where the clowns put it down baby Moma say stop or I'm gonna tell poppa Close the door befo ya child here the sound baby Moma say stop or I'm gonna tell poppa * - Tech raps these lines in between at double speed [Tech N9ne] The killa clowns in ya town raisin all hell * Tecca Nina wit the stamina comin to damage ya Buckin the bammer when I bust wit a bang And it ain't no clause that say fraud ain't no tall tale * Women love when I hit when I cover the booty They givin it to me but it ain't no thang We reppin KC MO fellas and the ladies know * That we comin wit the killas I'm wit the gorillas The villians that get ya when you disrespect us Even the babies know Tech Nina got crazy flow * We be givin the women the willy we sick of the hatas want to pays us betta get this record This is important we be courtin every place we go * Get you up in the room and drippin up wit the groom I give it to you anyway you want to have it Baby is a horse and yes of course I'ma have to break the hoe * Leavin the kids at home I want to bone alone We hoppin up and down like jack rabbits So many kids put this on they daddies mind * Never will I ever put 'em out there like that Feelin that I did Tecca Nina take it right back Tellin 'em that they mommy's boyfriends Tech N9ne * Don't be lookin at me like you really want to fight cat All Tecca Nina want to know is where the mic at [Hook]2x [Tech N9ne] 151, Malibu Rum, and pineapple juice * For those that don't know that's Caroboulu Warranted in Missou We havin fun got some buns on some yack abuse * Rouge Dawgs gonna rep it and smoke a lot Regime, Outlawz, Duece Click in a zoo Stack up when you wit the nut house we gonna have ya * Takin everything up in the book from X and the puff You lookin to get took Abracadbra, 151 and coke is viagra * Give it to me, give it to me, give it to me Gotta real love from havin the bed shook Look I'm hella fed up wit all the silly rumors dawg * Sayin that we got dropped JCOR That never ever happened I mean what do they know We kept our head up and now moneys comin to us all * We kickin it wit Strange wollowin fame Givin the game only when I say so So crack some bud wit me, demons get some love wit me * Doin what you gotta do to get what you gotta get It gotta get it all Tecca Ninas on a roll Get on some shrub wit me, two cases of bud wit me * What you gonna do to get the women on crunk I'ma hit 'em wit the funk got 'em all like OOOO! [Hook] [Tech N9ne] One, then comes the two to the three and * That was the anthem no this the anthem Hella rockin the planet again you can't stand it again Huns, they then comin through to see me man * Then I de-pants 'em and I bust at random In a bit I'ma land 'em, dock, women I ram it again Raise, I love to get high and get paid * Why do I want to stick 'em wit another hit out of abyss Baby you don't want to miss the ISH Babes they love to come by and get laid * Why am I at the pinnacle when I rip it I'ma kill 'em in this To the hatas I gotta send 'em a gift Bump this in your ride or in the club * Givin everybody what they need I give it all so they give it all back to me Hatas don't you hide just show some love * Do you dig it I'ma rep the be |
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from Tech N9Ne - Absolute Power (2002)
1971 Aaron D. Yates was born
1985 Aaron wrote his 1st rhyme 1988 Aaron adopts the name TECH N9NE 1990 TECH N9NE teams with producer Icy Roc Kraven 1997 Tech signs with Qwest Records 1999 Tech is released from the label 2002 Tech and Strange Music teams with MSC Entertainment and records <i>[Verse 1]</i> If you see me lookin' clean cut Matchin' from head to toe dippin' with a mean strut Throwin' and blowin' green stuff hella creamed up with a bling cup Ain't no wicked we can kick it if you blue or beamed up If you, see me step off in the clubber with some pros With about 6 of 'em cut no longer waiting to be chose And if you hear me tell my homies anything goes With these chickens dippin' to Davy's right when the clubber close If you see me on the grind getting' mine If you bust in the room and find me hittin' yours from behind If you hear me bustin' rhymes rippin' each and every time If I got it at capacity and you still got a line If I'm rollin' on dubs, if it's K-Town bud If they showin' me love with a red rug at the club If you see them hatas giving me mugs, ladies giving me hugs It ain't no rocket science it's because <i>[Chorus]</i> I'm a playa I'm a playa I'm a playa I'm a playa I'm a playa I'm a playa I'm a playa I'm a playa Oh oh I'm a playa <i>[Repeat 2x]</i> <i>[Verse 2]</i> I'm a playa in every sense of the word ya heard I'm getting' money from these dummies flip your chick so absurd I'm a playa and I pop collars I'm a playa when I don't or when I do drop dollars them rot weilders She don't want no softy sayin' he do when he don't She don't want no perpetrating 9 to fiver trying to flaunt She don't want no punk that can't get it krunk No she don't that's how it go so my homie Kaliko tell'em what she want She want a playa not thugs on dubs We be rollin' them 22's and 3's pop ludes and V's I'm in hot pursuit of a prostitute Kaliko knock boots gots lots to shoot Im pullin out the latex and given it to who's next And fool'em pull a brewnet wit unforgettable sex She's oohin-oohin' sweat and I ain't telling who's wet And I ain't getting loose yet so who's next 4 group sex <i>[Chorus]</i> <i>[Repeat 2x]</i> <i>[Verse 3]</i> Never ever tell ya love where else you get your love Move in groups no one on one when you hit the club And you should know this if you call yourself a wicked thug If you creep to the movies throw away your ticket stub If you sexin' learn this lesson when you wash off Just use hot water don't put no soap on your wash cloth That way when you get home no questions you won't leave her bent Don't be a dope and use the soap cause it will leave a scent Don't tell a #2 that she's your one and only Cause if she know it's way easy to go her own way If you taking chickens to your secret home hey Always go the back way to confuse'em just take the long way To all the ladies if you playin' throw ya hands up To all my fellas if you playin' throw ya grands up This is 4-eva baby having clever thangs I'm a playa Mother fucker and I bet I'll never change <i>[Chorus]</i> <i>[Repeat 4x]</i> |
