TECH N9NE feat. Pill – Ya Killin’ Me

Nigga ya came lame
Trying to attain fame
Making it that damn thang
But strange bringing you Samhain’s reign

Trying to blame game
When you in the lane you can tame on the bang mang
When fame you gonna bring insane pain

[Chorus x2]
(It’s so easy) God sent me here to punish you
(Believe me) I’m the wrong one to run into
(I’m crazy) They tell me ain’t nobody cold as you
But you, you (Ha ha) ya killin’ me!

[Pill]
Thought that you was nice
But I got news for ya sorta kinda
A deal twice, its nice, its rights with the 49ers
Pain bringer over houses
You softer than Dora’s pouches
Smoke a Joker quicker than Batman and torture spouses

Can’t believe that you ain’t with me
That you ain’t as clean and cold as us
Trench a weed? might crank some speed but ever believe that you froze enough
With the lights on
You think that you tight because you got all of that ice on
This the right song, because I finish beginnings as soon as they turn my mic on
Yeah but I tell ya this
Fuck it I package and mail ya this
Better open this letter, ya hope its a fella?
They told me to tap ya and tell ya quick (Bitch!)

This the mixture of a pistol and liquor
Wrap your mouth around this barrel
Guaranteed you drop quicker
(Damn!) On some Smokey shit
Its Friday with the coldest bitch (poke a bitch)
Shoulder then shoulder the dough and toe the ditch
Oh, my bad! I didn’t know that was your bottom bitch
I do this shit easy like after eating some cottage cheese

[Chorus x2]

I feel vicious
I bust to my meal ticket
I’m up in the ill spittage
I fucks with the Pill nigglets!

I’m real bitches
Be walking I feel livid
Even though my skrill vicious
I’m painted up and still wicked

Fuck! My pen just took a big shit
I don’t give a fuck cuz I’m gonna rip this
Everybody that called me Devil is gonna get a plague on their family
Dammint its in the muthafuckin’ red

Tech is sick of people’s lack of acknowledgement
He was rippin’ before wack niggas got a scent
To the reaper, the sack when ya dollas went
Bustin [?] cuz I gotta vent

This industry can truly suck a booty
This rap is how a snap and hack a loogie, sucka sue me
Got straps right in the back, I pack it truly for ya newbies
I crack ya niggas ass for acting tooty fucking fruity

Laughin’ at you wannabes,
Im’a hang nooses, for dudes thats useless
Nigga its fucking Strange Music (Strange Music)

We bang to the boogie, don’t sleep on this
Stoppin’ a nigga gonna eat with a beast [?]
Wanna creep up on a brotha, beef ya gonna get
When you rappin’ niggas never gonna speak on shit!

[Chorus x2]

TECH N9NE feat. Ceza, Jl B.Hood, Uso, Yelawolf, Twista, Busta Rhymes, D-Loc, Twisted Insane – Worldwide Choppers

[Ceza (Turkey):]
Sen kalk, bir minik mikrofonunu getir (Get up, get your microphone)
Bak jak burada mikrofonuna tak (Look, here is the jack, connect your mic)
Kağıt kalem bir de ilham alınacak (And here is the paper and the pen, we’re gonna get inspired)
Tam gaz choppers, havada düşman avına çıkalım (No stop Choppers are in the air, Let’s hunt enemies)
Akalım, haydi bu battle’ı kazanalım (Let’s go, let’s win this battle)

(We started in the Midwest)
(Now we ’bout to take it)
(All over the world, baby!)
(This is the pinnacle!)
(Yeah, Tech N9ne!)

[Tech N9ne]
Follow me, all around the planet, I run the gamut on Sickology
They could never manage, we do damage wit’ no apology
Pick ‘em off the planet, got a little manic ’cause I gotta be
Frantic, I’ma jam it ’cause I’m an oddity
Gobble the track up like I’m grubbin’ at my mama nakas
I could pop at you, papa, ’cause I’m partners wit’ Waka Flocka
Gimme the top of hip-hop and watch ‘im make ‘em rock
With a show-stopper, chakras poppin’ off the (Worldwide Choppers)
If you anybody, you notice it
Tech is the pinnacle, not an identical soul as it
Loaded as cold as the polar get, wrote it quick and they quoted it
Yo, when it exploded, the flow behold it, ’cause when that motor spit
A-bi-de-a, bi-de-a, never to get free of the real
Better ya just kneel to me or ready to get near my heels
Gimme the knock and I’ma chop it, he came and it went tomorrow
But I’ma lock it down and hop in the pocket like empanadas

Hit ‘em up and get ‘em up, I ain’t done, I ain’t did enough
Trippin’ when I rip it, I be the ish when I split ‘em up
Sorta like I was liquored up and backin’ up in the cup
Everybody be knowin’ I be actin’ up when I buzz
From Missouri to Canada, I be keepin’ the stamina
If you never been a fan of the man, the planet’s unanimous
Can I cuss, fuck anybody, Tech is calamitous
Leave ‘em in the dust, ain’t nobody tough when I’m standin’ up

Tech is hostile, he’s awful
He really be wicked when he off in the bottle
You wit’ it, you dig it, you never lost the apostle
He’s thinkin’ he can give it the Poe and toss it Picasso
Killin’ everybody off is the motto
And I be the only chopper that’s tossed in the brothel
You said it’s pathetic, my head is off in the taco
I sped and you bled and you in the coffin when I go

[Hook]
I’m light years
Ahead of my peers
Want some, you can come bring it right here
Can’t clown me
Don’t come ’round me
Bow down, I was crowned when they found me

(K.C.)

[J.L.]
Check it, I’m ahead of ‘em, chop it up with the veteran
A legend developin’, they gotta tell ‘im it’s evident
Gotta notice an elephant, none of you niggas relevant’
You delicate, I’m lovin’ every second of this

(Denmark)

[Uso - Tranlsation in brackets]
De vil alle tjekke når vi ligger det (They will all check it when we lay it)
Kommer ind og smækker det beatet jeg vækker det (coming in and smashing it beatet i’m waking it)
I ved hvad der kommer ud af min mund (you know whats comming out of my mouth)
Hanger med de vildeste gutter (hanging with the coolest guys)
Det minder mig om vi stikker det af (it reminds me we stapping it (set on fire))
For de kalder mig alle vild worldwide chopper (cause they all call me wild worldwide chopper)

(Alabama)

[Yelawolf]
What if I ran into you wit’ a Pogo stick?
Hopped up on top of you rappers like a Jehovah’s Witness?
Wit’ a photo of Jesus and a paper pamphlet
And I threw up more church’s like I was playin’ Hamlet?
Syllable burnin’, that internal damage
Swing, batter, batter, but then I lay back on a hammock
Under an oak tree, like I was peelin’ pecans
But instead, I’m peelin’ rappers’ heads, makin’ a sam-a-wich
Pick up a 22. and put a bullet inside of a
Motherfucker from Westside, a 1987 box
I’m headed up, yeah, headed for bucks
Fuck ‘em all, make ‘em feel my dread like I had a head of locks
Feel every bump like you had dead shocks,
But I hopped on the fuckin’ beat and I worldwide chopped
Wanna fuck wit’ Tech N9ne, twist up the pine
And smoke a beat wit’ Mr. Busta Rhymes, well, sure, why not?
Really don’t need to show any more of my cock
But I run across the stadium in a pair of your socks
In a trenchcoat wit’ the pencil and a watch
Then drop a verse before you can focus to beat the clocks
Slumerican is out of control
Heat it up, beat it up, then I gotta go
But I’m a dump truck, just send another load
Peter Piper dump a pile of peppers down your throats
Wit’ an alien probe

[Hook]
I’m light years
Ahead of my peers
Want some, you can come bring it right here
Can’t clown me
Don’t come ’round me
Bow down, I was crowned when they found me

