Tech N9Ne Absolute Power

1.Absolute Power

Lyricist：R Blache, Christopher Watson, Aaron Yates

Ain't no way you 'bout
To stop this sickness from the deepest darkest
Part of misery psycho alpha schizo
Get your chick she digging me

A.B.S.O.L.U.T.E. power
See me clownin', look at all you player haters
Frownin', raw, God said kill'em all Tech's backs to the wall
Fighting four my life and I'mma bust back till they fall
And I ain't even slangin' them thangs I'm hollin' 187

If you trippin' with strange
I'm really real with it
Like my homey A.J say deal with it
Pushin' and pullin', fightin' for the mill ticket

In a minute I'mma do it like a villain
I'mma get'em in the middle of a bomb
Put'em on the spot till the funk go pop and
I bet he never have another quam

Tech nizzle, when I'm thizzled
It's who be you rollin' with
Dave, Trav, Violet Brown and three Q

Hootie hoo, for those who not knowing
That mizzou thee true
I'mma tell ya like the Swedish would say it
Sug min kuk

Absolute power
(That's the only way to roll)
Absolute power
(They love us everywhere we go)
Absolute power
(Tecca nina's 'bout to blow)
Absolute power
Absolute power

Absolute power
(That's the only way to roll)
Absolute power
(They love us everywhere we go)
Absolute power
(Tecca nina's 'bout to blow)
Absolute power
Absolute power

I do hip hop
And I mix it with the hard rock
Designing this rhyming for climbing
Tech N9NE he's unwinding
The shining it's blinding

Greedy so we constantly grinding
I been in the game sixteen years making rap tunes
Raising hella havoc up in the classroom
Now in 02 you can watch me clownin'
Diamonds shining watchin' DVD's
On the Hachitachi

It's all Jesus, now I keep the crowds pumpin' they
Jumpin' get back to the tele we rollin' and stickin'
Somethin' racing to the main line absolute power
Is having Halle Berry and Juliet Lewis at the same time

Oh that's how strange niggas run
Listen to the villain with the gun associated tongue
(We're close to the end)
But not done the Tech's just began begun
Beginning to begin to have fun

The curse, is tryin' to put me in the hearse
But I will not tumble first things first
Took a lot of shit and I can't take more
Fuck Jay Farries and everybody
Down wit'em and fuck J Cor

Absolute power
(That's the only way to roll)
Absolute power
(They love us everywhere we go)
Absolute power
(Tecca nina's 'bout to blow)
Absolute power
Absolute power

Absolute power
(That's the only way to roll)
Absolute power
(They love us everywhere we go)
Absolute power
(Tecca nina's 'bout to blow)
Absolute power
Absolute power

Thanks to strange music
I'm comin' and all my
Enemies they runnin'
Now all my haters bummin'
'Cause I was summoned

We kansas city players
And we 'bout sold game
We make it so that Tech-N9NE is a household name

How many points you got？
I got 50 here's a question to the censorship committee
Who's the biggest gangs of niggas in the city
My villains are gritty
Big scoob, Txx will, Bakarii
Rest in peace short nitty

Power the evil way is power the people say
Rebel yellin' with felons
And my pockets are swellin'
This beats from Berlin, Germany throwin' up mizzizy
So ain't no other city concerning me

I teach it and I speak it very loosely
Stamina gunnin' got player haters running profusely
Now I got the parents pissed and
Ready to noose me, cause they know that
Absolute power corrupts, absolutely

Absolute power
(That's the only way to roll)
Absolute power
(They love us everywhere we go)
Absolute power
(Tecca nina's 'bout to blow)
Absolute power
Absolute power

Absolute power
(That's the only way to roll)
Absolute power
(They love us everywhere we go)
Absolute power
(Tecca nina's 'bout to blow)
Absolute power
Absolute power

Absolute power
(That's the only way to roll)
Absolute power
(They love us everywhere we go)
Absolute power
(Tecca nina's 'bout to blow)
Absolute power
Absolute power

Absolute power
(That's the only way to roll)
Absolute power
(They love us everywhere we go)
Absolute power
(Tecca nina's 'bout to blow)
Absolute power
Absolute power
Absolute


2.The Industry Is Punks

Lyricist：Reuben Armstrong, Aaron Yates

The Industry's a bunch of fuckin' punk
FUCK YOU, FUCK YOU
FUCK YOU, FUCK YOU

He won't play me on radio 'cuz they be on
Punk shit daily on, industry's a shady one
He won't play me on radio 'cuz they be on
Punk shit daily on, industry's a shady one

He won't play me on radio 'cuz they be on
Punk shit daily on, industry's a shady one
He won't play me on radio 'cuz they be on
Punk shit daily on, industry's a shady one

Don't nobody wanna deal with a nigga that got it together
For real and even think his own thoughts？
Everybody wanna do what everybody else doin' the copy cat is
what
They been taught, I'm ma get in the brain of the lame
I contain pain and I'm ma give it to the rap game
The way you're doin' it the way you're persuin' it you're
Gonna ruin' it villain it's a god damn shame