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from Tech N9Ne - Absolute Power (2002)
[Tech N9ne]
I be bustin (bustin) parents be fussin and cussin Cause all I talk about is silicone and muffins (muffins) So if you didn't come to hear some strips clubs hits Then get the hell on cause I'm gettin my mail on; I'm hustlin I'm talkin about foes and I'm talkin bout fans and kitties I'm talkin about hoes and I'm talkin bout Kansas City That's where I dwell wit wit, my my bills And I I, I will pop hot rocks for real Venomous, when it gets HOT The Tech straight killin hatas, when it gets ROCK The sex rates genemater, so don't miss SHOT Spits quick game inovator Chick generator quick trip James Lemonator This is the beginin of blingin and houses and women Welcomin angels and demons and cowards are sent it I'm alive and well but demise will bring ghost stories When I rise in hell them alive will still vote for me [Hook]2x Watch out, cuzz here comes Tecca Nina Roll out, cuzz here comes Tecca Nina Drop down, cuzz here comes Tecca Nina Cuzz here comes Tecca Nina Cuzz here comes Tecca Nina Cuzz here comes Tecca Nina [Tech N9ne] Bonzai, baby every once I Smokin and drinkin and poppin so hurry come fly Cuzz I plenty rolled, and I got plenty dough And we got plenty hoes, we roll on 24's What it is, what it was, what it shall be What the bliz, what the L, where the Belvi Caroboulu is 151 and Malibu Rum and pineapple So what's this weakness you tryin to sell me I represent, the Rougue Dawg villain niggas Betta repent, the foes all feelin triggas You got me tempt, we rolls all billa scrilla Roll call villain killas, froze y'all fill in millas This be the best time To bust ya best rhyme You bring ya best rhyme I'm on yo next line And when I flex mine I see respect signs Call the request line And just say TECH N9NE! [Hook] [Tech N9ne] They call me Tecca Nina, that be my nick name I often wreck arenas, most of em chicks man Spoil us wit checks and visa, that's how we spit game Havin them bless the weiner, I love to get brain Four chicks in the back of the truck Backin it up, suckin on tongues laughin it up Gased in the cut, bustin the buns slappin it up Quick wrappin it up, we trust wit no funds Then passin the butt Absolute when I shoot the shit Choose the chicks wit flows that you used to get Take 'em to Adams house, and rat 'em out Or take 'em down to Wes' get breastes up in ya face And scat 'em out Make room, for the crew and beats that thump I got the sickness horny chicks mighty mind be |
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from Tech N9Ne - Anghellic (2003)
Everything was suppose to be all Jesus
Everything was suppose to be all Jesus But it seems like everything is all Satan But it seems like everything is all Satan Everything was suppose to be all Jesus Everything was suppose to be all Jesus But it seems like everything is all Satan But it seems like everything is all Satan [1st Verse] In the new millennium You can't play with nobody's mind Man Deliberately messing up a good thing Or holding up a grind And You already knowing life's a big fight Against time Man Crime minds Really shine Who's dying Is the kind Man When some of us Find that life ain't beautiful We switch to Pharmaceuticals Your nine to five Ain't suitable For the cuticles I'm going bad Currently I keep ending up With even less Than I had Record company Is dealing me something sad How do you expect A man to sit And wait with three kids For you to Figure out What Tech's SINGLE is Going bad I feel like I just might Act a fool When I see 'em Gotta a nigga Feeling petty Looking forward To perdeium I got some issues Most of these record execs Are soft as tissues Defecate on they self When they here some I'm gon get yous Understand this When a Rogue's at You're trying to hold back His dough sack And try to bozack And he go cock The 4 4 back You chose that So cut these ties And I'll rise Let's compromise Or else I'll hop a plane With my guys QDIII said It ain't all good When you sign with a record label Who ain't Had a hot soundtrack Ever since Boyz N Da Hood [Bridge] I'm going bad No luck I'm going Bad, bad, bad So rough I'm going Bad, bad, bad No church I'm going Bad, bad, bad Disperse I'm going Bad Feel me out now [Hook-Charmelle] This life I live Ain't extra No angels to Stand next to To live a life that's better I'll sacrifice Whatever This life I live Ain't extra No angles to Stand next to To live a life that's better I'll sacrifice Whatever [LeCoya LeJuene] No one wants to see An angel in this world In these days To them I am The epitome of evil A found soul Looking to save the lost To them I am death And of not wanting An evil man [2nd Verse] For living expenses They gave me like Thirty-five G's Picture me in a hospital Shot up With thirty I V's That's what I really needed When I found out This drama Trauma Instead of moving I should've kept all that And continued to stay With my girls Momma Gutter Living Got me tripping I'm smoking bud daily Gutter Living Got me tripping I'm going blood crazy Gutter Living Got me tripping I'm struggling like a bad actor Gutter Living Got me sounding like The Madd Rapper The bad influence The bad apple The bad seed That's me The bad people The bad karma The bad breed Mushroom tripping Brain's a mushroom cloud Finding groupies Tugging on my zipper While I'm hanging on To my vows Demons surround me In triple Stage darkness And taunt me They know I'm the good guy Going bad So they want me All my family remembers Way back in the day I was good But they doubt now Disperse I'm going bad Feel me out now [Hook-Charmelle] This life I live Ain't extra No angels to Stand next to To live a life that's better I'll sacrifice Whatever This life I live Ain't extra No angels to Stand next to To live a life that's better I'll sacrifice Whatever [LeCoya LeJuene] To say going bad To most Ha Never been good Just getting worst Thoughts to destroy And to tear things apart Thoughts to praise Adore And to love The trick is What voice