Tech N9ne's Lyrics Page

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Permalink Reply by k-skale on February 25, 2009 at 2:39pm

Badass dude. Thanks for that. I'm sure I've got most of the songs down by now, but nonetheless... good lookin' out.

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Permalink Reply by Gofer on February 25, 2009 at 8:31pm

SICK

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Permalink Reply by PeepingTomETTE2 on February 25, 2009 at 10:37pm

Glad they brought it back...cause B-4 this whole My Page....the lyrics were available, then after the update it wasn't...so cool, I like that as an option.

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Permalink Reply by KARREEN on February 26, 2009 at 12:12am

He's A M A Z I N G I can't even read as fast as he flows!!!! Cant w8 to see him again in April!!!!!!

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Permalink Reply by Big Shot on February 26, 2009 at 12:51am

1. Tormented



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
Feels 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 out them
panties Get wicked
Get her in the bed real quick get hit with a
whammy
Can't shake it
Try to pass it by but homey 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 thee
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 schizo Techn9ne



Tormented
Money women liquor hella drugs
Tormented
Lookin' at me from afar you'll get a buzz
Tormented
Father can you tell me
What it is what it was and what it shall be
Death



One for the demon, two for the son
Father please forgive me 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
Feel me up I'll try to fight a crew
Don't touch me
Bouncer want to show me to the door
Don't rush me
Please partner I don't want to go
Shame on me
Chuckin' ain't a damn thing changed
Rain on me
Fuck it do it till I feel the flame
Don't test me
Try to fight em fair no lead
Get messy
But the alcohol said
Go ahead
Can't stop it
Alcohol is taken over blood
Don't mock it
Bitches like it thinkin' I'm a stud
No expenses
When I'm out I get a lotta love
I'm drinking everything the tender
Tryin' to give me in the club (16 bars)



Tormented
Money women liquor hella drugs
Tormented
Lookin' at me from afar you'll get a buzz
Tormented father can you tell me
What it is what it was and what it shall be
Death



One for the spirit, two for the blood
Father please forgive me while I take this drug
Tormented
Wanna 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
Marijuana
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're an angel on the dust
PCP
Dip it wet stick it's numb numb
Dank and weed
They hit it quick Where I come from
GHB
This do it fluid is called date rape
LSD
Hit it trip it now things trace
Vallum pill
Got this villain chillin' stayin' paid
Bounce until
I'm feelin' ill or till the day breaks
Extacy
Cop it, pop it, roll time to club
Sex to me
Is who I'm taking home so I can fuck
Grant Rice is
Money, drugs, liquor, and them ho's
My life is
Based on sex drugs and rock and roll



Tormented
Money women liquor hella drugs
Tormented
Lookin' at me from afar you'll get a buzz
Tormented
Father can you tell me
What it is what it was and what it shall be
Death



One up in heaven, two here in hell
Father please forgive me while I chase this mail
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 a sho nuff
Don't be bitchy 5150 hit the dough up
Killer 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 til we blowed up
Get it sewed up
Tormented
I don't know so don't you ask why
Intended
For nina to getta piece of pie
Rest in peace
All I want is money so I can fly
I'm chasin' relish scrilla cabbage
Money hungry till I die
Tormented


2. Stamina

Stamina
I'll be damn
If I'll ever be
Took away by the demons
I'll never be what 's the weather
When I bust a rhythm I come
With the heater cleverly
Nigga nothin' will never be
So killa , flowzilla, gorilla
If flow was a felony I'de be
In a line hella doing time
For the (click, click) TECHN9NE


3. Sinister Tech



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



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 vengence
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!





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
Thru 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



TECH N9NE's in the house


4. Psycho Bitch



I want you to quit
Calling me
Calling me
Following me
Following me
Why do you trip with me
After you get through
Swallowing 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 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 in back
Chest is twice that
But the fatal attraction
Will only get you
Ice packs
Better watch what you do
When you sleep with a woman
That's on the edge
In your bed
Cause you'll be resting
In red
Killa killa
They'll find the number
To your residence
Non-hesitant
Unprecedented
Ain't no mystery
To her steez
She's demented
I ain't never gonna get myself
In another mix up
With a psycho bitch
Millimeter
With a master plan
So you won't be off in a ditch
Like this
Wild child
Running wild
Behind the smile
Is a frown
That'll make you lay it down
Quickly
She's shifty
Killa strictly
Outta come and get me
From a rose
To a three fifty-seven
Three sixty
Psycho bitch