Are you ready for the real here we go now？
Most on the radio can't flow now
Everyday I gotta cut the radio down
Sound like another Pac or an O Town
You can't have a contest or a show down
When two cats got the same kind of flow sound
Tecca Nina I'm comin' to put the mo down
Run up in the record label with a four pound

Am I too versatile cursed to drown in the bowels
Of the earth man I'll be first to growl and burst out the vowels
Of the original murderist verse out the mouth
Big Tech N9ne's gonna be the one runnin' the race
That's real I'm speakin' to everyone in the place
I can deal with you don't like the drum
And the bass if you can deal with a mother fuckin' gun in your
face

I can't get with it, record labels and the industry is sick with
it
P.D.'s some really don't know a hit for shit
Kick the bitch if you diss my hit, you might get pistol whipped
Catch'em in the hall, hitt'em in the jaw
Give it to the fans they can get it all
'Cuz the industry is punks, Tech I'm ready to get krunk
I'm comin' to straight dump with a pump

He won't play me on radio 'cuz they be on
Punk shit daily on, industry's a shady one
He won't play me on radio 'cuz they be on
Punk shit daily on, industry's a shady one
He won't play me on radio 'cuz they be on
Punk shit daily on, industry's a shady one
He won't play me on radio 'cuz they be on
Punk shit daily on, industry's a shady one

How many 2 Pacs and JZ's and Master P's can they conceive？
Don't they know a few gloc's 380's and master keys will make'em
bleed
How you gonna say black people won't listen
To this or don't listen to that？
Like sayin' a fool can slang cane a fool can gang bang
But never will get hit with a gat

You better get your story straight 'cuz I ain't no devil for
real
I'm a rebel for real that Tech N9ne is on some other level for
real
You're a pebble to real niggas songs like Psycho Bitch and Real
Killer
Einstein nigga that's a mill stealer the idiots say black folk
won't feel us

What you think we dumb？ Do we all gotta run when the heat come？
Showin' original tongue it'll be fun but the mother fuckers want
the bums
And the weak ones Suge Knight punked
The industry quick that's because most the industry's bitch
Nigga, I'm a man I don't be runnin' from nobody we deal with
niggas
Who trippin' and givin' us shit

Radio won't play the unk fay thought they wanted rap
To advance but they ont day when I die I'm ma aunt hay
Every industry fagot who givin' money to an unk pay
Tech and Tekneko get people involved from KC to Mexico
Strapped with that fat desert eagle run up on the industry
And let the heat go

He won't play me on radio 'cuz they be on
Punk shit daily on, industry's a shady one
He won't play me on radio 'cuz they be on
Punk shit daily on, industry's a shady one
He won't play me on radio 'cuz they be on
Punk shit daily on, industry's a shady one
He won't play me on radio 'cuz they be on
Punk shit daily on, industry's a shady one

You can look into my EYE's and you can see why these
Mother fuckers don't wanna see my steeze
'Cuz I'm ma killa when lyricals come undone I do miracles
And I come from the kingdom of rumble drums
And hums become bumbles, I'm the one that begun
The gun tongue get sprung, got everyone comin' in bundles

Act like a bitch treated like a bitch
Act like a chump, treated like a chump
When the funk jumps what you gonna want？
Ain't gon' want nothin' industry punks

You can run but ya can't hide from the ride
You can say that it's dope but I won't buy it
You can think Tech 9 really won't fly
But I got a killer ear and a killer eye

Def Jam take chances in my opinion
They give advances to the niggas that's really on
Universal loud la face, that's some of my favorites
But the ones who call the shots most of 'em on some hater shit

That other shit, for ya mother sis or your brother bitch
Not no lover lick, packin' blackened fat and blubber shit
Yeah, the radio dead 'cuz the industry is punks put the
Double barrel to its foe head

He won't play me on radio 'cuz they be on
Punk shit daily on, industry's a shady one
He won't play me on radio 'cuz they be on
Punk shit daily on, industry's a shady one
He won't play me on radio 'cuz they be on
Punk shit daily on, industry's a shady one
He won't play me on radio 'cuz they be on
Punk shit daily on, industry's a shady one

He won't play me on radio 'cuz they be on
Punk shit daily on, industry's a shady one
He won't play me on radio 'cuz they be on
Punk shit daily on, industry's a shady one
He won't play me on radio 'cuz they be on
Punk shit daily on, industry's a shady one
He won't play me on radio 'cuz they be on
Punk shit daily on, industry's a shady one

Now that's absolute power, bitch
That's real shit
We ain't kissin' some
Motherfucker's ass to be accepted
Open your mind motherfuckers
Here's the new shit
You know what I'm sayin' TechN9NE


3.Here Comes Tecca Nina

Lyricist：Erica Hugunin, Herman Lang, Aaron Yates

I be bussin', parents be fussin' and cussin'
'Cause all I talk about is silicon and muffins
So if you didn't come to hear some strip club hits
Then get the hell on 'cause I'm getting' my mail on I'm hustlin'

I'm talkin' about foes and I'm talkin' about fans and kitties
I'm talkin' about ho's and I'm talking about Kansas City
That's where I dwell wit wit, my, my vills and I, I, I will
Pop hot rocks for real venomous