is telling you what [3rd Verse] Mind state of a pirate I'm irate Used to be cool Till some straight fool Lit the pilot Will I be that Mid-town bound In the middle of a riot Or at a wherehouse Shipping platinum Shaking hands with Violet No love for the bane False foes in the game The Qwest wreck was a shame Twas a journey full of pain But Tech N9NE will remain Hella brave And untame So make way For the reign I'm bringing Highland and Wayne No thanks to Qwest They on the receiving end Of the gun I cursed you Everytime I climb You're getting fired One by one But taking one with me Cause she knows the true meaning Of a modern day hippie Who creates jewels off mushrooms And bombs sticky HOG STYLIN' Mid West Side And Newday And King Tech & Sway These are the people keeping me alive To this day much love QD said You can't make rell With a label who let Tipper Gore talk shit And made 'em take Ice T's cop killer Off the shelves [Bridge] I'm going bad No luck I'm going Bad So rough I'm going Bad No church I'm going Bad Disperse I'm going Bad Feel me out now [Hook-Charmelle] This life I live Ain't extra No angels to Stand next to To live a life that's better I'll sacrifice Whatever This life I live Ain't extra No angels to Stand next to To live a life that's better I'll sacrifice Whatever [LeCoya LeJuene] Right now I can't distinguish Which voice I'm listening to Am I evil Or just another lost soul Going bad Or just been bad And getting worst |
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from Tech N9Ne - Anghellic (2003)
And God said let us make man in our image (Tech)
According to our likeness (N9ne) Let them have dominion over the fish of the sea over birds of the air, over the cattle, and over all the earth [Tech N9ne] Projected image across my soul saying can't (Die) Many death situations but that ain't (Why) I got the spirit of an angel mixed with demoniac ways of livin So this means I'll beat the evil out of a non-believer until praise is given (But I know) Torcher is evil though it says in the (Bible) You got to be righteous spirited for the (Arrival) I'm righteous and wicked but I wonder (Can I go) If there's a heaven but on earth it's (Survival) Connected with angels but to demons (I'm vital) Approachin with hate oh yes it's (Homocidal) Like denouncing Selena at (Cinco de Mayo) Certain death (Oh no) Oh no I'm on the road to heaven and hell Don't even bother me ever since eleven and twelve I've been that prodigy though life has never been swell Somewhere there's gotta be where a good samaratin prevails But they get straight sodomy So I learned the ways of man Grands Fillin my pants Gun in my hand For the demons on the land On the other hand I really am An-ghellic I ain't got to stress if you can't tell it Look into my eyes No surprise I'm half cupid half relic (Cha cha) He who treads the path of the best is also he who sins are repentable But if you ever, ever ever ever hurt a God then we gotta do away with the genitals Don't ever do somethin you'll regret Do away with all these goody goody law abiding mothafuckas and let there be Tech nigga [Hook 1] If anybody say "Fuck me" Everybody say "Fuck you" Cause they know my shit's pure Soul serving and plus true If anybody say "Fuck me" Everybody say "Fuck you" Odd one Tech got that God Complex [Hook 2] - 2x Get on your knees and pray If you step in our way Cause we spray til they decay The ones who hate everyday But how long? (Must we flash and pop) How long? (Must we show demons we can't be stopped) [Tech N9ne] (Can they fuck wit chu?) No (Their brain frames are too) Slow (The villain will kill em with new) Flow (If ya hatin me this is for you) Blow I've been too humble wit y'all niggas Time to rumble wit y'all niggas Me and Don Juan forever we gettin figures Me and the Rouge Dawgs are kickin it gettin richer All these fools thinkin they gonna stop me I'm about to make us a million just watch me Everybody thinkin they heated but they sloppy Nigga, that's why you never be sellin copies (I will) Rise above all of you regardless of (My skrill) That ain't got shit to do with Tecca the (N9ne skill) Bust on you rapper cats and proceed to (Make mill 5-6 Vill) I be seein em down at Mardi Gras gettin flows off Everything gettin showed off Not me, tryin to mock me on record head gettin blowed off Freestyle I admire But every week you givin away fire Your rappers license expired Leavin nothin to be desired Oh God Bless this particular rapper in K.C No matter how hard you try, you can't fuck with me First, learn how to do choruses then try to get people to trust you If anybody say "Fuck me" everybody say "Fuck you" [Hook 2] - 2x Get on your knees and pray If you step in our way Cause we spray til they decay The ones who hate everyday But how long? (Must we flash and pop) How long? (Must we show demons we can't be stopped) [Tech N9ne] If I offended you in any way (Maybe the shoe fits) Either that or you just plenty gay (If you're like me) You don't give a damn you're just enjoyin the flow To all the people who were offended I'm about to offend you some mo' Is God White, brown, green, red, or even blue? Is he American, Arabic, Mexican, or even Jew? Everybody want to be the special and want to be the chosen few Everybody want to be but they gonna be through Til you do right by me, everything that you do is gonna be wack Eveything you built is bout to crack Everything you did to me is comin back No where to scat And I say that Cause I know Jesus Christ and God is black And they comin back nigga! Jeah! Nigga Like I said, me and Don Juan Best motherfuckin rapper, best motherfuckin producer Globally, in Kansas City wherever nigga And all y'all haters, remember this! [Hook 1] If anybody say "Fuck me" Everybody say "Fuck you" Cause they know my shit's pure Soul serving and plus true If anybody say "Fuck me" Everybody say "Fuck you" Odd one Tech got that God Complex [Hook 2] - 2x Get on your knees and pray If you step in our way Cause we spray til they decay The ones who hate everyday But how long? (Must we flash and pop) How long? (Must we show demons we can't be stopped) |
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from Tech N9Ne - Vintage Tech (2005)
