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Permalink Reply by Real Pimpking on May 3, 2011 at 7:38pm

 

CEZA (Turkey)
Sak cat, me no backchat
More Arabic I don't know
More Arabic I don't know
More Arabic I don't know
(It started in the Midwest)
(Now we 'bout to take it)
(All over the world, baby!)
(This is the pinnacle!)
(Yeah, Tech N9ne!)
 
Tech N9ne
Follow me, all around the planet, I run the gamut on psychology
They could never manage, we do damage wit' no apology
Pick 'em out the panic, a little manic 'cause I gotta be
Frantic, I'ma jam it 'cause I'm an oddity
Down for the trackin' like I'm grabbin' at my binoculars
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
Take as the pinnacle, now the ideal nickel solos it
Little coders to pull again, wrote it quick and they quoted it
Yo, when it exposed, the flow be hold it, 'cause when that motor spit
A-bi-de-a, bi-de-a, never to get free of the rear
Better to get just near the mirror, ready to get near my heirs
Gimme the knock and I'ma chop it, he came and it went tomorrow
But I'ma lock it down and hop in the pocket like empanadas
Hit 'em up and get 'em up, I ain't done, I ain't did enough
Trippin' when I rip it, I be the X when I split 'em up
Sorta like I was liquored up and backin' up in the cup
Everybody be knowin' I be actin' up when I buzz
From Missouri to Canada, I be keepin' the stamina
If you never been a fan of the man, the planet's unanimous
Killa Kaz'll fuck anybody, Tech is calamitous
Leave 'em in the dust, anybody, Tech when I'm standin'
Tech is hostile, he's awful
He really be wicked when he off in the bottle
You wit' it, you dig it, you never lost the apostle
He's thinkin' he can give it the Poe and toss it Picasso
Killin' everybody off is the motto
And I be the only chopper that's tossed in the brothel
You said it's pathetic, my head is off in the taco
I sped and you bled and you in the convo when I go
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
 
D-LOC(K.C.)
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
 
U$O (Denmark)
I really don't know what language he's rapping in
But I welcome your help, commenters
I do know this
He spits four bars
 
YELAWOLF (Alabama)
What if I ran into you wit' a Pogo stick?
Hopped up on top of you rappers like a Jehovah's Witness?
Wit' a photo of Jesus and a paper pamphlet
And I threw up more tracks like I was playin' Hamlet?
Syllable burnin', that internal damage
Swing, batter, batter, but then I lay back on a hammock
Under an oak tree, like I was peelin' pecans
But instead, I'm peelin' rappers' heads, makin' a sam-a-wich
Think I'ma turn into 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
Feelin' rebuffed, like you had that shot
But I hopped on the fuckin' beat and I worldwide chopped
Wanna I fuck wit' Tech N9ne, well, then fine
I smoke a beat wit' Mr. Busta Rhymes, well, sure, why not?
Really don't need to show any more of my cock
But I run across the stadium in a pair of your socks
In a trenchcoat wit' the pencil and a watch
Then drop a verse before you can focus to beat the clocks
Slumerican is out of control
Heat it up, beat it up, then I gotta go
But I'm a dump truck, just send another load
Peter Piper dump up all the peppers in your throats
Wit' an alien probe
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)
Like I gotta focus up in my rhythm
Or loosen the venom and hit 'em and give 'em astig-a-ma-tism
And then I'ma spit 'em somethin' so full of vengeance
That everybody'll wanna devour the pieces of my enemies 'cause of cannibalism
Breakin' 'em off into particles, they get in a predicament
That be never reversible 'cause a nigga be too versatile
Makin' you nervous, you could never compete with the colonel
I burn you, I'm an immortal, and that's the reason I murder you
Focus on my hocus pocus and make a likkle magic
After I wreck and check ya, then ya best pick a better habit
'Cause I'm an anomaly, able to give a lobotomy
To any motherfucker challengin' my astronomy
Hoppin' out, I don't stop when the flame stone
Now one of the most popular choppers and my name's known
Throwin' it up in the air, takin' it there
We W-W-C, if you can't keep up, shoulda stayed home
My-my-my alien knowledge be makin' other astronomers
Welcome to this Angeles, a discovery of palentology
So play me and I'ma be shinin' on them haters
I'm finna be usin' it as energy, watch how radiant I'ma be
Like a helicopter when the words fly
Entire families all the way out to you girl die
If I catch you fuckin' with the most intricate lyricists
Or even try to stop us 'cause we choppers and we worldwide
And I'm
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
 