When it gets hot, the Tech's straight killin' hataz
When it gets rock, the sex rates 10, I made her sit on this jock
Spits quick game innovator chick generator
Quick trip James Lemonader

This is the beginning of blingin' and houses and women
Welcoming angels and demons on couches and sinnin'
I'm alive and well the demise will bring ghost stories
When I rise in hell them alive will still vote for me

Watch out 'cause here comes Tecca Nina
Roll out 'cause here comes Tecca Nina
Drop down 'cause here comes Tecca Nina
Here comes Tecca Nina
Here comes Tecca Nina

Watch out 'cause here comes Tecca Nina
Roll out 'cause here comes Tecca Nina
Drop down 'cause here comes Tecca Nina
Here comes Tecca Nina
Here comes Tecca Nina

Bunzai baby, everone's high smokin' and drinkin'
And poppin' so hurry come fly 'cause I got plenty rolls
And I got plenty dough and we got plenty ho's
We roll on 24's

What it is？ What it was？ What it shall be？
Where the blizz？ Where the ale？ Where's the belve？
Caraboulou is 151 and Malibu Rum and pineapple so
What's this weakness you tryin' to sell me？

I represent the Rogue Dog Villain niggas
Better repent the foes all feelin' triggas
You got me bent, we rolls all peelin' skrilla
Roll call willin' killaz, froze yall feelin' millas

This be the best time to bust your best rhyme
You bring your best rhyme, I'm on your next line
And when I flex mine I see respect signs call the request line
And just say Tech N9NE

Watch out 'cause here comes Tecca Nina
Roll out 'cause here comes Tecca Nina
Drop down 'cause here comes Tecca Nina
Here comes Tecca Nina
Here comes Tecca Nina

Watch out 'cause here comes Tecca Nina
Roll out 'cause here comes Tecca Nina
Drop down 'cause here comes Tecca Nina
Here comes Tecca Nina
Here comes Tecca Nina

They call me Tecca nina, that be my nickname
I often wreck arenas, most of 'em chicks man
Spoil us with checks and Visa 'cause how we spit game
Havin' her bless the weiner, I love to get brain

For chicks in the back of the truck, backin' it up
Suckin' on tongues, laughin' it up
Gassin' at Kutt, bussin' her bun, slappin' it up
Quick wrappin' it up, get thrust with no funds then passin' the
butt

Absolute when I shoot the shit
Juice the chicks with flows that you use to get
Take 'em to Adam's house, don't rat 'em out
Or take 'em down to Wess's get breasts
Up in your face and scat 'em out

Make room for the crew with beats that thump
I got the sickness horny chicks mighty mine be
Straight doom for the crew that skeet
Like chumps I bring 'em 66 triple 8 46993

Watch out 'cause here comes Tecca Nina
Roll out 'cause here comes Tecca Nina
Drop down 'cause here comes Tecca Nina
Here comes Tecca Nina
Here comes Tecca Nina

Watch out 'cause here comes Tecca Nina
Roll out 'cause here comes Tecca Nina
Drop down 'cause here comes Tecca Nina
Here comes Tecca Nina
Here comes Tecca Nina

Watch out 'cause here comes Tecca Nina
Roll out 'cause here comes Tecca Nina
Drop down 'cause here comes Tecca Nina
Here comes Tecca Nina
Here comes Tecca Nina

Watch out 'cause here comes Tecca Nina
Roll out 'cause here comes Tecca Nina
Drop down 'cause here comes Tecca Nina
Here comes Tecca Nina
Here comes Tecca Nina


4.Imma Tell

Lyricist：Reuben Armstrong, Bob Merrill, Samuel Watson, Aaron Yates

Mama say, â½Stop,' or I'm gonna tell Papa
Mama say, â½Stop,' or I'm gonna tell Papa

This is the town where the clowns put it down, baby
Mama say, â½Stop,' or I'm gonna tell Papa
Close the door, before ya child hear the sound, baby
Mama say, â½Stop,' or I'm gonna tell Papa

The killa clowns, in your town, raisin' all hell
Tecca Nina with the stamina comin' to damage ya buckin'
The bammer, when I bust with a bang
An' it ain't no clause, that say fraud, ain't no tall tales
Women love it when I hit, when I covet the booty
They givin' it to me but it ain't no thang

We reppin' K.C.M.O. fellas an' the ladies know
That we comin' with the killas, I'm with the gorillas
The villains will get you when you disrespect us
Even the babies know Tech Nina got crazy flow
We be givin' the women the willy, we sick of the haterz
Wanna pay us？ Go to get this record

This is important, we be courtin' every place we go
Get you up in the room, ain't trippin' off of the groom
I'll give it to you anyway you wanna have it
Baby, is a horse an' yes of course, I'mma have to break the ho'
Leavin' the kids at home, I wanna bone alone
We hoppin' up an' down like jack rabbits

So many kids put this on their daddy's mind
Never will I ever put him out there like that feelin'
That I did Tecca Nina, take it right back
Tellin' him that the Mommy's boyfriend's Tech N9ne
Do be lookin' at me like you really wanna fight
Cat all Tecca Nina, wanna know is where the mic at？