Twista! (Chicago)

[Twista]
Like I gotta focus up in my rhythm
Or loosen the venom and hit ‘em and give ‘em astig-a-ma-tism
And then I’ma spit ‘em somethin’ so full of vengeance
That everybody’ll wanna devour the pieces of my enemies ’cause of cannibalism
Breakin’ ‘em off into particles, they get in a predicament
That be never reversible ’cause a nigga be too versatile
Makin’ you nervous, you could never compete with the colonel
I burn you, I’m an immortal, and that’s the reason I murder you
Focus on my hocus pocus and make a likkle magic
After I wreck and check ya, then ya best pick a better habit
‘Cause I’m an anomaly, able to give a lobotomy
To any motherfucker challengin’ my astronomy
Hoppin’ out, I don’t stop follow when the flame’s thrown
Now one of the most popular choppers and my name’s known
Throwin’ it up in the air, takin’ it there
We W-W-C, if you can’t keep up, shoulda stayed home
My-my-my alien knowledge be makin’ other astronomers
Welcome to Los Angeles, a discovery of paleontology
So play me and I’ma be shinin’ on them haters
I’m finna be usin’ it as energy, watch how radiant I’ma be
Like a helicopter when the words fly
Entire families all the way out to you girl die
If I catch you fuckin’ with the most intricate lyricists
Or even try to stop us ’cause we choppers and we worldwide
And I’m

[Hook]
I’m light years
Ahead of my peers
Want some, you can come bring it right here
Can’t clown me
Don’t come ’round me
Bow down, I was crowned when they found me

(New York)

[Busta Rhymes]
See how they ask when I’ma stomp on my dude
And when I’ma cock it and pop it, and what I’ma drop on my dude
Inevitably, is that I’ma be the most incredible dude
To ever spit on the record and put it together, my dude
And then they ask “What in the world is you provin’?
What, when you already the best? And what the hell is he doin’?”
Well, I’ma be choppin’ and cuttin’ and breakin’ and beatin’ and shakin’
And fuckin’ everything up ’til there ain’t no further mistakin’
And bustin’ everything up like a fuckin’ angry Jamaican
And shuttin’ everything up, ‘specially the ones who be hatin’
They lovin’ everything until I got ‘em stutterin’ stupid
You hear ‘em now? “D-d-d-d-don’t do-do-do-do it!
P-P-P-Please? Wh-wh-wh-why you gotta t-try us?
W-w-w-w-we already know that you be the nicest!”
And now I’ma come and kill ‘em, get ‘em, hit ‘em, and finish ‘em
And bang ‘em in the head and diminish ‘em, and then I’ll
Hit ‘em again at a minimum, repeat comin’ to kill ‘em
Then he be gotta be drillin’ ‘em, thinkin’ “They gotta be feelin’ ‘im!”
Spittin’ lithium, see the way a nigga be spillin’ ‘em?
And gettin’ ‘em stupid to the point where there’s no forgivin’ ‘im?
Hopin’ you’re listenin’ and you’re payin’ attention
And you’re witnessin’ the way that I be crushin’ on the mic
And gettin’ in the zone, I be flattenin’ and packin’ in
People from the front to the back and
They got me actin’ a fool, I’m blackin’, nigga
Now I’m home!

[Hook]
I’m light years
Ahead of my peers
Want some, you can come bring it right here
Can’t clown me
Don’t come ’round me
Bow down, I was crowned when they found me

(Kansas City)

[D-Loc]
Like fire annihilate me father retire instantly
I’m choppin’em, call me Michael Myers in my vicinity
The way I be killin’ ‘em with rhythm, it get illegitimate
The Yela will finish and end any predicament
And the enemies in the vicinity, I gotta mack up
They know they can never get wit’ me whenever they mention me
The hands of a lyrical criminal, more deadly than chemicals
Check my resume, they say that your boy’s biblical

(California)

[Twisted Insane]
I hit ‘em wit venom and get up in ‘em
I bend ‘em and send ‘em and you can feel me
Diggin’ up in your brain and bringin’ the pain, and y’all fin’ wanna kill me
Fillin’ ‘em with that fury, get up and hurry, you can feel the Remy
Comin’ in wit’ that shit, I’m havin’ a fit, and you will never peel me
Off of you when I’m on top of you, I got the drop on you
You been poppin’ off, I’ma hit ‘em up wit’ a bullet to the (Brain!)
You can look into the eyes of a heathen, breathin’, you’re fiendin’
And dreamin’ to find a demon name Insane, I’m a worldwide (Chopper)

TECH N9NE – URALYA

Shut the fuck up!
Before you get bust the fuck up!
And you wonder why we all deny ya!
Cause you’re a motherfuckin’ liar!

(You suffer from)

[Hook: x2]
I don’t give a damn about what come out your mouth, fuck no
You ain’t comin’ real with us, don’t chill with us, just go
The biggest I’ve ever seen, I mean everything I say
But you got URALYA!

[Verse 1]
Kill the shit, thinking like you got a feel for this
You’re not built for this
You’re comin’ really foul and it smell like dead gefilte fish
Liar liar, you created
Why ya why ya get true negated
Just mutilated, through the latest
Silly sucka what you fuck up because you the sadist
Don’t do ya job like ya oughtta
I’m gonna beat ya like a pinata
Better yet I’m givin the devil a stigmata
Hit you with the hell of a Afrika Bambaataa (BOOM!)
Lay em on the ground
That’s what you get for playin on a clown
Sayin that my sound, they don’t wanna hear it, missed em
But I gave you money, to get the shit done!
I don’t wanna hear it from ya, spirit’s under
Attack attack, you’re the nearest one
To get fed up from raps racks and steal his numbers
Cause they DJ’s that truely hit
But they already gave in to a newbee bitch
And that’s booey ish, booey ish!
8-1 say, “That’s booty ish!” (Yeahhh)

[Hook: x2]
I don’t give a damn about what come out your mouth, fuck no
You ain’t comin’ real with us, don’t chill with us, just go
The biggest I’ve ever seen, I mean everything I say
But you got URALYA!

[Verse 2]
You just told me that the DJs didn’t feel us
Instead of telling me I should have paid more skrilla
For the amount that we gave in to the loss, I should have killed ya
But I was busy rocking 20,000 in Roskilde (Roskilde)
Aw shit, off of me you made profit
Brand new Benz, you done copped it, bought your bitch a new locket
Came in talking that boss shit, now my bizz, you done lost it
But look how much it all costed, the music industry’s a hog bitch

Man, I really wanna kill them and in this business it’s hard to get your dough
When you kill a motherfucker the consequences they are predictable
Would you starve and quit to flow? And it be hard to get the dough
But you’re barking chicks to blow, [?] far more shit to show!

[Hook: x2]
I don’t give a damn about what come out your mouth, fuck no
You ain’t comin’ real with us, don’t chill with us, just go
The biggest I’ve ever seen, I mean everything I say
But you got URALYA!

[Bridge 1: x2]
You take our cake and we trust that you made
Hefty investments to get our shit played
Not being straight but straight slick is your trade
Watch who you jerk cause when jerked you get sprayed

[Bridge 2]
Yeah..
Welcome to my Boiling Point, motherfuckers!
We put our trust in these motherfuckers and they suffer Uralaya disease
Fuck you motherfuckers!

[Hook: x2]
I don’t give a damn about what come out your mouth, fuck no
You ain’t comin’ real with us, don’t chill with us, just go
The biggest I’ve ever seen, I mean everything I say
But you got URALYA!

[Outro]
[Talking backwards]
Hey, you, hope you, have a, happy, fuckin, samhain, festival, bitch, yes, N9ne!”