Never ever do it
Down low
With a psycho bitch
Better never ever go out
With a
Psycho bitch
Everybody better learn
How to see a
Psycho bitch
Cause your bitch might be her



What you gonna do when they
Pop at you
Gloc at you
Fill 'em with the venom
Who the fuck
Are we talking to psycho bitches, psycho bitches





I was holding her
Hugging her
Rubbing her
Sucking her
Kissing her
Plugging her
But she thought
That I was
Loving her
All the loving was gone
When she found out
She was wrong
Calling my Momma's house
At three a.m.
Quit playing on my phone
They say this
Psycho bitch
Was made from us
Psycho bitches
Say they get nothing
But hate from us
Psycho bitches
From the angelic to ravenous
Psycho bitches
Stay the fuck
Away from us
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
Followed me to my
Main thang's domain
This dame
Brings more pain
Door chain
Broke after the door rang
Must be on cocaine
Insane
Yanks will mess up
Your thang
No brain bitches
Will have you stressing
Using Rogaine
Didn't chill with her
Deal with her
N9na had to get
Ill with her
Trick tried to kill
Mrs. N9NE
So I had to hit her
With a grill splitter
Never do sex
With a psycho Bianc
Anybody with her
Better pop your trunk
Run better get a gun
When the bitch come
Better know
She's a psycho killa
Killa
Hard
When he hit that piece
And then get her up
And out
With a dis
Scarred
When he knows
That he's been up in the mix
With a psycho bitch





Never ever do it
Down low
With a psycho bitch
Better never ever go out
With a
Psycho bitch
Everybody better learn
How to see a
Psycho bitch
Cause your bitch might be her



What you gonna do when they
Pop at you
Gloc at you
Fill em with the venom
Who the fuck
Are we talking to





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 this
Psycho bitch
Was made from us psycho bitches
Say they get nothing
But hate from us psycho bitches
From angelic to ravenous psycho bitches
Stay the fuck
Away from us psycho bitches


5. Real Killer



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



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



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



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


6. Cursed



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



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





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



You heard of Tech
He's like the best
He built his nest
In the midwest
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
Boom boom





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
Kool 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 wanna 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
Rap Game


7. Suicide Letters



Picture me
In a 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 losing
Longing to be enlightened
Absorb my mind state
Reduce the crime rate
And take me out
When running toward the Lord
I see 'em fake me
Out shook me
So from church I play hookie
Listen to the words of a brother
The sick stutters
So you better better
Get the get the bags ready
Comes a killer killer
Like Skagnetti
My brains contaminated
Hella rotten
Wasn't me that killed you
Who was it what was it
The effects of the mildew
My brain's wilted
In my eyes the world is a bit tilted
Lord take me away
Before somebody else gets killed
Blood spilled
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 man
My life is scarred man
I'm losing my mind
So now it's time
Sincerely sign
N9NE



I just wanna die
I don't want to wake up
I don't wanna cuz
That's the way that I feel
I'm barely hanging on
I don't want to wake up
I don't wanna cuz
That's the way it has to be





I made your life a living hell
With my infidelity
Remember your telling me
All I give a damn about
Is weed stems and melodies
Remember you
Spent 30 minutes in the hospital parking lot
Crying
When the blood test read
The baby of another woman was mine
99.99
You should've left
Along time ago like Mary J. say
Just let it go like Ray J.
Con't
I know your mamma heard
You yelling mayday
Spent my life trying to R-A to the P
You sick of me
Always bein' B to the R-O-K to the E
Now there's nothin'
Else left of me
I was a bum
But you still wanted some
Through the rain, snow and thunder
Foul ups , bleeps and blunders
But no man shall tear asunder
Is what you said
You should've put multi bullets
In my head
When you found that evil
Instinct was a song
Where the events actually went on
This is the letter
To my homie, my friend
Who put up with me for 8
So now to take me
Really quickly is my fate
I'm sorry
For making it hard
I know your scarred
I'm losing my mind
So now it's time
Sincerely sign
N9ne



I just want to die
I don't want to wake up
I don't wanna cuz
That's the way that I feel
I'm barely hanging on
I don't want to wake up
I don't wanna cuz
That's the way it has to be