This is the town where the clowns put it down, baby
Mama say, â½Stop,' or I'm gonna tell Papa
Close the door, before ya child hear the sound, baby
Mama say, â½Stop,' or I'm gonna tell Papa

This is the town where the clowns put it down, baby
Mama say, â½Stop,' or I'm gonna tell Papa
Close the door, before ya child hear the sound, baby
Mama say, â½Stop,' or I'm gonna tell Papa

151, Malibu rum an' pineapple juice
For those who don't know that's Caribou Lou origin in Missou
We havin' fun, got some buns on some 'Yac abuse
Rogue dogs an' I'm reppin' the smoke a lot, regime outlaws
Deuce Click an' the Zou

Stagga, when you with the nuthouse, we gon' have ya
Takin' everythin' up in the book from ex to that puff you
Lookin' to get took
Abracadabra, 151 an' coke is Viagra
Give it to me, give it to me, give it to me, got her in love
From havin' the bed shook

Look, I'm hella fed up with all the silly rumors, dog
Sayin' that we got dropped from JCOR
That never ever would happen, I mean, what do they know？
We kept our head up, now money's comin' to us all
We kickin' it with strange, wallowin' in fame
Givin' the game only when I say so

So crack some bub wit me, demons, get some love wit me
Do what you gotta do to get what you gotta get
I gotta get it all, Tecca Nina's on a roll
Get on some shrub wit me two cases of Bud wit me
What you gonna do to get the women on krunk
I'mma hit 'em with the funk, got 'em all like, â½Ohâ

This is the town where the clowns put it down, baby
Close the door, before ya child hear the sound, baby

This is the town where the clowns put it down, baby
Teasin' your chakra an' ain't nobody hotter
Close the door, before ya child hear the sound, baby
Mama say, â½Stop,' or I'm gonna tell Papa

One an' then comes the two to the three an'
That was the anthem, now this the anthem
Hella rockin' the planet again, you can't stand it again
Huns, they been comin' through to see me, man
Then I de-pants 'em an' I bust they Randon in the bed
I'mma land 'em, dog, gwamn it, I ram it again

Raves, I love to get high an' get paid
Why do I wanna stick 'em with another hit up
Out of Abyss, baby, ya don't wanna miss the tits
Babes, they love to come by an' get laid
Why am I the pinnacle？ When I rip it I'mma
Kill 'em in this, to the haters, I gotta send 'em a gift

Bump this in your ride or in the club
Givin' everybody what they need I give it all
So they give it all back to me
Hataz, don't you hide, just show some love
Do you dig it？ I'mma rep the B an' never ever let the
C get the best of me

So many kids put this on their daddy's mind
Never will I put him out there like that feelin'
That I did, Tecca Nina take it right back
Tellin' him their mommy's boyfriend is Tech N9ne
Oh no, girl, yo baby's at the door

This is the town where the clowns put it down, baby
Close the door, before ya child hear the sound, baby

This is the town where the clowns put it down, baby
Teasin' your chakra an' ain't nobody hotter
Close the door, before ya child hear the sound, baby
Mama say, â½Stop,' or I'm gonna tell Papa

This one is for my homies an' to all the DJs
So when you pump it once, press the instant replay
Teasin' your chakra an' ain't nobody hotter
Mama say, â½Stop,' or I'm gonna tell Papa

This is the town where the clowns put it down, baby
Mama say, â½Stop,' or I'm gonna tell Papa
Close the door, before ya child hear the sound, baby

Mama, open this door


5.Slacker

Lyricist：Femi Ojetunde, Aaron Yates

Slacker, a person who shirts his work or duty
A person who evades military service in the wartime
I know one thing, man, I'm gonna have my kicks
Before the whole shit house goes up in flame
You know what I'm sayin'？
Eat, drink and be merry, tomorrow you may die
That's what life's about, man, good times, a little salad

Yo yo, I'm a product of reaganomics, neurotic
They sayin' homage is gone up, inhaling chronic
The oddest I'm stayin' honest, I'm 'bout to make it famous
So you can take that J O B and you can shove it up your anus
I ain't never understood how the world works
But I always understood why the girls twerk
For a baller not a 9 to 5
Barely makin' it with disgust behind your eyes

So I just, grip my piece, rip off fleece
Out to take your lip off chief, with my peeps
We ruthless, if you got money then deuce it
Goofs get toothless, with loose off 2 fifths, we useless
I wanna kick it but ain't got the dough
Sneak in the concert, trip and make 'em stop the show
We gots to go, push me and I sock the po'
Gettin' the bail from my parents is impossible

(I'm a slacker)
Never did I have a lotta dough
(I'm a slacker)
Smoking pot and watching videos
(I'm a slacker)
Go whichever way the wind blows
Those just tuning in, I'm just lettin' you know

(I'm a slacker)
Every time I take a look around
(I'm a slacker)
Stuck up on the faces around
(I'm a slacker, I'm a slacker, I'm a slacker)
I don't do enough, I just fool around
Y'all can go to hell, how does that sound？