TECH N9NE feat. Aqualeo – Ugly Duckling” (feat. Aqualeo)

[Verse 1 - Tech N9ne:]
I am this way cuz I got up
And got it when I was the oddest
To demolish the hottest scholars
With all of these goddish products
Call it way polished
I jot it, dot it
Then they got it
Stay modest
But brought it
Psychotic thought is raw and sick
But everybody didn’t want to give a nigga time of the day
Or will I ever reach another when I’m in the grave
I got to be different to keep up with the pay
Say, say, say
What you wonder about Nina?
The one who is wishing me
Coming up missing
That one is a dreamer
Calling me ugly I laugh
Because I’m rough as rugby and fast
Industry’s chubby and flab
You look sick, pudgy and crap
Now your chick want to hug me and smash
I look lovely with cash instead of muggy and clash
You act like we were buddies in class
Got my painted face
Ain’t it great?
Really illuminated
But then it tainted space
Better to bring it straight then gain it late and aim it fake
Famous for my brain its fate
That I strained in fate
Then I became the great…
Yates

[Hook - Tech N9ne:]
No love or nothing
Just blood and suffering
For the ugly duckling
[x2]
Trust me
Trust me
Nothing
Trust me
Trust me
Nothing
Is worse than knowing you’re beautiful but your treated like and ugly duckling
[x2]

[Verse 2 - Acie:]
Ever since I came out the womb
And I was birthed to the planet
It’s like the Earth couldn’t stand it
I was just worthless abandoned
So I write verses and curses
To try and cope with the damage
Citizens gave me you cholos are going to feel my curses in Spanish
I’ve been in verses then vanished
I’m not the first to be banished
But ostracized because I prophesied the churches are scandalous
See my words are just managed
Perfectly perched on the canvas
Painting a picture with scriptures
With my fellow dirty from Kansas
So I’m going to spit on the wax
Drip on the tracks
And spill out my pain
Rather than give me a gat
Empty the mac
Shatter then spill out my brain
People are strange
Verses be spinning
A dime on the top
Trying to get all the change
I have to devise me a plot
Then gamble the lot
So I’m stocked to get me some change
See all the hate that they gave me
Fueled my passionate speech
Made me react on the track and start
Whooping ass on the beat
So since I’m rude
I fire noses up like a flu off the grease
Head in the sky hella flying high
Like I’m blew off the sweet

[Hook]

[Verse 3 - Priceless:]
It’s my goddamn time
Go ahead shine a light over here on the darkness
What’s you thought?
What, we gon’ play dead
Roll over and add up losses?
Damn fools
Cause no pro band cool
Politicking with the rules
Eat fools for the carcass
Because we back
Well seems like we leave
And another leave
A vegan
No sausage
But don’t ride dick now
And act like you like bums lit now
Keep signing to killers and fat drug dealers
Is you really the big shit now?
I gotta spit
These niggas be weak runnin’ ’round like their nuts cut loose
Can’t even shake a nigga hand, gotta dap a nigga up
Fuck around and touch butt-fuck juice
Mayday to the payday, they say we stay
Don’t cut the noose
Yes, off with the heads
Niggas off to the bed, getting head like Duck, Duck, Goose (Ohhh)
Technicians form a petition to never ever let it up
On a rapper that sucks, and these industry fucks
With the bucks that will make you turn small from a duck
Crystal Meth, Cocaine, E-Pills with a little weed fill and a lot of free will
And a couple refills to whenever we steal
Won’t see thrills like these steals on a steap hill
That’s some hot shit
That’s our shit
One more time, don’t ride dick
Shit, I got us creeping on your level
Aqualeo, now that’s speaking of the devil

TECH N9NE feat. Brotha Lynch Hung – This Is Hip Hop

When I say Tech you say N9ne!
Tech — N9ne!
Tech — N9ne!

[Hook]
This is Hip Hop it’s Country, Jazz and R&b in its Pop
It’s Rock and Roll and never will it stop
So ain’t to way you stoppin this Hip-Hop-Hip-Hop
This is Hip Hop!

[Tech N9ne]
What is living on 904 Michigan
What is havin roaches in trouble finding more dividends
Dying a poor citizen
What is pausing the door to seal us in war kill us men trying for your kid again
What is saving your pinnacle state in a available place in the awake cause you ain’t payin no janx when the game makes a way to rotate
What is weight in your safe
So we can stay in race
Lay em on tape invading your state with this pain in your face
When it aims the door slams to aim with the program the bitters give a damn you go ham you giving them more stamina what is having a manager to book so many shows to go jam
What is at the bottom
That I really gotta
What is in a column without another who stopped him, dropped him, popped on top of him, what is summer, spring and autumn
what is to the top and shot him with his poverty
what is acknowledging the prodigy
what is the dichotomy of this good and bad anthology
what is laughs that follow be sad paths psychology
us living life low their living like you hit the lottery

[Hook]
This is Hip Hop it’s Country, Jazz and R&b in it’s Pop
It’s Rock and Roll and Universal Woodstock
So ain’t to way you stoppin this Hip-Hop-Hip-Hop
This is Hip Hop!

[Tech N9ne's Speach]
When I first heard the beat it gave me the vision that if the Mayan calender was correct
and in 2012 the world was actually destroyed when a new civilization forms
and they get to diggin they find this and this will be a perfect way to start off the new Hip-Hop Culture
Ya know what I’m saying? Were 2 Murders lyrically Ya know what I’m saying? it’d be crazy, Strange baby!

[Brotha Lynch Hung]
What is getting of the X I’m righting album
What is being put in the middle like Malcolm
Sicker than Synchondrosis
I eat Carrion I got body parts in my Cary On
It’s when the Party starts Nigga I’m very Hung
Been ripping up Niggas since I was very young
Scary looking motha fucka ready to kill ya daddys mom
Ready to eat that meat with a meat cleaver
I creep in the streets and defeat these Eat These Nigga’s up hot shittin out they feces
Put a Knife in they Meces
at least hes younger hunger dinner, he sees thunder wonder inner,
he sees baby doctor visits, he spills rabies in his lyrics
Put her in the back with the flat tire I’m Fire till I retire
I tie her up then fry her up and then give her to the higher up
Tech N9ne Intertwine get out the wine this is Hip-Hop!

[Hook]
This is Hip Hop it’s Country, Jazz and R&b in it’s Pop
It’s Rock and Roll and Universal Woodstock
So ain’t to way you stoppin this Hip-Hop-Hip-Hop
This is Hip Hop!

[Tech N9ne Reversed]
To all my youngsters out there listening to this, find some sort of education or understanding of life and how it was,
and then try to find out how you can couture to grow this thing and better this thing and take this thing to higher heights
with more knowledge and more conviction to preserve this thing called

TECH N9NE – The Pledge

[NASA liftoff voice counts up instead of down]
One, two, three, four
Five, six, seven, six
Seven, six, seven, six
Seven-six seven-six sev-six sev-six sev-six sev-six
sev-six-sev-six-sev-six [repeats inaudibly fast 'til explosion]

[a group of individuals speak slowly in unison]
Together we are, a powerful force
As one, mind body and soul
Let no evil enter, nor attempt to reduce us
Because of the beliefs, we hold
And with this love, combined with our strength
We ward off, pain and stress
Technician I am, wholeheartedly
In life, and, in death [echoes]

TECH N9NE feat. Stokley Of Mint Condition, First Degree The D.E. – The Boogieman

And just when they thought That everything was peachy keen
Somewhere deep within the shadows
There were other things to be seen
An untamable beast with the urge to feast
And only alone would he stand, the culprit of fear on the 67th tear
There lies, the boogie man.