BUSTA RHYMES (New York)
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!
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
 
J.L. (Canada)
...make (something) retire instantly
I'm choppin', don't 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
 
TWISTED INSANE (California)
..I dead 'em, I set '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
I feel you when I'm on top of you, look at the W
You been poppin' off, I'ma hit 'em up wit' a bullet to the (Brain!)
You can look into the eyes of a heathen, breathin', you're fiendin'
And dreamin' to find a demon, I'm insane, I'm a worldwide (Chopper)

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Permalink Reply by 2econd 1ne on May 3, 2011 at 7:52pm

GOD DAMN haha...I tried but you got that shit on lock already dude! Thank you!

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Permalink Reply by Se7en01 on May 3, 2011 at 8:12pm

i didnt take too hard of a look at the lyrics Cheetah, but i did see that you have D-Loc's verse switched around with J.L of B.Hood, and both of them are from Kansas. Although i can see how you thought Canada (especially cuz it fit with the "worldwide" aspect).

 

so yeah, switch around J.L and D-Locs names and you'll be good. Those lyrics look pretty damn close!

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Permalink Reply by Spore on May 3, 2011 at 8:54pm

Yo cheetah, fucking great job man these lyrics seem very close to 100% accurate, you're the man.. 

 

What about He's a Mental Giant?

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Permalink Reply by D Wright on May 4, 2011 at 2:58pm

Lyrics for U$O's part:

(Denmark)
De vil alle checke når vi lægger det
kommer ind og smacker det 
beatet jeg flækker det 
ikke hvad der kommer ud af min mund
hænger med de vildeste gutter det minder mig om
hva’ stikker der af for de kalder mig alle ”Fucking Chopper”!


Translated:

(Denmark)
They all wanna check when we lay it
comin’ in and smack it
The beat – I wreck it
Not what’s comin’ out of my mouth
chillin’ with the wildest guys it reminds me of
what’s runnin ‘cause they all call me “Fucking Chopper”!

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Permalink Reply by Ali on May 4, 2011 at 5:59pm

damn good looks on this...I was bout to start one

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Permalink Reply by Tito Thiemann on May 4, 2011 at 6:44pm

Good job Dillon.... Your my hero

D Wright said:

Lyrics for U$O's part:

(Denmark)
De vil alle checke når vi lægger det
kommer ind og smacker det 
beatet jeg flækker det 
ikke hvad der kommer ud af min mund
hænger med de vildeste gutter det minder mig om
hva’ stikker der af for de kalder mig alle ”Fucking Chopper”!


Translated:

(Denmark)
They all wanna check when we lay it
comin’ in and smack it
The beat – I wreck it
Not what’s comin’ out of my mouth
chillin’ with the wildest guys it reminds me of
what’s runnin ‘cause they all call me “Fucking Chopper”!

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Permalink Reply by 56Highland Villain on May 4, 2011 at 7:25pm

JL is from KC and D Loc is from Kansas. theres no one from canada on here

Cheetah King said:

 

CEZA (Turkey)
Sak cat, me no backchat
More Arabic I don't know
More Arabic I don't know
More Arabic I don't know
(It started in the Midwest)
(Now we 'bout to take it)
(All over the world, baby!)
(This is the pinnacle!)
(Yeah, Tech N9ne!)
 