Now you can tell by my everyday fits, I ain't rich
I sneak with a piece when I grit
I'm just another gat man caught up in the mix
Tryna take your dollar and your 15 cents, I grind with a pistol
I stay rid of you lames, y'all gay, I play video games all day
When Kans City Mo brangs, it's gritty slow game
We diddy-bop with really no change, y'all pay

And people holla, 'How you do that there
'Why your pants hanging low, and why you grew that hair？'
Lightin' a bleezle or with my people ridin' a Regal
Always in trouble with coppers 'cause we drivin' illegal
I ain't never givin' them lee-way to hear me nay
The judicial assembly's gay hey
I come out at night 'cause I sleep all day
Tryin' get with Def Jam, Loud or MCA

(I'm a slacker)
Never did I have a lotta dough
(I'm a slacker)
Smoking pot and watching videos
(I'm a slacker)
Go whichever way the wind blows
Those just tuning in, I'm just lettin' you know

(I'm a slacker)
Every time I take a look around
(I'm a slacker)
Stuck up on the faces around
(I'm a slacker, I'm a slacker, I'm a slacker)
I don't do enough, I just fool around
Y'all can go to hell, how does that sound？

Yo yo check
Get to the party and my homies got to pay for me
Holidays them just be another day for me
Gettin drunk, hopin' I get to the crib safely
Pray for me, 'cause I'm needin' money majorly
Sit at home watchin' MTV with a empty
P O C K E T, I MP3 everything that I hear on the streets
Never buy it, don't deny it, I'm the fear I'ma be

You say get a job？ I say hit a knob
'Cause the way you run the world is every bit a fraud
So what you askin' me？ You get no tax from me
I got whites, natives, and Mexicans, and blacks with me
I'm tryin' get up there with Master P, pass the D
'Cause that's the way it has to be
We bust to be free, we trust to be G
So fuck who be glee, it sucks to be me

(I'm a slacker)
Never did I have a lotta dough
(I'm a slacker)
Smoking pot and watching videos
(I'm a slacker)
Go whichever way the wind blows
Those just tuning in, I'm just lettin' you know

(I'm a slacker)
Every time I take a look around
(I'm a slacker)
Stuck up on the faces around
(I'm a slacker, I'm a slacker, I'm a slacker)
I don't do enough, I just fool around
Y'all can go to hell, how does that sound？

(I'm a slacker)
Never did I have a lotta dough
(I'm a slacker)
Smoking pot and watching videos
(I'm a slacker)
Go whichever way the wind blows
Those just tuning in, I'm just lettin' you know

(I'm a slacker)
Every time I take a look around
(I'm a slacker)
Stuck up on the faces around
(I'm a slacker, I'm a slacker, I'm a slacker)
I don't do enough, I just fool around
Y'all can go to hell, how does that sound？

I'm a slacker, I'm a slacker, yeah
I'm a slacker, I'm a slacker, yeah
I'm a slacker, I'm a slacker, yeah
I'm a slacker, I'm a slacker


6.Gunz Will Bust

Lyricist：Carlos Chalmers, Aaron Dontez Yates

I know you know this is Kansas City where nigga life don't mean
shit
So step to and immediately get yo dome split
I pack heat for days run street wit K's and hollows on a
concrete crusade
You made the pill now swallow
You never thought tomorrow, you see me beam up all
Strapped down wit a pump, searchin' for the niggas on a hunt
Jerkin' on the trigga when I dump, it's not a game dude my
Killaz
Will mangle anything in my range fool, when hatin' get framed
moved

We play the same rules bussin' all 32 shot
Lookin' to murder you, glock they never heard of you shocked
That I'm comin' servin' you Snug Brim get flashin'
Innocent till I'm provin' guilty, Snug Brim get to blast in
And fuck the homicide charge I got expazito
A mob figure plus a lawyer and do work for kiloz'
You know the steelo real niggas never talk just listen
This deuce shit comin' wit heat up out the kitchen

Rough niggas in the street will bust for the bread and meat
Deuce 57th Street and 7 deuce be packin' heat
Punks get the fuck away from we
For we buckin' these mutha fuckin' G.U.N.Z.

Dem no won fuck with us, for what I believe I will die
Dem no won fuck with us, if any hataz wanna try
Hands gon' throw gunz with bust
Real niggas run the streets with they gats up
Everything you got and owns getting' snatched up

If you're my enemy, my energy, your rhymes are elementary
Get lost in penitentiaries when I begin this century
So mention me and I'mma heat the track up
If it's a 100 of you demons I suggest you go get back up
Load the mac up don't slack up I'mma act up on
Any mutha fucka that think he got his clown suit on get
Stepped on destroy your mind you're wasting your time
'Cause when I spit a fucking rhyme I got a million in line
To listen to me, a bitch to do me nick naming me hollow tip

With a stand off clip that'll kill your click and will kill your
brain
If you can't maintain better slow your roll boy money, hungry
Ain't no ho boy that's for sure boy and you know boy
I'll whip your ass like four boys, you're a decoy I'm the real
thang
I'm a genius you're a pea brain get pissed on and whipped on
So who you talkin' shit on I'mma spit on, any negative spirit
that step
To me try to take my soul from under me but I got a lifetime
warranty