[Verse 1]
No introduction needed
N9ne times you must repeat it
Mind trying just delete it
I’m N9ne’s rush to be this rough MC
Who’s gluttony would rhyme grime,
Trust believe it.
A legend ever since the projects
a Odd tech would get respect when he wreck the set
But never get the props that was god blessed
So this is me, never let the prod rest
The object of rawness dejectin’ steps to darkness
Led to the industry whispering the name
History became a mystery
Cause listeners in the game
Wish ta sing the same
Riffs cerebral glitch will lead to lane
And this will be ur pit
For me to split then bleed ur brain
They heard the name
But cant put a face to it, Oh wat a shame
When he rains
in the wood he stands still, he turn to lanes
From sane to straight wicked, don’t tell me u ain’t heard the saying
The boogiemans real.

[Hook]
hes underneath ur bed
Trapped inside ur head
U tried to fight it
But u decided its just that,
Boogieman.
We fear wat we cant see
This webs a tangled weave
of life designed to try n blind you
From that boogieman.
An in that voice u hear
‘eliminate ur fears’
What do you do?
Discover the truth
That its The Boogieman
And now you know its real
And everything you feel
Hits you again, you will stand
Face-to-face with that Boogieman

[Verse 2]
They don’t wanna have to try to do as I do
That’s probably why it ain’t been easy for me to slide through
I chew rappers up, on stage and mics they by-Flew,
Out with the ravens, flight to hatin, haven lies u
Cuz u don’t want change
And u don’t want strange,
Rearranging the main lanes to brain games from plain jane
That’s when ur fames strange
And u can maintain
U think u sang such an insane rain, samethang
And I’m the shadow in the dark
that came for battlin in the park
And they skidaddled when i barked
That give a rattle to their hearts
Cuz they’re afraid they will all fail
Darkness will prevail
The boogieman is not a tall tail

Wat a tough act to follow
U afraid? tell me are ya?
When this came u were nada
Tell ur lane sayonara

(the boogieman, the boogieman)

[Hook]

TECH N9NE – The Beast

(Insanity at it’s finest. Fire starter, riot maker,
Moon stricken, animal need, bad seed, untameable beast)

”Everybody around me always think they know what’s
Going on inside my mind, they think I’m Mr. Nice Guy all the time.
How they say on Diary? You think you know, but you have no idea.”

[Chorus:]
Welcome yo ho, get filthy
Must make mo (more) dough
We will be shaking your floor
Come against me
That’s a no no
Yo, cause I’m a Beast

I can smell your woman’s rosy punani
On the dance floor all the way in VIP
I’m a rapper, I can snatch her,
And she will leave with me because of my stature.
Now, everybody move, everybody bounce.
Whoever the Nina choose, we about to pounce (work it out)
With the 151 in the bottle, I call Hef,
Will he let me hit this model in the grotto
I like all women, tall women, and small women.
Ya gotta let tech knees tease your chakra.
Species release freaks, please the monster.
Petite beast, feast, these G’s will rock ya.
Handcuff a busta don’t trust a
Round these hustlers homie don’t be a sucker.
When your lover say tecca Nina’s a brother,
She trying to say that I rushed her then crushed her.

[Chorus x2]

I’m about to get that money like a robbery,
Now I got it all my enemies wanna clobber me.
Squallier be harder we need dollars comradely
The hotter the scholar be, the larger the lottery.
Need yen, tens, twins, gotta succeed spend G’s, Ben Franks
We cram G’s in banks, breathe said we win thanks
Hungry like the wolf indeed, but I give
Money to my crooks in need, I live
In Sherman Oaks but from Kansas City,
I miss home, Cali is Business but man it’s pretty.
I ain’t lying y’all, Monster for money for mine y’all
If I wasn’t getting money, I’d do time dog.
You’d never see the nine fall,
Big house, wood floors,
Maid cleaning the bitches with pine-sol

[Chorus x2]

Friend, this industry is no kin to me,
Behold the flow of the century.
But they scared of me
Rappers they don’t compare to me.
Fair to be said that he dares to be sincerely a rarity.
Check the sound scan, look around man.
Wake up look at you Jacob, you in killer clown land.
Face paint and jugalettes with bubble butts
And we rock it twisted diddy women in the button ups.
Hands down we rock harder than kiss,
But rap me Kutt and Krizz.
Can I get two stomps and a clap in this bitch
Nina shot to the top ’cause the plots to get rich.
Tell ya executives,
I’m next for this
Success it is.
Yet the best for Tech, this ain’t
Baptist Pentecostal or Methodist..
This is the beast baby.
Out, I mean exodus.

(Money and I will destroy you. I am the beast)

[Chorus x3]

TECH N9NE – Technicians

[Verse 1]
Listen!
Trying to recruit is the mission
We offer you a position
Where Tech will rule and condition your brain
To know actin’ a fool is the vision
Caribou Lou is tradition
And the way to be true to your living is strange
We come in peace
But if you wanna be dumb and beef
A gun is something’ he wanna be young and speak
I’mma numb his beak
He’s a woman, he the one and brung in meat for the cunning beast
Hit a lung and, seep dung, and sleep long in deep tongue, full of gum and teeth
It’s when a Technician do the sets who diss the crew
The best thing for you to do
Is to let the clique see who the vet is, and miss the new seekers
Wonder who the fuck is coming through these speakers
Never forget it the medic for you tweakers
Ahead of the medicine developed to soothe creatures
You’re pathetic if you’re no believer
Cause we all are energetic and eager
Come alive when you walking side by side with me
Fly the skies and get high with me
On this ride you won’t collide
Just confide in me
Try denying me
Ye dying violently
That’s the way
You fakers got to pay
My people quick to spray
And buck a demon till they lay
But if he breathing it musta been an angel by his side like Sunday
Never would be the case cause my clique ready to ride when I say:

[Hook:]
Technicians!
Owoh! Owoh! Owoh!
Others ain’t got a clue
They coming through
Suspicious
We do
The Shit
We do
Cause if you not with the crew
Converting you is our mission
If you’re a born Technician
Put your ammunition
And your hands up in the sky
This is a strong addiction
Live to this if ya a Technician till ya die

[Verse 2:]
My people all know what a Bianca is
Most of ‘em want to diss
Don’t come unless you don’t want the biz
It ain’t nothing’ but real women in my circle, not them phony chicks
That don’t know what I mean when I say elbow macaroni bitch
They know what I’m drinking
The ladies looking right
They know what I’m thinking
The babies even hype
The oldies be geekin’
The red, the black, and white
The soldiers beef seekin’
All of my people’s here
Tech and the bidness
Are gonna equal fear
Cuz I’m ’bout to bubble
And get the evil peers
Out of my life I never wanna see you
YEAH!
Bitch
You ain’t a Technician
You don’t know the pledge
But you said that you listen
Guess you misunderstood the Shit huh?
Disrespect that Tech trick get done
The moral of the story is we warriors
Notorious for the hordes of core
Ready to roar he is glorious
Technician number 1
The Mission leave em sprung
With the tongue
And if you listen it’s a gun

[Hook]
Technicians!
Owoh! Owoh! Owoh!
Others ain’t got a clue
They coming through
Suspicious
We do
The Shit
We do
Cause if you not with the crew
Converting you is our mission
If you’re a born Technician
Put your ammunition
And your hands up in the sky
This is a strong addiction
Live to this if ya a Technician till ya die

[Verse 3]
We are family
That Tech shit we on it
We could be damaging
To all you punks that want it
We bring calamity
That’s thinking bad we flaunt it
Unforgettable
Tech’s formidable
Reppin’ the minimal
Bitch we run it
You don’t gotta know that I really meant it when I said that I was gonna make the mainstream go me
Still rapping like I’m popping a pillow
Off of the killer
More like I was taking Molly in ’03
We can take anybody we so deep
I bet that you got us on yo’ street
I’m tryna find a spot that’s big enough
So that all of my people can meet!