I love ya'll
The dynamic duo, my babies
It ain't your fault
That your daddy's crazy
Donny,
I miss your drumming like me
One day you'll be ruling
Leelee,
I miss you in my face
Yellin'
Daddy, what you doin'
You two are the reason
Why I'm still standing today
But I'm 1600 miles away
And you get my heart sinkin'
When I start thinkin' about you babies
I heavily start drinkin'
On a daily puffin'
I'm seeing my heart
I gots to toughin'
Can't see me leavin' my angels with nothin'
So I keep bussin'
Use my pain for you two
I've gotta come up in the game
So one day you can do the same with yours
Love you galore
And I ain't playin'
makin' me put an end
To this suicidal mind state sayin'



I don't want to wake up
I don't wanna cuz
That's the way I feel
I'm barely hanging on
I don't want to wake up
I don't wanna cuz
That's the way it has to be

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Permalink Reply by Big Shot on February 26, 2009 at 12:52am

8. It's Alive



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 flame's 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
And 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 C M O
Better bang this
People make there jokes
And say we're off to see the wizard
Well me and Dorothy
And Toto's on your ass
When you visit



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



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 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 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



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



Kansas City City City
That's where I really wanna be
Grime and gritty gritty gritty
Back up when I throw that V
Up in the air air air
That's five seven R 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 the crevices
Hella beefing
Thinking they can stop
The heart of Kansas City
But the heart of Kansas City
Is beating



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 is Kansas City
Imma show you how we do it
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


9. Einstein



If you got scratch
Nigga
Get the fuck up
Throw your hands up
If you hella
Fucked up
Einstein
TECH N9NE
Two triple zip
Crack a jaw
Whip 'em all
If they wanna trip
Ladies with the bar codes
Meet me after this
Maybe you can show me
The meaning of abyss
Everybody on the wall
Momma is a bzzz
Had her at
The Budgetel
Stroking
On my dzzz
This ones
For the psychos
Gang bangers
And sluts
Bumbs holding the pipe
Those
College graduate fucks
I feel for no foes
I kill till I close
My trap
I'm ill when I flow
And you never doze
When I rap
TECH TECH
Gimme women and much alcohol
And I'm straight
Eat drink
And be merry
Yo come tomorrow
Might be your fate
Yo look
Look over there
It's that
Nigga with the hair
TECH and Juan
What a pair
The rest equals
MC squares
What



Who got this
Mutha fucking house
On lock
Who
Einstein
Huh what
TECH N9NE
Dwamn
Who keeps it sizzling
Who keeps it hot
Who
Einstien
Huh what
TECH N9NE
Dwamn
K C Mo Roll
K C Mo Roll



Everybody witness
My soul sickness
If you dig TECH
When he's twisted
Then go get this
Bringing the house down
When I rip shit
Like the plates shifted
Angels come in many shades
Either drunk or lifted
The Einstein
Meaning gifted
Too slick to get with
My shit was broke
But now I fixed it
With the quickness
You missed it
When I used to roll with
Misfits and Nitwits
But now who I do biz with
Ain't none of yo business
Blood thirst
In the church now
The earth's
The worst
Clutch your purse
When we lurk
Cause we cursed
From work
Trying to
Party like a mutha fucka
Broke as a joke
Don't hire me
But you arrest me
When I'm selling my dope
So who's the Einstein
In N9NE N9NE
TECH N9NE
I'm crime mind
In my prime
I'm mixing
One fifty-one
With Malibu rum
And pineapple juice
Among all my angels
And wicked ones
We're the party people
Night and day
Living crazy is the only way
Einstein
When I'm on it
Einstein
Rock it
Like you mutha fuckers want it



Who got this
Mutha fucking house
Who
Einstein
Huh what
TECH N9NE
Dwamn
Who keeps it sizzling
Who keeps it hot
Who
Einstein
Huh what
TECH N9NE
Dwamn
K C Mo Roll
K C Mo Roll



What do we say
To haters off top
Haters got beef
They thinking we got
We gon get postal
If it don't stop
You can get ghost
Or you can get shot
Generation X
Gon party till the death
Anybody tripping
Gettin greeted with a stretch
Taking everything
And we're leaving nothing left
Demons gotta die
Have 'em breathing last breaths
I feel that
I got will
And I'm gon bill
Till I'm killed
Bell till I bail
If I fail
Then I'm gon steal
What I will
TECH is a realist
Running with killas
You better vill this
Be the witness
To the coldest
When I hold this dick
They break camp
When I flow this
Einstein go the ill route
Throw up your hands
If you're villed out
Or if you're real sauced
I told ya'll I'm cold
Dog I flows
All heat
I'm representing
Rogue Dog
Rogue Dog
Fifty-seventh street