Skatterman cat persistantly dirty from KC
Where in the drought we pay 50 for birdies package short
I call Snug and just give him the word he take you face
Before he tell on me they'll get him for purgery
Hustla's shoot shit, rob shit, loot shit, hard core convicts
Mob shit, if you snitch, killin'em on tech's new shit, new shit
Dude we crossin' the color line, nuff money nuff weed
Make a tuff nigga colorblind

We rap for curb servers that hop in and out of cars
Rep four cats wit 3rd murderers that pop in and out of bars
D12, Strange Music, Rogue Dogs, Regime, Duce Click
Doe Boyz, Yong Gunz same team, same beams
Niggas that a split you're cherries
Vigilanty's mutha fuckas with permits to carry
Bitch you scary, fuck you and that bitch you married
Cross anyone I named that shit will get you buried

Rough niggas in the street will bust for the bread and meat
Deuce 57th Street and 7 deuce be packin' heat
Punks get the fuck away from we
For we buckin' these mutha fuckin' G.U.N.Z.

Dem no won fuck with us, for what I believe I will die
Dem no won fuck with us, if any hataz wanna try
Hands gon' throw gunz with bust
Real niggas run the streets with they gats up
Everything you got and owns getting' snatched up

It's all out war 4 the punks funk finna jump
Chumps get a lump when I dump tonks for the bianks
Gump wanna thump over pumps and a bump
Rumps get it krunk when I skunk runts
I'mma munk what you bunk niggas want
Fuck what you thunk you get sunk in and trunk
Fuck that we done heard and took enough crap

Trust we bust back when muskrats bust caps
I'm tryin' to touch scratch and bring my hell to parties and
For the last time mutha fuck Vell Bakardi
You cannot rap with me scrap with me
Nigga to the back of me catastrophe
Hits you're shits raggedy it had to be this tragedy shit
Suck it up don't be mad at me bitch I'm glad to be rich
You gets none with that fagoty pitch

I'mma ex-poppin' shroom droppin' rock and roll star
You's a no coppin' ho stalkin' drunk and a old fart it's a shame
Think you quick but you heard we flow quicker plus the bitches
Don't wanna fuck a black herpe nose nigga
This is it yaw, dump this pussy off I a pit dog
Doe stackin' and hip hop it must not be his nitch yaw
So take the chicken exit, technina's whassup
Next time grown folks talkin' you shut the fuck up


7.Slither

Lyricist：Ronny Blache, Aaron Yates

A stallion
Ass like pow
Chest like bang
Lips like, ooh
An angel mane
But she had the devil's eyes
I had to have her cat

Pass me the one, fifty one and coke cat
Then later we'll find where the dope at
But hold that
I seen somethin' so fat
That wish I could've drove back
To get my Codac

Strip teeasa!
Lovin' who got the visa
Got up and she will please ya
Not of then she don't need ya
Product Gucci Felecia
It's a duty to feed ya

Amnesia
Caribou and Tequezia
Off the turnbuckle, baby, bubba had the booties and boobies
It was nootie, so cootie was a cutey
I gotta get neara
I got mucho dinero
Look at her, look at herself in the mirror
Movin' like Shakira

Made my way
To the front of the stage
Hundreds for days
Big body, I wanted to praise
Will she get with a nigga？ Maybe
She bent over and said thanks and I whispered in her ear

I love the way you make it slither, baby
Every night when I come through
That looks like somethin' that I want to run through
You want some, ooh
You know I want to
Baby, we can have fun too

I love the way you make it slither, baby
Every night when I come through
That looks like somethin' that I want to run through
You want some, ooh
You know I want to
Baby, we can have fun too
I love the way you make it slither, baby

Well, she asked me for a lap dance
And Trav said she too fine, fat chance
Boy I'm Tech N9ne I rap and
I slap hands
With millionaires, plus, I got stacks man

She approached me slowly
Holy moly
Chef Boy R Dee's cheese and beef ravioli
Hold me close
Nose be ope
How much evil can dough provoke

How much she told me nope
'Cause this one was on her
I'm hopin' I can get the chance to put it on her
She slithered on me, put the booty in my lap and got to gyratin'
Was I waitin'
For the pushin' grabbin' and vibratin'

But this is really when my pupils got to dilatin'
What kind of magical hocus pocus was I facin'
Over and over I tried to explain it the best that I could
She put the mouth on the crotch of my pants and said
Herrrrrh!

Shit
You like that baby？
How about me and you leave here baby
So we can do that shit you just did
Over and over again

I love the way you make it slither, baby
Every night when I come through
That looks like somethin' that I want to run through
You want some, ooh
You know I want to
Baby, we can have fun too

I love the way you make it slither, baby
Every night when I come through
That looks like somethin' that I want to run through
You want some, ooh
You know I want to
Baby, we can have fun too
I love the way you make it slither baby

Said she needed four hundred to tip out
I whip out
The grip so quick, so we can dip out
The trick house
Told my homies not to poke they lip out
I'm goin' to rip out
The guts, and try to throw my hip out

Now it's time to trip out
Got at the bitch house
Was three fine female roommates, my homies missed out
Took me to her room and threw me right on the bed
Got right on the head
What a wonderful night it was said