[Hook:]
Technicians!
Owoh! Owoh! Owoh!
Others ain’t got a clue
They coming through
Suspicious
We do
The Shit
We do
Cause if you not with the crew
Converting you is our mission
If you’re a born Technician
Put your ammunition
And your hands up in the sky
This is a strong addiction
Live to this if ya a Technician till ya die

TECH N9NE – Strangeland

[Tech] Where am I?
[Girl] You don’t know where you are?
[Tech] No, I don’t
[Girl] You’re in Strangeland
[Tech] Strangeland?
[Girl] Yeah, Strangeland
[Tech] Well uhh.. how did I get here?
[Girl] Well that’s simple, Mr. Yates
[Tech] What, do you mean?
[Girl] You’re the creator

[Verse 1]
What I saw was amazin after raisin up and
gazin at the vapors that I’m creatin, nights and days I’m pavin
the way for ragin, Techaholics, makin havens
Next to all this hate and craze and death, we call it a place of consummation
of perfection, fulfillment, the Tech runs the building
Respect one’s resilience, from threats guns and illnesses
This place is realness, it feels as if it’s lifted
A bit sick and twisted and real wicked, villages
And I’m the main man, that made every effort to gain fans
Through all my pain I obtain grands
Millions just cause of my brain now my lane stands
Insane rants, the name brand, call it Strangeland

[Chorus]
Gettin paid was the gameplan
But the lane transformed to untamed fans
Enhanced in the Strangeland
(Can’t live up to them) Pain and insane land
(Wakin up in a) Strangeland
Where everybody know my name man
Cause my blood and veins ran through the mainland
I am in the Strangeland
(Can’t live up to them) Pain and insane land
(Wakin up in a) Strangeland

[Verse 2]
A world filled with Technicians lets this one
Stress lifting, mesh kids in sets, with them Tech listenin vets
Expression is best written, less hid than flesh
Women, sex driven, that’s livin, yes been impressed
by the way the Tech is blessin ‘em – it shows
cause the land it steady grows, and I’m the man with fetid flows
But understand he said he knows, that he ran a deadly road
but he woke up with a family, bros, in a land of uncanny souls
And they adore him, even if they can’t afford him
Be the rich, and be the poor then, really get to be before him
To get laced, on mistakes, and big brakes
Quick pace, lyrics they pick in this place

[Interlude]
He played me some stuff in uh, in L.A., off “Tha Carter IV”
He has a, he has a record on there with umm
this dude named Tech N9ne I don’t know if you guys heard of him?
Oh man, he’s CRAZY, he’s crazy

[Chorus]

[Verse 3]
Am I in the Twilight Zone? Cause my mic’s on
But I never thought the world would buy my songs
Cause in my land I am the highlight inside my dome
but now it’s my height, they try bite, cause my life long
In this hip-hop, everybody’s lip drops
When I spit the gift that quickly shifted cause I get props
It’s terrific; they recognizin me on every level if you missed it
If you look you findin me on the very rebel, this is listed
‘Tech N9ne, a insane man!’
His own lane had the strain and pain, and that became fans
When all the dames glance, he’s doin the rain dance
Because the whole world is ’bout to be a Strangeland

[Tech is introduced on tour]

[Chorus]

TECH N9NE – Speed Of Sound

I be comin like a auto but I’m murderin everything
I’m a killa wit the mission to flip it
I’m sick wit the givin, the lip I be itchin to give it
A wif of the wicked, I stick it wit the quick and they diggin it!
NIGGA!
Like I said it befo’ I’m a get up and go
And get it, because I’m Mr. Malignant, keepin’ you riveted
Livin’ it, paligiment, sin a bit
And a chick in a minute, Tecca Nina be kickin’ it
I flow for the middle west, go for your little neck
Don’t let me get it, but your hoe, I’m a get it wet
Stop and drop, on top of twat, in your kitchen
Not the guap, I pop without an admission
Hailin’ from Mizzery
You can smell out the hell in the thizzery, just remember me
Bustin’ deliveries and I’m makin’ them shivvery
I’m takin’ my little city to lyrical liberty
I go for the gusto and lead the ground
No bush to beat around
All the midwest choppers on this track and yes, oh, we are down
Tecca Nina wit Bone, everybody gets on, all the MCs we a clown
And we do it like a bullet, from a gun, or better yet, the speed of sound!

TECH N9NE feat. Blind Fury, Mackenzie O’guin – So Lonely

[Chorus - Mackenzie O'Guin & Tech N9ne]
So lonely, so lonely
So lonely, so lonely
Yeah
When I came up,
I was famous
And I stayed up
Yeah
Now I’m way up
People they just
Turn to hater

[Verse 1 - Tech N9ne]
Been alone ever since I started
To be an artist
I’ve been disregarded
I mean the hardest they ever seen
I put them in the garbage to be a part of when I spit this
Whammy is wicked
Face covered up just like Stanley Ipkiss
But damn he is lifted were no families listed
Plan to revisit that big plan that he misses
But the land that he shifted, twisted a bit
Cuz man he resisted to jam when he script it
Calamity Insanity with it
Like amity preaches sickness hit when banisty livid
So Blow me, with a bucket of hot feces poured on me
Never loved it, now ya’ll just be so phoney
No Homies
Would I never let bozos with so-so flows own me
When it said it gets better it’s just baloney
That’s why N9nas so lonely

[Chorus - Mackenzie O'Guin & Tech N9ne]
So lonely, so lonely
So lonely, so lonely
Yeah
When I came up,
I was famous
And I stayed up
Yeah
Now I’m way up
People they just
Turn to hater

[Verse 2 - Tech N9ne]
This my planet higher then yours, damn it
No laws and it’s no raw candid inside I made them all vanish
Vandalistic with this
If man get his lips in this
Quick damage and rip the bitch
No bandages with a fit he draws panic
From clones I spit it up and then they gone
And I’m livin it up within my zone
Nobody love to win my throne
Try calling home but everybody is so monotone
And your gettin this while the Tech is all alone

[Verse 3 - Blind Fury]
Tech(Tech) Wait(Wait)
It’s so Lonely up here (why)
Ain’t none of my homies up here (oh)
Cuz they feel like I chose a career over my peers
But I try to tell them love don’t pay bills
But me spittin these frees and pre-writtens is probably whats gone make mills
Try to stay chill
When a lot of rappers lust and chase thrills
Fuck the fame and the thrills I’m maintaining the real
Straight up fury ain’t no jury minus the chain and the grill
To me, you were lame if you ain’t been embracing the skill
Ya see, cuz I been in it, for a minute, and I ain’t gonna go away
Ya’ll keep them trash rappers, but I’m the one that ya’ll throw away
Them songs I make will show the pain but this game ain’t to friendly
I cant take it no more so sing it Mackenzie and tell em’ why I’m

[Chorus - Mackenzie O'Guin & Tech N9ne]
So lonely, so lonely
So lonely, so lonely
Yeah
When I came up,
I was famous
And I stayed up
Yeah
Now I’m way up
People they just
Turn to hater

[Verse 3 - Blind Fury]
Got everything that I wanted but it came with a price
Bought me a crib with my money, but I gave up my life
Sometimes I stay up kinda late, and I hate it at night
Every other day me and my lady we break up and fight
Thinkin you bringing that mentality into my galaxy is a fallacy for anybody that battle me
Realizing I ain’t got nothin but friends and family
And after that ain’t nobody else gonna look after me
So I’m proud to be

[Outro - Mackenzie O'Guin]
So lonely, so lonely
So lonely, so lonely
So lonely, so lonely
So lonely, so lonely

TECH N9NE – Should I Killer

[Hook x2]
I can’t hold her, I can’t control her
Could I? (Killer!) Should I? (Killer!)
If I can’t grope her, I might as well choke her
Could I? (Killer!) Should I? (Killer!)