10. PR 2K1



You want me to jam
I'm finna
Enter brain waves
Pain from insane days
Make you sick
Like bad mayonnaise
TECH N9NE
Got the remedy
Rhyme infinity
Criminally
Finna be some shit
I'll crack you open
Like the youngest male Kennedy.
Got the whole planet
Rocking off the low blows
Damn it
I show flows
And poke hoes
That's suppose to be yours
Seeing my haters
In the dark alley
Tormented by mine
Dodging the TECH N9NE
Now here's the message
Liberate me
Chocolata tay
Imma rock
Not play
Do the fuck what I say
Throw your souls in the air
Like this
Flash your bar codes
While I stick 'em
With another hit
Up out of abyss
The TECH N9NE N9na
Out to find vaginas
Just a player
Clubbing it
Rubbing it
Loving that
Creamer streamer
Might seem a little extreme
My thing
When I flips
I gots to make sure that it's hot
Make the whole planet rock
Like this



Make that ass hop
Don't stop
Down south biancs
Make the planet rock
MidWest
Too much ass in one room
Rat tata tata tata
Tata tata boom
Make that ass hop
Make that ass hop
All the ladies in the party
Make the planet rock
See that ass hop
Watch that ass hop
All the fellas like to see you
Make the planet rock



Call it what you want it
Ghetto futuristical
Get up on it
There's a bianc up in my sector
Can I bone it
Cause all we want to do
Is get drunk
Get blowed
Spit shit
Spark blunts
And fuck hoes
We're quick to beat a buster down bad
MidWest Side put me in the soundlab
Now I'm ton niviganmad
I flipped it backwards
For you flow snatchers
Blast y'all
In the ass
N9na playing fast ball
Crash all
Glass jaws
Mad y'all
Cause last call
I was in the back
Of the club
Banging the hell
Outta this bad broad
On my planet
We take no haters for granted
They crisscross
Ten seconds till lift off
Be soaked in pistol grip sauce
Ripped off
The techniques complete heat
Retreat six feet
Under six feet
Unique speaks
Freaks tweak
Never let the beast seep
Can it
While the trooper
Techa N9na
Rock the planet



Make that ass hop
Don't stop
Down south biancs
Make the planet rock
MidWest
Too much ass in one room
Rat tata tata tata
Tata tata boom
Make that ass hop
Make that ass hop
All the ladies in the party
Make the planet rock
See that ass hop
Watch that ass hop
All the fellas like to see you
Make the planet rock



I got the type of flow
To make 'em make
Scream 3
Six rappers being hunted
By a killer
M C
I never kill the Bianca's
With the 36D
I party
With the bitches
On my planet
Looking crispy
Swiftly
Making rappers do
Three sixties
Never knew
Three sixes
Other niggas
Trying to dis me
Be under
These prefixes
Non ill
Malfunctional
N9NE rambunctional
Never let up
On a heated mic
Till I'm comfortable
Rogue style
Fifty-seven
Fifty-six street gang
Grips we gain
Anybody wanna trips
We bang
Hit us with a what
Lyrical head splitter
Making hella hoes
Get a nut
Make 'em put the rolls
In their butt
Let a hoe be a slut
Negro never give a fuck
Why the attitude
N9na ross
You got the sauce
Nigga I'm mad cause the Chiefs lost
I'm pissed off
In Kansas City
I'm straight from the abyss
TECH N9NE
I got the whole planet rocking with me
Whole planet
Rocking like this



Make that ass hop
Don't stop
Down south biancs
Make the planet rock
MidWest
Too much ass in one room
Rat tata tata tata
Tata tata boom
Make that ass hop
Make that ass hop
All the ladies in the party
Make the planet rock
See that ass hop
Watch that ass hop
All the fellas like to see you
Make the planet rock