Then along came three
Thirty six double D's
Sizes kissin' and lickin' on me
An' they comin' to do what
Wake my dude up
But one of them bitches bit me on the neck and drew blood

Then the other and the others
Instead of bud lovers
I'm trapped with blood suckin' motherfuckers for eternity
Brought me here to straight feed on a nigga
All because I said to a stripper
I love the way you make it slither


8.Trapped In a Psycho's Body

Lyricist：Ronald Blanche, Charles A Glenn, Tracy Marrow, Laticia
Naylor, Samuel Watson, Aaron Yates

Yo, wassup？ For those who don't know
I go by the name of Tech N9ne
I'm gon' let you in on a little secret

Some of the things you already know
Little familiar with me an' my thoughts
So these are real thoughts I'ma share with you
Like this

Don't you come near me 'cause the Devil's sittin' next to me
I drink my drink an' smoke my weed an' pop my ecstasy
Then add some GHB an' mushrooms to the recipe
This means I'm really lettin' the beast within get the best of
me

If you can hear me, I need help, I'm caught
An' I'm stuck an' I'm trapped in me self
Don't understand this fucked off hand that G dealt
Lazarus help me 'cause he's hazardous to T's health

He set trippin', he's tryin' to get a nigga killed an' get a
nigga pealed
The other side is gonna rid him in a field
No sentimental feelin's, sit him in necro buildings
I tried to tell him, â½Where you goin'
You will not see your woman an' your childrenâ

He popped 15 hits of X in one night
Licked big tits, had sex with some dykes
An' he won't use protection for my erection
Constantly makin' me get that Penicillin injection

Wait, I hear voices speakin' from inside
I'm out front wit it, he creepin' an' he hides
I can't help but notice he's kinda stuck up
I'ma let it slide but in the mean time
Shut the fuck up an' just ride

I'm a psycho, baby
It's about to drive me crazy
I'm a psycho, baby
It's about to drive me crazy

When I was younger, I used to faint at the sight of blood
Now that I'm older, I noticed it ain't at the sight of blood
Now the sight of blood equals the very first sight of love
Menstrual cycles feelin' like you right at your height of drugs

Bleed for me, baby, angel heart, rage, fuckin'
You makes me feel a murderous sensation
Blood mixed with ejaculation
Cum bustin', bump heads 'til concussions after we done fuckin'
If I can't get the spirit, I've won nothin'

I got children an' a wife
He's thinkin' of leapin' off of buildings, takin' flight
By now somebody should have killed him, end his life
Too many motherfuckers feel him an' his mic

Somebody stop him 'cause he's fuckin' up my lively hood
With me trapped inside this psycho, how can I be good
To my wifey？ If it's remotely close to a punani, he's in it
Monster, runnin' us back an' forth to the free clinic

If you're a friend, time to say, â½Toodalooâ
'Cause ain't no possible way he can ever be true to you
Cancel your appointment to do the 'do
If he wants to kill himself
What the fuck you think he wanna do to you？

I'm a psycho, baby
It's about to drive me crazy
I'm a psycho, baby
It's about to drive me crazy

I am a nightmare walkin', psychopath talkin'
Brain deterioratin' 'cause of X pill poppin'
I got more troubles
Whatever you got it doubles an' triples an' quadruples
Havin' fantasies of eatin' nipples an' noodles

Drug take the pain away
Used to have a lot of love but now it fade away
The fact that women love the music an' they open their legs
For a psychopathic nigga that's so fucked up in the head, is
beautiful

For my family, this isn't suitable
Devil bitches alert, no, gotta recruit a few
This nigga's gonna do me harm, I'm drugged up an' I'm torn
Look at this motherfucker, he colored my hair orange

You can't touch me, everybody loves me
Listenin' to my music, children are gettin' ugly
If I told you everythin', I was thinkin' it wouldn't be G
Tellin' you how many crossed my path just wouldn't be me

But they know 'cause they way low
How 'bout some X an' fry an' ya yo an' fuck a halo？
A lot of Jim Beam to have grim dreams would be healthy
Hey, yo, I'm trapped in a psycho's body, can you help me？

I'm a psycho, baby
It's about to drive me crazy
I'm a psycho, baby
It's about to drive me crazy

I'm a psycho, baby
It's about to drive me crazy
I'm a psycho, baby
It's about to drive me crazy

Are you psycho？
Are you psycho？
Are you psycho？
Are you psycho？


9.T9X

Lyricist：Sean Raspberry, Samuel Watson, Aaron Yates

Fall into a spell way deeper than hell
Sensation was given to me from my home girl shell
Told me, since I was in pain and I like to rebel
This Motorola I'm giving you will suit you real well

10 minutes, 20 minutes, 30 minutes feelin' funny butterflies
My eyes dilate another size overwhelming sense of love
Got this nut so sprung
Walk up to a stranger baby, can I suck your tongue

Tingling baby got me feeling like mingling baby
This is a hella higher learning than singleton baby
One minute I'm cold next one I'm heat
Get me some, big red so I don't grind my teeth

This is deep I take another one and another one
And another one, uh oh, here comes the other ones
I'm stimulated man I'm hella blown away
And all the problems that I had have all gone away

I pop another pill
And I'mma take a sip of Caribou to wash it down
Ya thinkin' Imma overdose, I never had a moment
That'll turn a nigga round

I really wanna give you what I got up in my dickies
In the bed I wanna start
I feel I wanna fuck you but my dick is really numb
And I don't see me getting hard

She told me take this cap of G.H.B.
With a gulp of Mountain Dew
With glee so I can possibly end my existence
G.H.B. ain't no need 4 resistance, X.T.C.