F.R.E.A.K! this is for my tail cloppers, males stalkers, ass shaker, cash makers, who blast vegas, yo this is for the freaks baby patite ladys even my sellulite ladys, this is tech n9ne baby! when i was five years old my uncle snuck me into a drive in show, got in without paying i hid behind jimmy and babe row, a triple ex flick diddnt even know what i was in for. yo i seen some things that made me feel kida funny inside, i seen some things that my momma wouldnt want me to see at this size, i seen some stuff home boyz in the back were huffin and puffin windows foggy didnt know when i came of age id be gluttin for muffins homeboy when i seen this i really mean this (i was really shocked) and my team mate was really fiendish (it got really hot) fealing blanket a lil squimish (i didnt want it to stop) my uncle said now chance dont piss your pants evrybody laughed that was there to watch. went back to school yo the next day, didnt look at home girlz, the same way, started askin neighbors can they girlz come out to play instead of hide and go seek its hide and go get it with no delay. i grew this thing called freaky aw sex on my brain its was the best thing, i cought it when i was young and aunry just a baby havin nasty dreams. i heard it was a zodiac thing they say scorpios are know to be freaks, i see somthing lookin good i say dwaam (dwaam)and when i see that ass hop i get gee!(get gee!) time kept on movin on my shellish clothes, fly looking at young girlyz singing a tailess woe, i already sinning hopin that hell is cold, n9ne lost his virginity when he was twelve years old with a girl name marleen, me and her were starving, for eachother under the covers cooped up like sardins, my hard thing started barging thaught it was retarded when it spit on her we started to arguing. heres a message to the young folks, (dont try this at home) dont start in earlie like tech n9ne (wait till you are grown) when i was in high school i would wake up in the morning after i took a shower, id put on a non lubircated condom cuz it could be on at any hour. and my brain is like a disease,(disease) i see a fine girl walking by im on her like freaze(freaze,freaze) i aint got to let her know im right here so i got chease(chease,chease) all she gotta do is look into my eyez get her hypnotised and watch her open them legs. i grew this thing called freaky aw sex on my brain it was the best thing. i caught it when i was young and aunry just a baby havin nasty dreams, i heard it was a zodiac thing they say scorpios are known to be freaks, i see somthin looking good i say dwaam(dwaam) and when i see that ass hop i get gee(get gee). now adayz im up up in adult clubs (i can not shake it) pretty women i wanna givem more love (i cannot fake it) freaky viris who got me off of lust when (thats when you bring us) got me lovin really big bustin (that cunnalingus) i still be watchin pornos eatin digornos my hormones been running wild since the day i was borno tossed ya funky donkey in the kitchen and my posta on the sink we breaking dishes micheal dougles and glen closa do you really wanna get up in the bed with a pshyco sex fiend, and if you dont wanna do it in the flesh we can do it in a wet dream im gonna get up in ya brain no pain it'll be me and you (cha cha) in a minute before i get in it, im gonna telk you boo what i really wanna do i wanna hhhiiiiyyyaaa eat you out (gibberish musice played backwords) i grew this thing called freaky aw sex on my brain it was the best thing, i caught it when i was young and aunry just a baby havin nasty dreams i heard i was a zodiac thing they say scorpio's are know to be freaks i see somthing looking good i say dwaam(dwaam) and when i see that ass hop i get gee(get gee) SCORPIO AQUARIUS GEMINI CANCER LEO VIRGO LIBRA TAURUS CAPRICORN SAGITTARIUS PISCES ARIES I SEE SOMTHIN LOOKING GOOD I SAY DWAAM, AND WHEN I SEE THAT HOP I GET GEE. |
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from Tech N9Ne - Anghellic (2003)
Kutt go show how it feels
To be voided but listen First I'll make you miss it Like the senate was missin Patricia Hearst cause I been in it for a minute Put minutes in till it hurt, not for minute will I let You diminish my men at work And I been hurting trying to fathom the burden But grieved not I put in work, inside and out I'm deserving a clean shot You people nursing every NERD You encourage to speak not Or you'll get murdered, you ain't heard How the industry seized Pac Somebody help the fame hurtin I won't fall for the bullshit So fuck ya'll wit a hard dick Drop jaws when we barge in ya turn bitch In front of hard men most rappers are garbage Mitch bade are target how soon de forget that Strange is the hardest wit a line up of artists Do it regardless It's all about where your heart is You can start this but Strange gonna finish it Menice rhyme spoken In every line it presented in To all you hataz in power we say (Fuck the Industry, Fuck the Industry) Jack yo placks put'em down on ebay (Fuck the Industry, Fuck the Industry) And all you boogie ass chumps can't touch us The industry is some punk mutha fuckers You tell'em FTI when anybody ask ya Fuck the industry, they the enemy Fuck this industry man I'll make it happen boy With fat change this rap thing Full of hoes and hataz and hat gain The CEO don't want no part to this do 'Cause if you're fuckin up against My firm is squakin at you mean carkas is thru The A.R. better stay in this car 'Cause I'm parkin it to Don't hate Brim cause I'm talking the truth My dogs is barking at you So you better get your mind right Deuce clik representation we in the lime light This rage is against the machine Turn these pages and flip till they clean And what remains is 4 Krizz 2 be seen So I say "Fuck the Industry" Cause da speech that u preach to do people Is so evil so "fuck your ministry" How they ever gon' say what we gon' say How they ever gon' say what we gon' do Here I come 4 the mon and I'm comin with a gun Now tell me what I will and I won't do F - Fear em they blast hoes T - Tear 'em a new asshole I - Infect their mind wit this lyrical blindness To all you hataz in power