[Verse 1]
The condom busted, upon this fluff chick
Really bomb and lust when the ‘ginas thrusted and I’m disgusted
Can’t come in the club bitch, dumb nigga trusted that I won’t hit a gust quick
Son should’ve clutched it
What he spit, what he gunned this let it in her rump and erupted
She saying she ain’t on no pill, she stay thinking on your scrill
She know you’re sold your mill and you Tecca Ninna with the solo deal
So what you think she’s thinking?
If you fertilize the pink one sinking your linking
Nothing but the jinx now I gotta write her off like an ink pen
If she fattens, she said that it won’t happen
Steady laughing at him, mashing splashing ass should’ve had it fastened
Night is over, now, she ain’t showed around town about a month
And I gotta call saying she gotta tote around
Something extra from when I sexed her
My nigga, that’ the moment I had a heap a whole plethora
Of homicide thoughts. Can I kill her? Why not?
Cause if wifey find this out she’s gonna take everything I’ve got

[Hook x2]

[Verse 2]
Killer shit I played it out
Abortion, yes, I paid it out
But every time that I call to see if it’s done it’s like she waited out like
I got to be further on to get that
Somebody’s calling my phone, so hit back
I guess I’ve been having a dome
To click clack bone to pick at, I think it’s wrong to sit back
And let yourself protrude from something else, no food
But you’re gonna tell your dude that you’re having my baby
What the hell, that’s rude
But you took my money and all my comings from me
But you reassure me saying she’s gonna be taken by her mommy
When her mama took her, she said it kind of shook her
When her mother cried, praying to God and wanted the baby to push her
To be a better person, read adversin, yeah, they burst in tears
Dead is certain I ain’t shed a curse in years
And as sick as here, make a nigga wanna drip a tear
Man this is fear, cause I already got kids and the Mrs near
So I’m vicious, still, twisted admist this wicked fear
Think I’m gonna click this weird chick really quick and the bitch disappear

[Hook x2]

[Outro]
If I kill this woman I gotta apply my stealth
Cause if my family finds out, wave bye-bye my wealth
And if her family finds out, they’re gonna make this guy cry help
I guess it will be way, way easier if I would just die myself

TECH N9NE feat. 816 Boyz – Rock Yo Head

Let’s drink ’till the liqour gone
Don’t think, get the swisha blown
So when a stink trick hit yo phone
Say, “Bitch, lemme get my kick it on!”

[Chorus:]
Rock yo Head, to the beats, yeah
Everybody rockin, understand what I said
Rock yo Head, Rock yo Head
Stop my bread I’mma rock yo head!
Nigga
Rock yo Head, Rock yo Head
Rock yo Head, I’mma Rock yo Head
Rock yo Head, Rock yo Head
Stop my bread I’mma Rock yo Head

[Verse One: Tech N9ne]
Jordan on my tennis shoe
Organ yellin ‘Gimmie you!’
Scorin’ the foriegn chick
Got her whorin in her Jimmy Choo
Pour until my Henny through
Your men weak as Winnie Pooh
Ignorin’ [?] chicks not
Affordin niggas any-who

[Kutt Kalhoun]
Kutty got the thing on lock like Yoda
Middle of the floor
With your girl bent over
Two cups, Two bottles
Left hand on my logo
Right hand on my stick
Twitt’ pic for the photo
Makzilla

[Makzilla]
I got the g-uh-irls
All around the w-uh-orld
Why’s that?
Cause I’m makin toes c-uh-url
When I beat it they say I really need it
I spit game like my name’s E-E-E-Earl

[Krizz Kaliko]
I’m gonna be Kali Baby until they come’n get me
816, that’s whats wrong wit me
Tryin’ to see how much money this song gon’ get me
I said Rock yo Head, gon’ Rock Rock wit me

[Chorus]

[Verse 2: Makzilla]
Goodah
Goodah
Scratch
Scratch
Dome
Don’t mess with it
Fuck what I’m sayin
Then invest wit’ the vest wit’ it
Shout-out to Dj Khalid when we screamin
We the Best with it, Hit em with the lyrical
Skill like I’m possesed with the Ces in it

[Krizz Kaliko]
If you get it, that mean you said somethin you regretted
But if you get beheaded, then you never should have said it
This is head bangers ball, break your neck to this, rock until yo spine
Outta socket shake it like a pocket rocket
Okay!

[Tech N9ne]
Tech is spray
When the re-uh-record play
Make me really wanna catch a
Fade, [?], if we saturate
That brigade, that is retro-blade
You just afraid, Tech of what
Your nigga ’bout to pay

[Kutt Kalhoun]
Never say we didn’t give em [?]
Out of drama, then his momma gonna be fake on his betta days
2Pac re-incarnated, this aided the [?]
Went to Mary, said ‘Make em straight wish he’d of fled away’

[Chorus]

[Verse 3: Makzilla]
Bringin this dope
But I brought no feds
I don’t mess with phony niggas
That got no cred’s
Yeah

[Krizz Kaliko]
On this album there be alot more sin, like
Don’t be fuckin around with white loafs’ bread

[Kutt Kalhoun]
You can find me up in the spot so red
& if you dis-respect me you gettin shot so dead

[Tech N9ne]
I’m gonna be chillin at the top
No meds, Like Reggie Denny
I’mma Rock Yo Head!

[Chorus]

[Outro: Krizz Kaliko]
816 Boyz! Ain’t we sick boy!
Well, ain’t we?
Quick to get your girls panties!
Hoes!

TECH N9NE feat. Jay Rock, Kutt Calhoun – You Owe Like Pookie

I don’t know if it is gon’ jump, you front
Owe me money you might get stomped like a punk
(hey) like a chump (hey) we can thump
(hey) what’chu want (hey) c’mon

[Chorus]
You owe like, Pookie
Everythang thang, coochie
You’re soft like, sushi
If you owe like, Pookie
Yes you do – you owe like Pookie
Yes it’s true – kiss all that booty
Yes you do – you owe like Pookie
Yes it’s true – kiss all that booty

[Tech N9ne]
I’m still drivin, with no license
Cold night when a woman gets wined and dined and it’s no pipin
Remember the crackhead on “New Jack City,” the low life one
(Yup!) Well his name Pookie (gyah) and you owe like him
At the trailers, thought we began trust
You stand up my hand is on your damn butt you say I’m nuts!
The way I ham up, you said you understand us
And lessons that I can’t cut but in the end you jammed up!
I don’t take nothin (gyah) but I expected somethin! (Gyah)
Cause you stated after dinner and movie next was humpin (gyah)
And I was always taught by mom and them respect a woma (gyah)
But you owe like Pookie I suggest you pay when the checks are comin

[Chorus]

[Jay Rock]
First tee I go to jail then Wayne too
Notice a traumatic drop in sales when the lame dudes
come to try the same, dude remains in the game fools
wantin to be starts everybody ain’t spangled
So how can I be confident and say these rappers ain’t be prominent
Today they grabbin put a comical stain on (music, music)
It happens to be looted, you sad, you signin for a little bit of stacks
But when you miss intuitive facts (you ruins it, screws it)
Uck-fay everybody else, I’ma fuck everybody else
I walk up in the sto’ what they purchase (NOTHIN!) All by myself
With all the money lost to booty suckers (you owe a lot of people)
Me, you owe yourself, you even owe my mother
So you owe Pook!