11. Here I Come



I've been around the world
And I Yi Yi
Don't know why people
What?
Why people go to the strip club
To spend their dough
Just to see butt
To see these ladies strip
And take off all their clothes
I do not know why
They choose such a spot
I just don't know why
We get hot
It's probably cause
They make it hop and twurk the pole
And their headlights are sitting bold
Makes it look like its getting' cold
Can I hold you tight
Hop on my lap
And do that dance
I come to spend ones and huns
On lovely skin
Booty weighs a ton
Let the game begin
Cause here I come
Teccanina swope down like space invaders boy
Pull out the piece like on you haters boy
Forget about the haters
I don't wanna talk about 'em
On this right now
I wanna talk about
That butt them breasts
Yes yes wanna test
Now sanity stops
When the fannie g. drops
Fantasy locked
On makin' the canopy rock
Panties be hot
When we walk in
All vanity pops
In every glam if she's stocked
Make her make it
Frantically hop
We're all at the tittie bar
VIP and all of the kitties
Are sittin' with me
They're all knowin'
Who we are
TECHN9NE, baby
How you doin'
What you drinkin'
Caribou
Is what I'm thinkin'
Kansas City, baby
Hey, yo, yo, yo, yo,
We got relish
Don't be jealous
That's a hey no, no,no
Me and my fellas
Travelin' lookin' for them
Who does what
Make it hop
In Houston, Texas
ATL, California
Whazzup



Bianks with breasts and big butts
Here I come baby
Enough to make the big bucks
Here I come baby
151 and Malibu rum and pineapple juice in
My cup
Here I come baby
Fellas in the front
Let me hear you grunt
Fellas in the back
Watch that booty clap
Ladies in the middle
Let me hear you sizzle
Yell
TECHN9NE is hard as hell



Catch me on the couch
With two stouts
Mouth to mouth
Bounce to the techno festival
See lots of lezbo
Lets go ghetto
Or heavy metal
We slam dancing
Blair witch raves
In the woods
Up in Cameron
Rollin'
Diggin' the private schoolers
St. Theresa's bishop Hogan
Those are the kind
That do ya
Get that sarabell explosion
All of my homies kick it pockets
Ain't no punk
Trav, Dyno, Grant, Kut
Seven, John, George, monk
All at the tittie bar
Drinkin' and laughin'
My homie B'zle
Started this at Bazooka's
Booties clappin'
Black, Asian, White, Hatian, Mexican
And Italian
Doin' tricks with beer bottles
Sexy mixed mullato
I'm comin' to get ya
Drinkin' liquor
Off in Sweden, Germany, London
Back to the STL
Off in Memphis
Raisin' hell
With a stack of hundreds
Kick her that
In Miami
In the Benz
Aristocrat
Where the strippers at



Bianks with breasts and big butts
Here I come baby
Enough to make the big bucks
Here I come baby
151 and Malibu Rum and pineapple juice
In my cup
Here I come baby
Fellas in the front
Let me hear you grunt
Fellas in the back
Watch the bootie clap
Ladies in the middle
Let me hear you sizzle
Yell
TECHN9NE is hard as hell



What ya'll doin' after this scat
With this back activist mack
Blasphemous acts
Hit em with a stack
That will distract a bitch
All I wanna do
Is hit the back of this black abyss
In the cat in the hat for risk
If you really wanna master this
Know it's a whole lotta cash to get
Me and my homeboys
Will get with
Your homegirls
And get in our own world
We gotta be ready
To get up and go
To the bedroom
Or up in the bathroom
Givin' me and my homeboys a show
Baby get low
To a TECHN9NE tempo
Do you know
What you're in for
Rough sex
Much sweat
Enough flesh
What's next
Make her say
Oh la la la la
Give it to me TECHN9NE
You're the best time
That I ever had
Give it to me papa
Hit the na na na
And oh oh oh oh yeah
I love it when you do me
Like this teccanina
And I like it
When you make it do that
In Kansas City
We scan the tittes
And brand sadities
Were handsome hippies
Who land some quickies
We comin to kick it
Where you from
Pirates come screamin'
Yo ho ho
151 rum



Bianks with breasts and big butts
Here I come baby
Enough to make the big bucks
Here I come baby
151 and Malibu rum and pineapple juice
In my cup
Here I come baby
Fellas in the front
Let me hear you grunt
Fellas in the back
Watch that bootie clap
Ladies in the middle
Let me hear you sizzle
Yell
TECHN9NE is hard as hell