we say (Fuck the Industry, Fuck the Industry) Jack yo placks put'em down on ebay (Fuck the Industry, Fuck the Industry) And all you boogie ass chumps can't touch us The industry is some punk mutha fuckers You tell'em FTI when anybody ask ya Fuck the industry, they the enemy Hey Skatterman I heard you rollin' with Tech But I still ain't signed 'Cause I'm a problem for these record execs How can they market A young black political target? Who done took coca leaves Beacon soda and enlarged it Into crack rocks selling crack rocks for a livin' From the black top Where we jack cops for a livin' So fuck the industry and damn the beats I ain't just in the street I'm Skatterman, I am the streets, Nigga You got a smile glarin', cause you get it packed I got yo gal starin', cause you minute mack You go yo mouth swearing that yo hit is plack You hatin' file-sharing cause your shit is wack Sampled yo CD listened and it was cheesy No cable box 4 your TV no label watch for your breezy We ride feel the pain From inside fuck yo fame cause it died Said yo thang was about the game claimed Then he banged but you lied Bout yo artist but yo artist is the farthest From the harest but you market This bark at this bunk dirty carpet Shit game is out smarted Oops somebody farted bout to spark this shit Niggas are retarded look what you've started Cerami Mark is pissed Imma break it down for you clowns In the industry chain (Fuck perspective Warner Bros., Qwest and JCOR's name) Strange, we independent and you suckas Are the enemy you fuckin up the industry You bustas will remember me To all you hataz in power we say (Fuck the Industry, Fuck the Industry) Jack yo placks put'em down on ebay (Fuck the Industry, Fuck the Industry) And all you boogie ass chumps can't touch us The industry is some punk mutha fuckers You tell'em FTI when anybody ask ya Fuck the industry, they the enemy To all you hataz in power we say (Fuck the Industry, Fuck the Industry) Jack yo placks put'em down on ebay (Fuck the Industry, Fuck the Industry) And all you boogie ass chumps can't touch us The industry is some punk mutha fuckers You tell'em FTI when anybody ask ya Fuck the industry, they the enemy |
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from Tech N9Ne - Anghellic (2003)
Verse 1 Who the hell is Satan? And why I gotta be'em? I ain't worshipped Nathan So why you gotta see'em? When you look at me is it the Imagery? It's gotta godly evils not my energy I pose as angels clothes is mangled Instead of girbeaus and kangols The ho's still dangle I chose the angle of souls who tangle With foe's those who stain yo brain so bane though painful Shit is what they like, hit is what they might Spit his stuff in life, shit is fuckin' tight But some people think it's an evil experiment Some people is fearin' it, those who do Beatles is hearin' it Sincerity is neezle sin People who look and never listen They thinkin' that I'm the tyranny of evil men But I just tell it like it is dude My life story's quite gory spittin' even if it is rude So ain't no brimstone I ain't Jim Jones So put your grins on listen to them songs And you will see that they be classics Verbal gymnastics you call me Lucifer go to hell you bastard Chorus They call me devil boy, they call me devil boy The way I come is sick and I'm on some other level boy They call me devil boy, they call me devil boy Cause I am not the everyday I'm not no mellow boy They call me devil boy, they call me devil boy And those who know me yes they know that I am well annoyed They call me devil boy, if you call me devil boy You're going to all burn in hell Verse 2 Hot Christians pop my disc in Stop the dissin', squat and listen I never say hail Satan I'll never bail out and sell out and sell gay drama Hey mama they trying to crucify me like Jesus Religious groups deny me like skeezers We mic pleasers rip it and write heaters Niggas that ain't pleased with quickness are light readers I said Anghellic, then let the man sale it I let the fans smell it, then I expand relish But the devil tried to stop me that's JCOR They thought I'd crumble when it's rocky and stay poor Deus Vobiscum we playas go get some sprayers And hits'em with layers of slayer inscriptions That mean God be with you we split dude then hit you With pistols whip you then giggle never dissing nizzle again I talk about the rain, I talk about the sun about the pain, I speak about the fun I'm sayin' that I'm bad, I'm sayin that I'm good I'm saying this to the suburnites and every hood Yaw act like I'm sayin' (I love Lucifer I will kill all of you) Mother Fucker I ain't step into the lime light To devil worship in front of kids, get yo mind right Chorus Verse 3 They call me devil boy But I don't like that Those who recite that That's where the fights at Cause Imma tight cat Who hella write rap Even a slight crack And I'll be right back To the devil worshipers at my signings thinkin' I'm narly (huh) I just wanna go to your parties So I can run thru all your goth bitches and rock bitches Take'em on the block and now they 2Pac bitches I love the dark side with horror Got archives I'm sure You got hard lives Missourah is our side and it's hella depressin' hella a stressin' Retrogression back to depression a hell of a lesson This where it gets more sick Don't respect poor pricks Who listen to this album and then say exorcist You dense, hence the word Ang it means good Hellic it means bad you didn't catch it you should have Idiots make me wanna bust it (rebel toys) Tried to explain now I say fuck it (several ploys) Foolish title I can't touch it (devil boy) Cause I talk backwards (suseJ sevol uoy) Chorus Repeat 2 times |
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from Tech N9Ne - Anghellic (2003)
(1st Verse)