[Interlude/Chorus]

[Kutt Kalhoun]
It’s been a minute, I want my stack with interest
And if you come with that you talkin you gon’ need a dentist
(Yes!) Money never grow on trees so you disrespectin
Fuck a Smith & Wesson I’ma order you that chopper special
They say you shuckin and jivin from me you duckin and hidin
Let’s see you duck and hide from these bullets when I fly ‘em
It’s been a weak nigga takin my kindness for weakness
’til I cock back and squeeze this and I leave yo’ ass bleedin
Period! Now niggaz wanna act so delirious
When I ask for my paper ’til I do somethin so serious
like bust a head, break a neck, you lettin in some dookie
My advice just pay up, nigga you owe like Pookie

[Chorus]

“You owe”

TECH N9NE feat. Irv da Phenom – Road Rage

It’s my lane you fly or you die mayne
Deny that we hype don’t even try mayne
Rely on this guy to give you migraines
Screamin’ on you demons A.Y.
Aim to fry thangs

[Chorus]
This is road rage, this is, this is road rage
This is cold days, this is, this is cold days
Never on your page, this forever flow stays
This is road rage, this is, this is road rage

As the stars start falling,
But it fell all the way down under the underground
There is where we create Strangeland (BOOM)
You know what I’m saying right there

[Tech N9ne]
Get the fuck out of my way
I don’t be givin a fuck
Never come into my lane
Nigga, we choppin em up
Here we’ll be givin em pain
And then we hit with a truck
That is the name of the game
When you be fuckin wit us

Make a path for a nigga, you better be ready to get the cash for a nigga
We break and we crush and we slash every nigga
And if you think any better we gonna blast on a nigga
I’m yellin on you because you ain’t on my level
You cannot beat me so you say that I’m a devil
Can’t nobody get me when the foot is on the pedal
On this road I hella go I’m a rebel

This my lane you fly or you die mayne
Deny that we hype don’t even try mayne
Rely on this guy to give you migraines
Screamin’ on you demons A.Y.
Aim to fry thangs

[Chorus]
This is road rage, this is, this is road rage
This is cold days, this is, this is cold days
Never on your page, this forever flow stays
This is road rage, this is, this is road rage

This is our lane nigga, stay in your own mothafuckin lane
I’m sick of yellin on you motherfuckers
Imma let my young nigga merc y’all ass

[Irv Da Phenom]
Un-fuck withable come get it, no?
Some get it go when they trippin’ on the tire smoke
‘Cause you minimal and I’m a general
Plus I’m finna blow and have you niggas runnin for survival
I know, you probably thought that trash you spit was real hot
Why don’t, you hand the microphone to me and go get a real job
‘Cause that ain’t dope boy
Somebody please tell this po’ boy
We ain’t playin games no mo’ boy
We hoggin up the lane and goin insane for the dough boy
Don’t you eva eva come here no mo’ boy
Cause we don’t play the wack shit
We beast on every track that we be on
Better wake up, you sleep on the elite homes

Your flow’s like a Prius, paint it pink with little flower decals
Mine’s like a mothafuckin monsta truck
Finna ride and crush anybody on the street now
Hop into your city and they ready to geek out
You pick up the mic and they ready to leave out
Meanwhile I’m back stage with a bad thick broad and
Imma bout to bring her and the freak out

Get out my lane (right)
You ain’t talkin about a thang unless it’s about some change
And I’m off the chain (right)
Imma give it to ya broad and beat it out the frame
And I ain’t playin (right)
And I got one thang I gotta bring to this game, it’s Damon Wayans
Damon Wayans? Yeah nigga that’s major pain

[Chorus]
This is road rage, this is, this is road rage
This is cold days, this is, this is cold days
Never on your page, this forever flow stays
This is road rage, this is, this is road rage

TECH N9NE feat. Nikkiya – Promiseland

I remember when my soul, hoes and dough was missin’
When I went to all the shows yo my bros are bitchin
Never meant to blow my goal so its motor spittin
And when I enter all of my flows I’m so in pole position

I promise, to be the best to mom ya
Us through get up at the dawn let tech spew flip it like an omelette
Ever since the calm bet you tech ain’t made you yawn yet
All signed checks in my pocket are the color of pawn shrek

The industry never passed the baton guess I grabbed it
If its beyond us even so I get the gauntlet
This music shit was enough to make me vomit
But I kept you all astonished make way for the kc comet

Now I’m winning I’m more sarcastic than vince vaughn yeah
Honestly when I walk in I come off like bomb threats
Cause them don’t want tech to go straight non vet
Throw on jets and get all the way to this land that was promised

[chorus]

Would you let me kiss em couldn’t defeat me none
We started beastin em sellin records mellin seconds
Look at us teachin em yellin tech is hell and methods
Rippin and reachin em, felon jeffers tellin heffers

I ain’t got no income but I got dough and then some
In come some friends they wanna attend hundreds send em
Knockin em out my chain go side to side just like a pendulum
I’m in to one but the other is impatient waitin for the sin to come

This is what goes on now that I’m in their light
Now they know that I get my flows on they comin’ out in their tights
Been chasin this for so long never has been fair fights
Lookin for them rare sights. it’s in there right?

In the land where everything is yours
Not fictitious like the boars all delicious like a smoors.
I’m be walking through the doors they often to the stores
Got me bossin doin more for the promiseland I’m you and yours, nina

[chorus]

Is this it? is this what it’s all about man?
Eating. drinking. fucking. sucking. snorting. come on man.
Meeting. feeling. touching. we on dames.
Killing. busting. really loving us cause we all strange.

Ha ha ha ha ha ha I like it
The promiseland is real simply because I write it.
Don’t stare too long and envy cause you might get eye-ritis
Now to get me for shows and lyrics it’s high prices

In promiseland, I’m gonna stand, an honest man
This honor gets the drama yes the llama can
Bring disaster on rappers like water on japan
He got his chance and tech puts it all on his fans

[chorus]

TECH N9NE feat. Snoop Dogg, E-40, Krizz Kaliko – Pornographic

[Tech N9ne (Krizz Kaliko)]
Hey. Where the camera at?
I’m tryin to hammer that your glammer got rappers,actors, et cetera havin a damn attack
And its that bam and back that’s standing fat with your rack
Let’s get candid act like your Janet Jack and mash in the sack
Or pretend your Nikki Nova while I film and flip it over
Get me closer to sticky soaking women if the poker
This is the culture
Where we kiss the chocha
And if she know to get below the big derover lick these soldiers strictly vulgar

(Look at her go) Watching you on the T.V
(Like at a show) Actin like you a pinkey
(Incredible) Far from nasty and sleezy
(Your not a ho) Best believe me.

Something you said made me wanna jump in the bed
Dumpin my threads while your spread legs dead on my red cam.
This ain’t a bread scam just wanna bust head jams
She said ram me and play it man and I said DWAMM

[Chorus]
(Pornographic-ooo)
(Don’t make you no ho-ooo)
(We can take it slow-ooo)
(No one has to know-ooo)

Oh Oh lets make a porno
You can taste me ill eat ya up like DiGiorno
Don’t be shy that’s a no no
Me on you picture that like a photo

[E-40]
E-40
Back it up like a garbage truck
Ass like Amber Rose
Bouncing up and down like a pogo stick
I wanna see ya touch yo toes
Imma lay back and let you do to all the work
Til you reach your climax and spit
Cream on my thing like a wet dream
Pussy juice dripping just like PET milk
We on that (lammy and shrekin berry?)
We higher than Pluto
She can’t get enough
She blowin like a bugle
I’m fixxin to burst
Just like a water balloon (Water balloon)
She took the rubber off and ate my sperm with a spoon
If that ain’t pornographic
I don’t know what pornographic is
Booty checks, tatted pierced and pussy lips
Silicon plastic oral injections
Is just big hips on my erection
I don’t spend money on hoes
Hoes spend money on me
Like to make em buy me clothes
By using my mouthpiece
I tell em I ain’t got no bread
I ain’t got no paper
You heard what E-40 said
I ain’t no captive saver
Dick boss mackin
Hustlin is my habit
I don’t play no games
I beat the pussy out the frame

Biotch! Biotch!