12. Who You Came To See



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 ya'll killers
Who buy my records supporting all my dogs
When I'm in your town
Can I pub crawl with ya'll
Go back home with your
Silky drawers baby doll
Exodus insanus nocturnus
Never your clan cannot learn us
Ya'll 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



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





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


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





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



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




13. This Ring



This ring
Got me a top notch
Straight hot fox
We sought rocks
And the Ewok Slot
Was caught
Got dropped two
Playing hopscotch
On the block
Ought not twat plot
Yo for hops knot
I brought dots
This ring
Help me remain sane
No dame games
Came from bane
To a changed man
No cane thang
Refrain from gang bang
Slang a praying brain
Reigns family fame
Then came pain
Say hello to TechN9NE
Everybody
Wanna be down with a nigga
Women get a whiff of the money
Thinking of taking it from me
They get up in the club
Giving the love
Throwing the pussy
Full of liquor and bud
Booty hopping around up in the MO
Get to looking around
Every ho wanna lick a nigga low
Infatuated
With niggas with dough
Get em in the sack
And try to make 'em let it go
Tech N9NE
Be autographing bitches
In front of rapping niggas
Who think of having figures
They get to grabbing triggas
They can't imagine villains
When they come back and get us
We get to whacking niggas
I ain't never
Wanted no parts of this
I don't never want to break
Another heart for this
Why the devil
Gotta make it
Why the Lord
Wanna make something that'll kill
Something so marvelous



This ring
Brings demeaning demons
In G-strings
Songs we sing
Make 'em fiend semen
And green things
Clinging
Dreaming
Thinking of being
Mrs. Thing
With this ring
But if I wasn't Tech N9NE
Bitches wouldn't even wanna be
With Tech N9NE
If I did no music
Then would you
Respect mine
This wedding band
And music
Draws a line between life
And Tech N9Ne



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
Nigga where the weed
Where the mutha fuckin'
Blow
And the hoes
Next to me
Is ecstacy
Asking me if I wanna roll
Bitches never gave a fuck
About a fling
Makes it exciting
When a married nigga
Wanna fuck around
And bitch know he's down
For the fling
I've been tested
And a lot of times
Been invested
Didn't know this Tech shit
Would constantly get a nigga
Molested
Been approached
By some of the best tricks
In the game
And they came strong
But I hanged on
To this ring
And I hope my son
Don't sing the same song



This ring
Brings demeaning demons
In G-strings
Songs we sing
Make 'em fiend semen
And green things
Clinging
Dreaming
Thinking of being
Mrs. Thing
With this ring
But if I wasn't Tech N9NE
Bitches wouldn't even wanna be
With Tech N9NE
If I did no music
Then would you
Respect mine
This wedding band
And music
Draws a line between life
And Tech N9NE



Quincy J. told me
Superstars are good providers
But
Two times out of ten
When we're on tour
Family's not beside us
What
Can a nigga do
When he makes ends
Add more to the time they spend
While he make ends
Everything else breaking
And the bond at the house
May end
And your wifey steady yelling
'bout quality time
And you think
With all the fame and fortune
Shit ought to be fine
But what happens
When the divorce papers
Just gotta be signed
And you lose half
And your children
Cause you gotta be N9NE
I wanna relax with them
And spend time
To the maximum
But if silence is golden
Then me making noise
Is Platinum
I gotta be Tech
And Daddy
And Hubby
But music
Women mixed with family's ugly
I know and you know
That hell will be
Hot for a nigga's infidelity
But until then
God forgive me
For any promises that I broke
Family
Can I be
Forgiven
For all the liquor and weed
That I smoke
When I succeed will I cope
Will I still breathe
Without both
This ring
Tech N9NE
I don't know
But when I go
I'm leaving out dope



This ring
Brings demeaning demons
In G-strings
Songs we sing
Make 'em fiend semen
And green things
Clinging
Dreaming
Thinking of being
Mrs. thing
With this ring
But if I wasn't Tech N9NE
Bitches wouldn't even wanna be
With Tech N9NE
If I did no music
Then would you
Respect mine
This wedding band
And music
Draws a line between life
And Tech N9NE


