Best Verse Tech ever written

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Permalink Reply by Robert J on September 24, 2010 at 10:29pm

lyrically harvey dent was pretty good but probably his best song ever is "this ring"
"this ring
Was supposed to protect a nigga
Best for niggas
Who couldn't stop having sex
With bitches
Bless the Mrs.
Who stress to kiss us
Even though we spend our
Checks with strippers
Obsessed with clitorises
This ring
Made a nigga feel macho
Cry for
Lie for
Die for
My ho
Nigga I go face Diablo
With a hostile gospel
If I can't have tres or cuatro
Little vatos
Imma let a lot flow
What they sell
Up in Osco
Up a nostril
That sound like
Tech N9NE"

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Permalink Reply by Nick James on September 24, 2010 at 11:00pm

I think it was Trapped in a Psyco's Body cause its him talking to himself. I think thats tough.

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Permalink Reply by KC Killa on September 24, 2010 at 11:08pm

Some of his deepest lyrics are in One Good Time. Tech is a real rapper he can be deep and serious but than he can be crazy

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Permalink Reply by Nick James on September 24, 2010 at 11:13pm

Thats a cool ass song. It tripped me out that he was talking about wanting to cry the first time i heard it and i've been hooked ever since.

KC Killa said:

Some of his deepest lyrics are in One Good Time. Tech is a real rapper he can be deep and serious but than he can be crazy

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Permalink Reply by draztik on September 25, 2010 at 12:25am

co-sign

Robert J said:

lyrically harvey dent was pretty good but probably his best song ever is "this ring"
"this ring
Was supposed to protect a nigga
Best for niggas
Who couldn't stop having sex
With bitches
Bless the Mrs.
Who stress to kiss us
Even though we spend our
Checks with strippers
Obsessed with clitorises
This ring
Made a nigga feel macho
Cry for
Lie for
Die for
My ho
Nigga I go face Diablo
With a hostile gospel
If I can't have tres or cuatro
Little vatos
Imma let a lot flow
What they sell
Up in Osco
Up a nostril
That sound like
Tech N9NE"

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Permalink Reply by Kodiak A on September 25, 2010 at 1:20am

Kinetic, you bet it's somethin movin your head,
It's prophetic so get it embedded, let it control your bodily
Close to lettuce, my head is far from synthetic
You credit this vet is poetic, that is merely a part of me
The other part it be wicked, similar to psychotic
We kick it, We frolic
Sickness neurotic fought at the God in me
Mixed with erotic on top of Hennessy and hypnotic
You got it, a solid super savage knowin not of comradery
Don't want kill ya
(Somethin in my head) is makin me done deal ya
(Somethin in my head) is makin the gun fill ya
(Somethin in my head) is makin me want drill ya
Can we get familiar?
Check, always fantasizin on gettin sexed
Wettin that and settin Tech up on you carressin breast
Sweatin that you'd get me vexed and not get your second breath
Stressed you would've been left where you was beaconed
And we neck and neck

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Permalink Reply by TechnicianN9ne1988 on September 25, 2010 at 1:47am

[3rd Verse]
Welcome to my
Asylum
It's hectic
They call me dyslexic
Rogue infested
More vicious than Cujo
Fraudulent tested
The punks arrested
Got the neck slit
Exit
I'm twisted
I know Hollywood backwards
Says doowylloh
Force feed me a
Sumo
For about nine weeks
Playing Club
Nuevo
Till he's blue
Though
Then stuff him in the front seat of a
Yugo
Body filled with beef and toaster
Strudel
Let up the break
And watch him race
To the intersection
Now he's through
Though
Yastuvo
I slide with a gang
Of twisted individuals
Somebody better be
Looking for the criminal tendencies
Never will they get us
In the penitentiaries
Killa
Millimeter N9ne rips vinyl
I know
Mix flow like Korean albino
Wino
Once breaded an elephant
With a rhino
Called it the hell if I know
Throw Chucky Mason
Off in a pit
Of militant Jews
Banging hella opera
The real meaning
of helter skelters when they skinned that forehead swastika,
am I twisted, am I twisted,
I'm twisted momma better call the psychiatrics for mental assistance






[Verse 3: Tech N9ne]
I've been nice to you rapper cats for a long time
I left Kansas City so them other cats can gonna' shine
But it seems these punks are confused because I'm my own kind
But I'm back on deck cause Kansas City is who's throne? Mine!
This ain't no punk shit
Nigga this is strength at it's finest
I made this shit so you all you sins can rewind it
Meaning, you pussys who says this Tech shit ain't hard for real
And try to disregard the real
You motherfuckers is hard to feel
I get your death threats cause I'm the king bitch
Money, groupies, drugs, alcohol and bling shit
But I stay a hella game
And you punks is so lame
Cause my mobbin' gangster track will demolish your whole tank
I've been with every rapper who's legendary
Underground to mainstream know that Tech is very hard
Cause I bring the heater
Love me cause I'm your leader
Bitches they suck my peter
While I drinkin' Margaritas
Niggas get laid down
Seven displayed sounds
N9ne the crayzed clown
Lines like sprayed rounds
This is for all you haters who don't pump my shit
If you say this ain't gangster then you can suck my dick!
I might look like a clown
But you niggas sound like a motherfuckin' circus
Fuck you motherfuckers!

These are my two favorite verses

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Permalink Reply by eric on September 25, 2010 at 2:14am

the whole song to Come Gangsta

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Permalink Reply by noremaC semaJ on September 25, 2010 at 4:20am

THAT BOX!!!

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Permalink Reply by Shiven Desai on September 25, 2010 at 5:12am

First verse of Industry is Punks.

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Permalink Reply by Jaysta Jaysta on September 25, 2010 at 7:20am

Beats bangin', better bring it big or bounce bitch
'Bout to blast it n blood in back'a the black brick
Boss ballin' been breakin' bread n biquets bre
And Beautiful biancas, bideos, 'n bangas with big B
Now before brilliance, blessed to be buildin it
Best in this bario, bane, 'n bizarre more bills in this
Bankin' this babies be blingin 'n his boo be the BIG booty,
Big butts, be in'is benzo bronze'll get big bucks
I'm a black baboon, bring me bags of bananas
Bonified billy badass with a brown bandana
Been gone on Bicardi, bulu, but I'm bout to be bigger bitch
Better break if you bust up before I'm blowed n biligerent
Six Douce spreads big in it, I'm bloated n blimpy
Broads be blowin me in the back of the black Bentley
Never been about no babbelin, I'm bringin no bootsy,
But I been in Bay with Big Von, like sha-boob-a-la-boopy

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