Techn9cians we are as we take this Pledge from the Beast called Tech n9ne. Welcome to the midwest as Black Walt labels him a Tec-9 and Now it's On with no Questions that he wants to make the Planet Rock. We are Soldiers at War as we F.T.I with our Military battle cry of how we are Together as one powerful force.
Some say he's a Cult Leader, a Real killer with Psycho Messages and Tormented lyrics. They focus on The Worst, making him out to be the Boogieman saying Oh no Here comes Tecca Nina. You better watch out for that Slacker, he's a real Freaky Monster that will snake ya. The Industry is Punks for thinking that all this Overtime T9x puts in messages of his last words high in the air about how he was just Down from the Block and telling people to play his music like I died.
He's just spitting his story, trying to give you the Flipside version of what he would say My Own Hell. We watch, support & listen to his Last sad song. We all give credit to Mama Nem for raising such a Mental Giant realizing, understanding his pain, his Worst Enemy as he just wants to scream Show Me a God.
the Call From Richie puts us all Shocked when people are just now putting it together why this Message to the Black Man Need More Angels With Prayer. The People Speak as The Rain falls and everyone says I'm Losin'My Mind, I Love Music and I Don't Lie that this sickology is coming straight from the heart of this Kansas City Shuffle man from Mizery.
Harvey Dent, Tony G, Ms. walker, Pinocchiho, S.I.M.O.N. The Clueless, the Bitch Sickness,The she Devil, the Nasty Girl,the B'boy, the Devil boy, The blackboy,the crybaby,the psycho Bitch, the Angry Caller, the boss doggs, the Young hooligans, the niggas, the Waitress all come gangsta all day and all night with this Riot Makers Wake up Call as he rhymes this poem of Extra Ordinary, EverReady Karma that could only be described as something out of Dr. Fraziers Office.
With this Pillow talkin' and Grammys, we see that StrangeLand isn't Delusional but It's Alive. It's was all Calm before the storm, but now the storm is here. The Absolute Power of the girl crazy disturbance Slithers into a Groupie as they Spend the night to have One night Stands and do Freaky lil Things. Constantly Dirty, Sex out South with the Sexorcist. Worst Case Scenario, the Elbow Macaroni girls like My Wife, My Bitch, My girl are trying to get a Hood Connection with Techs Einstein. And I see the Cloudy-Eyed look as they Stroll up flashing their Bianca's & Beatrice's going from walking with a limp to wanting to lick your teeth and have sex to the beat as he bangs his table and chest.
The Bad Season is over, and he blown away all Dysfunctional Far Away Bootleggers that think they can beat him in a Spelling bee Victory. Let me give you The Warning about The King Of Darkness. Don't expect him to say sorry n' shit when you keep Creepin' with your Red nose and Hunterish Thugged-Out Drill Team. We love you but Fuck you and get the fuck outta here with those Diamond Joe's on.
Your Blue Streak better Get Ya Head Right if you think you can keep on keepin on trying to spit your Twisted Shouting. You keep Running Out Of Time as Tech and the Techn9cians sit back and yell Poh me Anutha drink of that Hard Liquor like Caribou Lou, K.C. Tea while being entertained by Too many Girls at the Afterparty.
We make Pornographic movies just to have Somethin' to See so we are never So Lonely. They ask if you'll Love Me Tomorrow, but Ninna doesn't want no Babies, so sorry it was just a Stress Relief as he gets off the Hellevator. Tech Hopes for a Higher Power as he escapes from Purgatory. Can there ever be a Happy Ending as Tech opens that Strange Music Box which Blackened The Sun and Demons with Horns Trapped in Psycho bodies, Cursed your Breathe, all you can voice is Yada Yada Yada durning Dem Boys Ride wit Tech as we are On our way to L.A.
It Was an Accident that we fell in the Trunk, I think we had to many of That Martini and here with things Going Bad In My Head as we ride back from My World.
I know I'm getting Lost in this Script. The Story, this Far Out Strange Runaway of a Poem is Killing You and I'm losing you like a bad game of Jumpin' Jax. Of course you're just a Gamer that's wondering What's Next cause your Pain Killers are Signing off and you keep saying Leave me Alone as you try to grab more Little Pills.
The Gunz will Bust as you are bout ta bubble over. You better Check Yo Temperature cause I think your Celcius rise into an Ego Trippin'Mind of a Killer.
Be Jealous all you want, be The Grench, Don't Blame Me or Tech for your Fucked Up Day with a God Complex. Try to Walk these shoes of Tech. Come on, Let's get it Started and see if you got what it takes to be a Techn9cian. you better eat your Wheaties if you wanna save yourself from the Lost Lair. Let's see you Flash Your Decent spit of any song off Anghellic, The gates mixed Plates, Vintage Tech,Misery Loves Kompany, or maybe something from All 6's and 7's.
I'm telling you Mutha Fucker, I'm a playa, and if you wanna be a Playa Like Me, you gotta Let It Go, and Rock like That. Give it up and Get Blowed, It's What You Thinkin' right now. You ready for Tech to Beat You Up, cause this Shit Is Real. I can't tell if you are Fan Or Foe. You wanna be Welcomed Back and Party Hard. Well All I Want is to say F.U. Pay Me, Cause all of us Techn9cians be an O.G. and we be Partying and Bullshiting listening to the Call from the KC Poet.
And just so you didn't catch the message throughout this entire Seven Words, or has it been more then that, Like Yeah I think it has. You better call Girlz cause we took off This Ring like Yeah Ya Can do that, while EveryBody move too much to this One Good Time.
I don't know what else to say, there is so many I left out. Oh You Didn't Know? Songs Like Double O' N9na, Mitchell bade, Red necro, Hydro, Cotton Soldiers, Melancholy and even songs like Mizzizy Gets Bizzy, Pu Wah Wah, What's Yo Psycho, and We owe like Pookie. All those songs, We Miss You Man. This Ghetto Love is Too Much.
I'm almost done, but Am I A Psycho for Doin' It. Maybe I am, but I say Fuck Em Girl, cause This Is Me and I can Feel It like a Sundae on my Areola. I Enjoy walking the Shadows On The Road while waiting for a Prayer by Brother Big Scoob. He's probably praying that I would be Livin' Like I'm Dyin' If I Could. I feel The Need to Run, cause I Can't Shake It, this Killa Call that sounds Loud even though there is No More Music.
I think I am Everything,but the Trauma of this Misery, this Pain a Dark Picture Sprung up like That Owl just did. We are still Kixin' It, so don't kick me out of this Heaven cause I'm still looking at the Fuck Food as I Relish in this PromiseLand. Please you say, Let Me In and let me have my 2 Pieces of That Box. No Can Do I say, but wait as I stop and think about how Jellsickle I have become and smack myself with a little Pow Pow. The Pick Up is what you need. A Stamina is what we all need. We shouldn't Holier than thou that person. So come one, come all and take the Pledge. Let's all Join hands in becoming Techn9icians together with Worldwide Choppers, Strange Music and of course The Yates.
Written by WES NICHOLSON 2011
SONGS NOT USED
Keep it One Hunit
and the New album & song off of WELCOME TO STRANGELAND.