14. God Complex



And God said
Let us make man in our image
According to our likeness
Let them have dominion over the fish
Of the sea
Over the birds of the air
Over the cattle
And over all the earth
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 living
So this means
I'll beat the evil
Out of a non-believer
Until praise is given
But I know
Torture 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
Approaching with hate
Oh yes it's
Homicidal
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 Samaritan
Prevails but
they get straight sodomy
So I learned the ways of
Man
Grands
Filling my pants
Gun in my hand
For the demons
On the land
On the other hand
I really am
Angelic
I ain't got to stress it
You can tell it
Look into my eyes
No surprise
I'm half cupid
Half relic
He who
Treads the path of the beast
Is also he who's sins are repentable
But if you ever
Ever ever ever
Hurt a God
Then we got to do away with the genitals
Don't ever do something you'll regret
Do away with all these goody goody
Law abiding mutha fuckas
And let there be Tech
Nigga



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



Get on your
Knees and pray
If you step in our way
Cause we spray till 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
Get on your
Knees and pray
If you step in our way
Cause we spray till 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



Can they fuck with you
No
Their brain frames are too
Slow
The villain will kill 'em
With new
Flow
If you're hating me
This is for you
Blow
I've been to humble
With ya'll niggas
Time to rumble
With ya'll niggas
Me and Don Juan forever
We getting figures
Me and the Rogue Dogs we kicking
It getting richer
All these fools
Thinking they gonna stop me
I'm about to make us a million
Just watch me
Everybody thinking they heated
But they sloppy
Nigga that's why
You never be selling copies
I will
Rise above all of you
Regardless
Of my skrill
That ain't got shit to do
With Techa the
N9NE's skill
Bust on you rapper cats
And proceed to make
Mill
Five Six Vill
I be seeing 'em
Down at Mardi Gras
Getting flows off
Everything getting
Showed off
Not me
Try to mock me
On a record heads
Getting blowed off
Freestyle I admire
But every week
You're giving away fire
Your rappers license expired
Leaving nothing to be desired
Oh God bless
This pacticular rapper in KC
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
Everybody wanna be the special
If anybody say
Fuck me
Everybody say
Fuck you



Get on your
Knees and pray
If you step in our way
Cause we spray till they decay
Everything you built
The ones who hate everyday
But how long
Must we flash and pop
How long
Must we show demons
We can't be stopped
Get on your
Knees and pray
If you step in our way
Cause we spray till 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



If I offended you in anyway
Maybe the shoe fits
Either that
Or you're just plenty gay
If you're like me
You don't give a damn
You're just enjoying the flow
To all the people
Who were offended
I'm about to offend you
Some more
Is God
White
Brown, Green, Red
Or even Blue
Is he American
Arabic, Mexican
Or even Jew
And wanna be the chosen few
Everybody wanna be
But they're gonna be
Through
Till
You do right by me
Everything that you do
Is gonna be whack
Is 'bout to crack
Everything you did to me
Is coming back
Nowhere to scat
And I say that
Cause I know Jesus Christ
And God is Black
And they coming back nigga
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



Get on your
Knees and pray
If you step in our way
Cause we spray till 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
Get on your
Knees and pray
If you step in our way
Cause we spray till they decay
The ones who hate everyday
But how long
Must we show demons
We can't be stopped


15. This Life



I used to be the ideal nigga
Preppy like Hilfiger
Pretty vill nigga
But wanted to make my dollar bill bigger
Turned into a field nigga
Not pickin' cotton
But pickin' up mics and rockin'
Recoppin' so I can feel richer
So I started drinkin' real liquor
Send me a groupie
And I will stick her real quick
The dilsnick it will hit her ex pills
I can feel nigga best deals
you can get the steal
If you ill I'm concealed with a
Technina millameter by my side
God used to guide me Lucifer beside me
Evil was lively trippin' with wifey
Never was treatin' her nicely
What this music got me into
This is the message Imma send to
God the evil shit I've been through
Lettin' me really know what sin do
Listen cuz the hurt cut me deep like a ginsu



This life
Caught up in the fame
In the end will I forever
Burn in the flame
This life
I live in the rain
I'm an angel but the devil's
Possessing my brain





This life
Full of money bitches weed and riches
Kansas City niggas grind it
Cook it up in the kitchen
Pay attention to the corner nigga
Roguish and rugged
Nigga fuck it it's a must
I conceal it and tuck it
This life
Can make a nigga murder for nothin'
This life
For the money have you fakin' and frontin'
This life
Can make a nigga take a deal with the devil
This life
Got me rippin' up shit in my kennel
Ya see I live in the rain
Laugh at the storm
And mastered the pawn
Bringin' war at the crack of the dawn
Tottin' the bomb
A nigga with a third eye vision
Like a malachi blowin' smoke in the sky
See the world through the eyes of a real nigga
Look into my eyes
You can tell I'm a rider
More shows more clothes
More hoes more dough
And no foes yo