I was born in seventy-one In seventy-two I started to walk Seventy-three Seventy-four Seventy-five I learned to talk Seventy-six I tried sexing That was around the age of five Seventy-seven Seventy-eight And seventy-nine I started to ride With my Uncle Ike In eighty and eighty-one I was about ten But the first time a little chick Made me cum Was eighty-two Or eighty-three My life really came alive In eighty-four I was thirteen But Nineteen eighty-five's The number I met this bitch Who told me if I got tight with her Together we would grow rich Type of chick That'll make a brother Feel good inside In my mind when I'm sleep Woke When I walk When I ride Getting to me in the classroom Used to follow me into the bathroom And I loved it She was wild And everyday People bore me Captivate Activate my hormones When you speak to me Softly Offer me A piece of you Cause Me so horny She let me foreplay And that's it She said If I would rap And make some dollars for us Maybe I can get a hit I was writing Then I found myself fighting For the juices When I found out That our little agreement's Non-exclusive Ah damn She let celebrity status hit So I'm thinking of tactics How to leave ran down Prophylatics On the mattress So I practice Hoping to stuff my fat dick In this rap bitch Knowing when I stuff my cactus In that catfish Imma flat shit She's turning me into a killer Devour fools I'm powerful Like Mecha-Godzilla She said If I keep rapping She'll keep clapping But ain't nobody strapping Till she see paper And then we'll see what's happening And I hear her say (hook x2) You heard of Tech He's like the best He built his nest In the Midwest The boy can flow And he be busting like Boom boom It's like I'm stuck I feel I'm cursed About to load the N9na Tech cause in a sec I'm finna be busting like Boom boom (2nd Verse) Ninety-three She invited me To a party in L.A. So popular She introduced me to 2Pac the next day She took me to this party In Beverly Hills Where me and Chris Tucker Couldn't get in Because of our ball caps And they was all about dollar bills She was a G And got us all in for free Ran into Pac again She talked about him so tough I knew she was cocking him But I never did hate Because I knew Heated sex Was our fate As I got clever And a lot better She started letting me and my boys Hit together Me and Pac hit the slot Now it's out in the open Didn't take long To make her get it on Came on strong And Thugs Get Lonely too Was our slogan She wanted me And Chino XL But he backed off And said that's hell He don't dip into every female Waiting to exhale With a Wet tail Wish I could be with baby Daily But I recall The Veteran Click saying Tech Don't turn a tramp into your Lady I don't know why I want this bitch She always dis and Won't let me Showcase my shit This bitch is driving N9na Crazy (Hook x2) (3rd Verse) Fuck this I'm ready for One on one ruckus Still she like Don't touch this When I'm alone with her It's on When the bone hit her Get her Hoeing off in L.A. With my folks Me and Yuk, Phats, Gonz L Q Max Key Hella knocking your back out Bitch Long strokes You a nympho Who the pimps though Me and Roger Troutman Had you at Juan Momma house Shouting Through the talk box You exhaust cocks And you ought not Ever get caught hot Why she always gotta have the vault lock Kinda mad when I really Thought back Me and Rza hit that ass On the video set Why did we hit Raw Bitch told us How she fucked Eminem cool G KRS Monch Exhibit and All Type a niggas When Felony fucked He said What what what what I was next in line Right after he busted his Nut nut nut nut I heard My homey Rodney say She want me and Lynch to hit Sac and MO dick And she said she wanted it so bad Cause we so sick I saw you at 92.3 The Beat With Jay-Z and Damon I know at times I'm hella complex But now Imma put it in lamens I want to fuck you Not with Jimmy Jam Not with Terry Lewis Not with Quincy Jones Not with QD3 Just me and you And Imma show you all the things That I can do Go platinum plus Get trapped in your lust So I'm hoping me and you can Bang bang I know you're a groupie hoe But I still Want your coochie though Before I go I want you to tell these people Your name ????? |
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from Tech N9Ne - Absolute Power (2002)
Yeah man
Niggas think it's all peaches and cream Shit's hard right now man, it's real shit Me and my road dogs man on this one We stay constantly dirty, grittin' for our shit Ya know what I'm sizzlin'? [Chorus: x2] Ain't nobody every gave me nothin', I'm on my own I was down and dirty when I was young but now I'm grown And I continue to struggle ya heard me Me and my niggas in the course and we constantly dirty Ain't nobody ever gave me a thang in my lifetime So I'm on my own, standin' strong, holdin' chrome Disrespect my Villains, get 'em gone, early morn' On the co'n, get my hustle on I stays dirty - chippin', choppin', flippin' birdies I'm pushin' thirty, vision clear, I'm never blurry Plottin' plans, strategic mission, I'm on my toes I stays with fam my mans, to shake these fuckin' foes Lord knows all the different situations, trials and tribulations Aggravations that a niggas facin' I get complacent that's my ass, I'm a memory They spillin' liquor on the curb when they mention me But they're ain't no fear in me, get it how you live That's if you hearing me then dug down and dig Lace your boots man, prepare for the struggle Stay in them trenches, hella dirty, grit and hustle [Chorus x2] Ain't nobody every gave me nothin', I'm on my own I was down and dirty when I was young but now I'm grown And I continue to struggle ya heard me Me and my niggas in the course and we constantly dirty Nigga I got a pocket full of G's, I'm constantly servin' My Nina knock him to his knees, I'm constantly dirty Super Villain, check my powers, I get the early worm Chop with choppers, lose the coppers with just a single turn True to life, through the mic, they got me tellin' stories With the fame and the lights, I feed my territory Gutter livin' with precision, them busters know they phony Flip my profit keep on rockin' it for my dead homies They wanna follow my shadow and waddle in the mud It's the infallible cannibal with the dirty gloves "Absolute" with this "Power" they call me realistic Savage Bakarii still comin' up off that fetal living Givin my life, to the night, on the dirty All my might, when it's right, then I strike on them early Twisted like livin' dirty, super savage, I'm out to get that bread Gutter livin' that's my habit until I rest my head [Chorus