[Chorus]
(Pornographic-ooo)
(Don’t make you no ho-ooo)
(We can take it slow-ooo)
(No one has to know-ooo)

Oh Oh lets make a porno
You can taste me ill eat ya up like DiGiorno
Don’t be shy that’s a no no
Me on you picture that like a photo

[Snoop Dogg]
Debbie does Dallas
Doggy does Debbie
Baby are you ready
This shit is gettin heavy
Dippin like a Chevy
Hold it real steady
Double up
Bring in Blowjob Betty
Now we got it poppin low
Hit then I stop and go
Film it record it
in high definition though
I got my dick by your ear
Do you hear what I hear
Oh brother
No other
I will fuck yo mother
And that’s truthfully
See that’s how Snoop will be
See cause usually
Booty free, duty free it’s all the same
Pussy has no name or no face
Some love the way it taste
And I know that
See baby wanna blow that
I take her to the mic booth
And let her do a mic check
Dog her like Mike Vic
I’ll make dyke bitch like dick
Right bitch?
It took a minute just to write this

[Chorus]
(Pornographic-ooo)
(Don’t make you no ho-ooo)
(We can take it slow-ooo)
(No one has to know-ooo)

Oh Oh lets make a porno
You can taste me ill eat ya up like DiGiorno
Don’t be shy that’s a no no
Me on you picture that like a photo

TECH N9NE feat. Aqualeo – Paint On Your Pillowcase

[Groupie] Um, I normally don’t do anything like this (mhm)
But, um when I saw you in the club
I just thought… I had to try something different! (mm hmm)
I normally don’t take anyone home on the first night, (mhmm)
But you look so, good to me…
[Tech N9ne]
Shut Up, take off your clothes

[Tech N9ne: Verse 1]
Lay down on the mother fucking bed, like I said
I’m a different kind of nigga, like to spread bloody red
From banging the thing I’m a tame when you shed naughty legs
I’m geeking
Cause you peaking with my head
Leave you dead and leaking
I’m a killer, but instead of a machete
I got my dick, I’m a drill her
Then I’m a hit her with the steady
A proper check up speedy
Like Andretti hit the crevi
A lot to pick up, Betty gotta be ready for the yetti
To eat, my kind of meat, find mine to feat
But climb N9ne the beast, Its my time to feast
Einstein N9ne slime the sheets
I’m tryna design [?]
She whine the least
Rewind the beat cause T9 he grind the freaks
Putting your mother fucking feline to sleep
Cannibalistic with her I’m hoping she don’t mind the teeth
You invited me in
Gimme the Henny, lemon and sprite and the night’ll begin
You ignited me when you stated you sighted me when
I was painted up so you came on up and kited my sin
Til the morning light, it was on tonight
You met a DK-N to fucking bone you right
Clones’ll roam you might, be surprised with the vibe
But I’m leaving paint on your pillow meaning I was inside

[Chorus]
I ain’t finna steal your fate
My aim is to kill your hate
We gone drank till you can’t feel your face
Then I’m leaving paint on your pillowcase

[Verse 2: Aqualeo]
I’m smoking a lot, I failed a nigger when I told her where she was by my motherfucker face pine
’cause bitch, it don’t matter what you think
When it drain, it will be your time and you’ll say ice hank
A little bit and a little more, is a little more liquor to get the whore
Fuck you because I do it with the leather floor
Later you will feel real stupid like a play prank
’cause I know about the hold that was in her
Know she a sinner, oh, no beginner
Hold her ass low and go for the dinner
Tell that ho no, ’cause my heart cold like winter
Yes, so, ’cause she’s a freak, it ain’t me
Walking on the streets just getting me
One in four creeps just get me, so I told her corner for, eating my dick is a privilege
Take her down, take her, take her, take her down
But if I take her down, then a nigger will never get the crown
But if I get your picture will I own her lick her down
Then a lick her down will never be a nigger down
And her beating the sack is right, so the next time she’ll be in the time and place
Some that she can’t escape, but I can, even with a trace

[Chorus]
I ain’t finished with your thing
I ain’t here to kill your head
We can drain until we kill your vein
And leave the paint on your pillowcase
Paint on your pillowcase, paint on your pillowcase
We can drain ’till you can’t feel your vein
And leave the paint on your pillowcase

[Verse 3: Aqualeo]
The sin that brought us all here
The one we love the most, but yet is the one we all fear
So time’s sadistic, it gets mystic and the trends are twisted
Bodies in exquisite positions, that’s so illicit
Illegal to the exhibits, solicit, yet we exist
In a thrill and all sorts of feeling we get, that’s so implicit
Why people risking their life, depinction husband and wife
To get closer to the true wise that brings us eternal life
The paint left on your pillow is the same from off the face
The one you see in your dreams when you’re taking below the waist
The devil was giving horns, but the nature from which was born
Every person that’s ever lived so get praise to the god of porn

TECH N9NE feat. Stevie Stone – Overtime

Yeah so, since I was 10 tears older then her (heh-yeah)
She tried to give me that “Coming to America” spiel, y’knahmsayin like
“Some guys, put in an hour – some of ‘em, even an hour and a half”
“But a man gotta put in overtime for me to get off” [laughing]

[Chorus: sung]
Work it baby (work it baby)
I’ma give you extra, you deserve it baby (deserve it baby)
Put a star next to you cause your perfect baby (perfect baby) all the time
Clock out, clock in for overtime (overtime)

[Tech N9ne]
If you think we ’bout to go to sleep – forget about it
You really doubt it, though we can make the synergys link
In the middle of the night I’m fixin to enter the pink
Never the one to be stingy I leave my dinner, she winks (geah)
Cause she think she got me and her percentage be Brinks
But I’ma stick it without a ticket in the tender she thinks
Suck me up and then I can become her energy drink (gyah!)
And that’s what she gon’ need (geah)
Punchin the clock, I’m not gonna be done on three
Baby you probably wanna kick it and get ‘er done on E
But you ever have steamy sexual fun on weed?
So I told her N9ne!
No I don’t look it but I’m the older kind
But that dont mean I’ma stick it and quit it, forget it
Because tonight I’ma ’bout to get it in overtime

[Chorus]

[Stevie Stone]
Said I – love your body, love your pace
Love it when you maneuver your body off my space
and weather the chase, and have your body off in a daze
Now could’cha feel the hormones, they off of the rage
Now check it – let me take a little dose of the page
I’m hittin for hours and hours, hours hours and days
All the positions I’m feelin real kinky today
I’ve waited to play my trombone have a parade (have a parade)
Kitty kitty kitty kitty c’mere
Well there’s a couple little things I wanna say in ya ear
I’m shiftin gears, love it when I strike the wheel
Leave ya stoned in the bed I’ma freak for real!
Baby girl, I’ma freak for real
A little too much tongue got me head over heels
Wetter the chill, head shot ready to kill
Ready to deal, head watch, watch you will

[Chorus]

[Tech N9ne]
Baby, baby gave me a job and I love it
I know you’ll be lovin the way you’ll throb when you hug it
When I got the punani I thought the job really was it
Before the punani you take the job and you shove it
Feel like a nigga makin love when I does it
On the clock I’ma stop it, when it buzz I’ma plug it
Good enough for me to be your husband in public
You really be wantin to pack a stud in your luggage

[Stevie Stone]
Uhh! Pack a stud in your luggage
Break down baby Stone gon’ love it
Finally bang her, make a nigga wan’ love it
Make me wanna snatch it, C2 grub it
Huh! It’s one of a kind
You and your girls, and I come on with the N9ne
Spread them legs and open wide
Give you that overtime

[Chorus]