This life
Caught up in the fame
In the end will I forever
Burn in the flame
This life
I live in the rain
I'm an angel but the devil's
Possessing my brain





Some times I wonder
How did I survive
With all this drama in front of me
Poppa went out like a bitch
For runnin' from me
Though momma never lied
She cried
Seen me sittin' in prison
Servin' a sentence
With bad intentions
Still no repentance
I'm heart broken while chokin'
On a joint dipped in water
And high hopin' the future's wide open
For my daughter my eyes are open
To all animosity constantly
Falling quickly the devil calls it
A blessing to cross Nitty
Lessons are taught quickly
Hell my pride will die with me
Then to repeat back
To the penitentiary visit me
Hell bound coffin dwellin'
Before a life in the cell yelllin'
Now free me
I'm in desperate need immediately
Truthfully speakin'
My life from night to day
24 hours I fight
Despite this hell to pay
Can't wait to see the day
When my adventures begin
With this here life of sin
I'm all in



This life
Caught up in the fame
In the end will I forever
Burn in the flame
This life
I live in the rain
I'm an angel but the devil's
Possessing my brain

Is it heaven or hell
I really can't tell
It half cupid half relic
My life is anghellic
So I dance with the devils
And I fly with the angel
And I stand on a level
Where mind is so tangled


17. Twisted



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 Khrishna
To my listeners
In this ryhme
You will find
Psychotic scriptures
Saying it's something
Disrupting my mind



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



My thoughts are twisted
So mixed up
My thoughts are twisted
So mixed up
My thoughts are twisted
So mixed up
My thoughts are twisted
So mixed up



A
I'm lifted
B
I'm twisted
C
I'm sick and sadistic
A,B and C
Something's I do
I just can't stand
Up in my bathroom
I sex
Six women
Mentally
Just me and me
Me and my faithful
Right hand man
Tie up a Muslim
And shoot him with liquid pork
On Ramadan
With force
I'll make a Christian
Read their kids
The necronomicon
On Christmas
Don't trip on this lyrical syphilis
I flip this
So the yonks will catch the vapors
Like menthalyptus
I'll feed a dominatrix patient
Pain pills
Give Wu haters permanent
Fang grills
Trick the artist formerly known
And give him
The same slave deal
I'll lift a couple of
Dr. Dre's reels
Sell 'em to Snoop
And No Limit Soliders
Just so I can see
How paid feels
Hazy shade
Of decade
Hookers with grave shields
Where AIDS fills
The carcass
Bet a milli on it
Techa N9na be the darkest
Heartless
I spark from the gut
So what the fuck
I'm trying to contain
The insane
But what



But I get mixed up
So mixed up
My thoughts are twisted
So mixed up
My thoughts are twisted
So mixed up
I try to maintain
But I get mixed up
So mixed up



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 breeded 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


JUST THOUGHT I'D HELP. TECH N9NE!

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Permalink Reply by k-skale on February 26, 2009 at 11:32am

See, I know almost ever one of his songs. But I can't bring myself to sit and type it all out...

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Permalink Reply by Big Shot on February 26, 2009 at 12:08pm

I just used the google machine on the internet box. he said it was missin...so I foundt it. lol.

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Permalink Reply by Tyler on February 26, 2009 at 2:23pm

hahahahahahahaha good quote!

BigShot024 said:

I just used the google machine on the internet box. he said it was missin...so I foundt it. lol.

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Permalink Reply by Cal on February 28, 2009 at 2:59pm

Looks good, could do with some better page navigation though, maybe a list of albums at the top which when clicked take you down to that album, and then make each song's lyrics only appear when you click on that song

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Permalink Reply by TheWorst on March 4, 2009 at 1:06am

THANKS!!! hopefully theyre all right cuz when i look up lyrics, theyre always way off haha, hard to keep up with tech n9ne tho.

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Permalink Reply by Big Pidge on March 9, 2009 at 8:23pm

That's wut I'm sizzlin. But techs shit is easy 2 spit if u just listen 2 it closly u kno and when u jus listen 2 it alot

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