x2] Ain't nobody every gave me nothin', I'm on my own I was down and dirty when I was young but now I'm grown And I continue to struggle ya heard me Me and my niggas in the course and we constantly dirty Which one of y'all can I holla at when it's time to pay rent? And who you thinks gonna loan me money when my last bread is spent? I got an even shorter list of people to call on when I'm in a pinch So I might just walk around with my jaws clenched like The Grinch I'm, headed for trouble 'cause I can't sit here and struggle How do I bubble if I don't get out and hustle? I'm in the wind put the spud on my muzzle Put on my hood, grab my gloves and my shovel Tie up my boots because the mud it gets thick And hit a lick so quick, they think I love this shit It's real life gutter livin', nigga comin' straight from the brain Some handle the pressure and others break from the pain It's been fifteen other damnedest and ain't nothin' changed but the weather Times' still gettin' harder and niggas can't stick together All through my teens, my twenties, even when I'm thirty T-Will'll be gritty, grimey, constantly dirty... [Chorus x2] Ain't nobody every gave me nothin', I'm on my own I was down and dirty when I was young but now I'm grown And I continue to struggle ya heard me Me and my niggas in the course and we constantly dirty Yo! Ain't nobody gave me nothin' but God He gave me talent, these civilians perpetrating the fraud That point is valid, got niggaz sayin' they made me The only thing that was made was music 'cause nobody ever properly paid me Don't get it twisted, that little money was appreciated It got me out there again, glad that's alleviated But the nigga that say I didn't have a followin' before Mitchell Bade hit the streets must be inebriated Soon as Mitch hit, it hit! Because we some talented motherfuckers but they still talk shit Keep that shit low black - that shit be gettin' back to a nigga that will fight for you at the drop of a hat I tried to tell 'em, let me do this here They talkin' like they don't want Nina gettin' through this year I'm still strugglin 'hard, how can niggas disregard? I'm thirty! Watch what you say when you speak to little birdies I'm constantly dirty... [Chorus x2] Ain't nobody every gave me nothin', I'm on my own I was down and dirty when I was young but now I'm grown And I continue to struggle ya heard me Me and my niggas in the course and we constantly dirty Constantly dirty, constantly dirty [Repeat x4] [Chorus x1] Ain't nobody every gave me nothin', I'm on my own I was down and dirty when I was young but now I'm grown And I continue to struggle ya heard me Me and my niggas in the course and we constantly dirty |
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from Tech N9Ne - Anghellic (2003)
Verse 1: Never duck another mother fucker repeat it Never duck another mother fucker Nigga better delete it Put the cerebellum in killa mode For real a foe can never get with what a gorilla know Killa syllable fillin' yo biblical ritual the shit to get rid of yo pain Hearin your pitiful game, this is political pain Deep in the pit of yo brain let it rain with a unforgettable aim Nigga lookin' for a spot to bust Cause the homie that you killed meant a lot to us Buck instead of lookin' for a cock to fuck Kill a nigga like he was rockin' a swastika You can do it but you blew it cause you lockin' up Get your ride on nigga is you rock or what? Lots of luck, you're really gonna need it hella heated Mother fucker let the glock erupt, Box him up Hook: I don't wanna be the one to get a milla meter in the gut I wanna be the one to hit' em with another milli Cut up in the middle I'm a little sick And different And I meant it when I said it you remember that? (Hell mother fuckin' yeah) You don't wanna get in trouble With a nigga like the Teccanina if you're lookin' like a enemy, bust We don't ever stop and take a minute we just... Chorus: (BREATHE!) Hey son what the fuck are you duckin' from? (BREATHE!) They come bets to fight every fuckin one (BREATHE!) Say some punks around and some funkin comes (BREATHE!) Spray guns might result in you bustin' some (BREATHE!) Verse 2: Never let a hatin' muh' fucker see ya sweat Bleed the chest no need regret A fun day caper a Sunday paper So I can read the rest I can dig it you can dig it Put a nigga in the grave if he hate or penetrate the loop of love a nigga made if you step into me you will never benefit Nigga if I start it Imma finish it Run up on a mother fucka while he fuckin' a chick Put a bullet in her head while she suckin' the dick Wasn't a bit of evidence baby it's irrelevant You got it with yo nigga that's the luck of the grit Bring pain 2 everyone, in your face with the bane You bury some, It's a mother fuckin' shame we carry guns If you don't you insane or very dumb Teccanina's too rough (too rough), too hard (too hard), too tough (too tough), you scarred (you scarred) 'Cause a nigga know a mother fuckin' round will spit Fuckin' around with the killa clown and shit. Hook2: If you really wanna do it nigga we can step into it Put us up against some mother fuckers and we runnin' thru it Fuck a nigga buck a nigga if he think he's a gorilla Meant I when I said it you remember that (hell mother fuckin' yeah) You don't wanna get in trouble With a nigga like the Teccanina if you're lookin' like a enemy, bust We don't ever stop and take a minute we just... Chorus: (BREATHE!) Hey son what the fuck are you duckin' from? (BREATHE!) They come bets to fight every fuckin one (BREATHE!) Say some punks around and some funkin comes (BREATHE!) Spray guns might result in you bustin' some (BREATHE!) Verse 3: Get sprayed by the Tech 9 handgun Now I'm on the out run Flowin' the beginning hot cooked will done Fuckin' wit a crazy insane warlord Punks wanna trip but they know I'm too mother fuckin' hard Deadly ticking like a time bomb Fuckin' with me you were think you were in Vietnam When I explode ain't nuttin left but remains for those who are froze For fuckin' wit a nigga insane Mentally minded mad mother fuckin' mad man is out to attack Sinkin' punks like quick sand droppin' and poppin' Any punk that bucks up bring a