Tech N9ne
Follow me, all around the planet, I run the gamut on psychology
They could never manage, we do damage wit' no apology
Pick 'em out the panic, a little manic 'cause I gotta be
Frantic, I'ma jam it 'cause I'm an oddity
Down for the trackin' like I'm grabbin' at my binoculars
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
Take as the pinnacle, now the ideal nickel solos it
Little coders to pull again, wrote it quick and they quoted it
Yo, when it exposed, the flow be hold it, 'cause when that motor spit
A-bi-de-a, bi-de-a, never to get free of the rear
Better to get just near the mirror, ready to get near my heirs
Gimme the knock and I'ma chop it, he came and it went tomorrow
But I'ma lock it down and hop in the pocket like empanadas
Hit 'em up and get 'em up, I ain't done, I ain't did enough
Trippin' when I rip it, I be the X when I split 'em up
Sorta like I was liquored up and backin' up in the cup
Everybody be knowin' I be actin' up when I buzz
From Missouri to Canada, I be keepin' the stamina
If you never been a fan of the man, the planet's unanimous
Killa Kaz'll fuck anybody, Tech is calamitous
Leave 'em in the dust, anybody, Tech when I'm standin'
Tech is hostile, he's awful
He really be wicked when he off in the bottle
You wit' it, you dig it, you never lost the apostle
He's thinkin' he can give it the Poe and toss it Picasso
Killin' everybody off is the motto
And I be the only chopper that's tossed in the brothel
You said it's pathetic, my head is off in the taco
I sped and you bled and you in the convo when I go
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
 
D-LOC(K.C.)
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
 
U$O (Denmark)
I really don't know what language he's rapping in
But I welcome your help, commenters
I do know this
He spits four bars
 
YELAWOLF (Alabama)
What if I ran into you wit' a Pogo stick?
Hopped up on top of you rappers like a Jehovah's Witness?
Wit' a photo of Jesus and a paper pamphlet
And I threw up more tracks like I was playin' Hamlet?
Syllable burnin', that internal damage
Swing, batter, batter, but then I lay back on a hammock
Under an oak tree, like I was peelin' pecans
But instead, I'm peelin' rappers' heads, makin' a sam-a-wich
Think I'ma turn into 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
Feelin' rebuffed, like you had that shot
But I hopped on the fuckin' beat and I worldwide chopped
Wanna I fuck wit' Tech N9ne, well, then fine
I smoke a beat wit' Mr. Busta Rhymes, well, sure, why not?
Really don't need to show any more of my cock
But I run across the stadium in a pair of your socks
In a trenchcoat wit' the pencil and a watch
Then drop a verse before you can focus to beat the clocks
Slumerican is out of control
Heat it up, beat it up, then I gotta go
But I'm a dump truck, just send another load
Peter Piper dump up all the peppers in your throats
Wit' an alien probe
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)
Like I gotta focus up in my rhythm
Or loosen the venom and hit 'em and give 'em astig-a-ma-tism
And then I'ma spit 'em somethin' so full of vengeance
That everybody'll wanna devour the pieces of my enemies 'cause of cannibalism
Breakin' 'em off into particles, they get in a predicament
That be never reversible 'cause a nigga be too versatile
Makin' you nervous, you could never compete with the colonel
I burn you, I'm an immortal, and that's the reason I murder you
Focus on my hocus pocus and make a likkle magic
After I wreck and check ya, then ya best pick a better habit
'Cause I'm an anomaly, able to give a lobotomy
To any motherfucker challengin' my astronomy
Hoppin' out, I don't stop when the flame stone
Now one of the most popular choppers and my name's known
Throwin' it up in the air, takin' it there
We W-W-C, if you can't keep up, shoulda stayed home
My-my-my alien knowledge be makin' other astronomers
Welcome to this Angeles, a discovery of palentology
So play me and I'ma be shinin' on them haters
I'm finna be usin' it as energy, watch how radiant I'ma be
Like a helicopter when the words fly
Entire families all the way out to you girl die
If I catch you fuckin' with the most intricate lyricists
Or even try to stop us 'cause we choppers and we worldwide
And I'm
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
 
BUSTA RHYMES (New York)
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!
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
 
J.L. (Canada)
...make (something) retire instantly
I'm choppin', don't 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
 
TWISTED INSANE (California)
..I dead 'em, I set '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
I feel you when I'm on top of you, look at the W
You been poppin' off, I'ma hit 'em up wit' a bullet to the (Brain!)
You can look into the eyes of a heathen, breathin', you're fiendin'
And dreamin' to find a demon, I'm insane, I'm a worldwide (Chopper)

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