body bag If you wanna get fucked up There it is you little bitch made nigga start runnin' when I'm playin' with the trigga of an uzi a twelve gauge, it really don't matter, Many suckas die when the shot gun scatter From block 2 block, hood 2 hood, street 2 street Boy you can't fuck with me So for those who chose to jump up and talk shit Admit ya bitch your little ass got lit Hook: I don't wanna be the one to get a milla meter in the gut I wanna be the one to hit' em with another milli Cut up in the middle I'm a little sick And different And I meant it when I said it you remember that? (Hell mother fuckin' yeah) You don't wanna get in trouble With a nigga like the Teccanina if your lookin' like a enemy, bust We don't ever stop and take a minute we just... Chorus (2x): (BREATHE!) Hey son what the fuck are you duckin' from? (BREATHE!) They come bets to fight every fuckin one (BREATHE!) Say some punks around and some funkin comes (BREATHE!) Spray guns might result in you bustin' some (BREATHE!) |
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from Tech N9Ne - Vintage Tech (2005)
<i>[Intro]</i>
I'm just a young boy, trying to get my money on Making music in K.C., he-he-he-he-he But Mitch Bade nigga's, wanna hate Techa Nina, And they won't stop fucking with me, so I'ma fuck wit nigga's Na-na-na-na-na, you can not fuck with That nigga Tech N9ne, coming wit that rough shit Them niggas know that I deserve it when they heard it Had the nerve to say its nothing, nigga, so I got to bust this Be Jealous, This is dedicated to all ya'll hater's Be Jealous, I see ya'll watching me when I walk in the club Be Jealous, This is dedicated to all Mitch Bader's Be Jealous, You mother fucker's ain't showing Tech Nina no love <i>[Verse 1]</i> Fuck Muh-Fuckers, buck Muh-Fuckers And the pain come nigga with a bang, I'ma killer, better duck Muh-Fucker Watch you standing on? (Nada) What you claim to bone? (Nada) What you plan to own? (Nada) That shit done came and gone Blood sweat and tears nigga, been about fifteen years nigga Ain't never been no fears nigga, All I hear is cheers nigga That's why I be in the bathroom with the bitches at Maniacs That's why them hoe's in the club with Tech given blowjobs in the back How many niggas really worry bout scars? How many niggas wanna become a wuss? Fuck with a nigga like Tech and a buzz Right to the head and the grave is dug Mean Mugs, nigga's ain't never seen love So they stream blood while I fiend bub full of green shrubs And mushrooms, I bust rooms, open a custom To float across the ocean with verbal motion the notion is boasting I'm hoaking with jealous, mother fuckers embellish But you can't say I ain't ready for fame, yonks, and relish <i>[Chorus]</i> Be Jealous, when you see me on the T.V. Screen whiling Be Jealous, when you see me in the magazine smiling Be Jealous, when they let me in the club for free, niggas Be Jealous, 'cause I'm bumy wit bitches around me Ha-ha, mother fucker, ha-ha (ha-ha) Ha-ha, mother fucker, ha-ha (he-he-he-he) Ha-ha, mother fucker, ha-ha (ha-ha) And the lit, I'ma spit, I'ma kick that shit <i>[Verse 2]</i> No more stalling, I'ma start prowling on niggas, growling on niggas And we smiling 'cause the Villain album went six thousand on niggas In Kansas City alone, we packed the dome with Mike and Liddy alone In the west side, Lee Jone, Milly Mal, I left you but it's a pity you're gone Niggas ain't know mine, 'cause they know it, and I'ma do it big That's why the Techa Nina never ever got a problem getting a gig 'cause I rip shit they liked (chea), I flip shit you make right (chea) When I spit shit, I get rich quick, and make hits from doctors they liked (chea) 9 millimeter guns, gonna be the one, making a million, when I come Never gonna be the bum, where I come from, niggas better get some Tried to be right to these niggas, tried to be nice to these niggas So now its time for Nine Godzilla to make mice of these niggas You envy me, 'cause your bitch play Techa Nina all day And you see me on MTV, kicking it with king Tech, my nigga sway Broke niggas ain't friends to me, you niggas really want me to disperse? Alright, I'll leave, but when I come back it's gonna be 20 G's a verse, nigga <i>[Chorus]</i> Be Jealous, when you see me on the T.V. Screen whiling Be Jealous, when you see me in the magazine smiling Be Jealous, when they let me in the club for free, niggas Be Jealous, 'cause I'm bumy wit bitches around me Ha-ha, mother fucker, ha-ha (ha-ha) Ha-ha, mother fucker, ha-ha (he-he-he-he) Ha-ha, mother fucker, ha-ha (ha-ha) And the lit, I'ma spit, I'ma kick that shit <i>[Verse 3]</i> Niggas better stop talking about me, I ain't did shit I don't rap against niggas, stop trying to get me to rap so ya'll can make grits Agony, don't be speaking my name, I know I fucked up On a personal tip, but if you niggas talking about you better rap, mother fuckers better duck And if any of you niggas over there on the inside, infiltrating me and my rouges Them niggas don't give no fucks about how many Tech N9ne units sold And whoever you bitch niggas is saying, I'm kicking it in Lee Joes log Lee Joe'll tell you I'm original, and by the way Lee Joe my dog! And that justice mother fuckers won't quit, saying The Calm Before The StormA?A?A? aint shit We killed yall when 96-97, when about when the new shit hit And I heard niggas said I was washed up, said the Tech N9ne flow was sleep That's probably why I got new shit in new movies like Digging In Water and Its Too Deep Niggas be jealous, tie you up and beat you down to a bloody pulp son Got my villains and me, mad enough to bust one I'm the second coming, but you don't know 'cause you dumb Before I go, I'll tell you jealous mother fuckers to suck one <i>[Chorus]</i> Be Jealous, when you see me on the T.V. Screen whiling Be Jealous, when you see me in the magazine smiling Be Jealous, when they let me in the club for free, niggas Be Jealous, 'cause I'm bumy wit bitches around me Ha-ha, mother fucker, ha-ha (ha-ha) Ha-ha, mother fucker, ha-ha (he-he-he-he) Ha-ha, mother fucker, ha-ha (ha-ha) And the lit, I'ma spit, I'ma kick that shit |
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