Yeah, X.T.C.
(I love you very much)
G.H.B.
(I love you very much)
Shrooms and weed
(I love you very much)
This is the Tech N9NE experience

Yeah, A.C.I.D.
(I love you very much)
P.C.P.
(I love you very much)
Carabou leez
This is the Tech N9NE experience

I'm on 5 pills and a cap of date rape one caraboulou
And it ain't even late, great
I feel good, let's go to the X house
That's where Heather and Margie got everybody x'ed out

Walk in the crib, my home girl say Tech's with me
'Cause she know all the bitches wanna get next to me
I'mma star and ladies wanna have sex with me
But the bitches still get jealous off of X.T.C.

It's like 30 people in the house
Rave bitches messaging glow sticks in the mouth
I take another cap of G. with my Mountain Dew
In higher than the top floor at the Fountain Bleu

Somebody said they got the chronic light it up man
Let's smoke it all till we fall then get up again
I wanna fuck but I'm numb 'cause I'm thizzled up
Skip to the lou I try to piss dick is shriveled up

My nigga Kutt got the blunt nigga pass it
I didn't even know you was here so
He passed it with a couple hits of acid
Like I refuse to stay alive, it's pills and mo thrills
I'm lucky if I survive, I'm high

X.T.C.
(I love you very much)
G.H.B.
(I love you very much)
Shrooms and weed
(I love you very much)
This is the Tech N9NE experience

A.C.I.D.
(I love you very much)
P.C.P.
(I love you very much)
Carabou leez
(I love you very much)
This is the Tech N9NE experience

Dipped out the X house it's right around two
Off to Westport to kick it with the Hurricane crew
Saw my niggas C and G after party at the room
My home girl Leasha slid me a couple grams of shrooms

Damn, it don't stop embassy suites 3 o'clock
With my niggas C and G, they got hella G and E
I get two mo hits of that X.T.C. shit
I don't wanna come down off that X.T.C. trip

Bitches, in the room lookin' so fresh so clean a couple
Hella high panties and bra no jeans
My nigga said that he got Codeine
Mixed it with Cherry Robitussin' and juice I took a sip of his
lean

In the bathroom to bust a shit
I couldn't do it so my bitch came to suck the dick
It was hard and soft but hard enough to penetrate the slit
'Bout 20 minutes damn near fainted when it was time to spit

5 o'clock in the morning and we still zoned
7 o'clock in the morning pill is still on
This life I live I might not die if let lone
Love my experience this is my fucked up life
Don't try this at home

X.T.C.
(I love you very much)
G.H.B.
(I love you very much)
Shrooms and weed
(I love you very much)
This is the Tech N9NE experience

A.C.I.D.
(I love you very much)
P.C.P.
(I love you very much)
Carabou leez
(I love you very much)
This is the Tech N9NE experience


10.She Devil

Lyricist：Von M Carlisle, Rufus B Johnson, Ondre Moore, Aaron Yates

In the rib which Lord God had taken from man
Made him woman and brought her to Adam
And Adam said, â½This is the bone of my bones
And the flesh of my fleshâ

I want you to take this
What is it？
Something tha'll make you fell real good
Damn girl, give it here

Often they blow ya top, watch when they hold ya jock
Shocked when the notch sold crotch and you lost composure
Soft for the ho's ya not stocked fulla roll, ya walk for the
Hot shot wanna cop and do lots of dosha

She Devil, her greed level is hella high
Speed rebel exceed pedals with a devils eye
They call girl and strip, they all twirl and trip in yaw world
They dip and all thorough and hip

Hustlers, they sluts and drug smugglers
Money, they double up, throw that stuff up and bubble up
Best believe, when I get ya I'm 'bout to strap it down
'Cause wadatah time I'ma tippy tah on ya capitown

I go to have it now, Tech N9ne, it's a habit
Got to stab it, I'm savage hound
She Devils are incredible out for thy dough
At her crilla is scrilla ex and tapes of Taebo yo

Sin with me, I want you
(She Devils in the house, let me hear ya)
Off top, I gots to get near ya

Today my wife left, I don't give a fuck
Bitch, that's why I'm paying you 150 bucks
To suck me and caniver
Let this diabetic dick touch your saliva

I take 'em blid and crazy 14 to 48
Every since we fucked, I been coughing and losing weigh
Stink ho', trying to creep, bitch, pick your son up
He been at school for a week

You fucking freak, trying to get the best of me
Kidnap you ass, leave you lost like really without destiny
You stank trick, you suck dick, Jason Williams
What up？ Shoot this dirty bitch

Sin with me, I want you
(She Devils in the house, let me hear ya)
Off top, I gots to get near ya

This devilish bitch is so succulent
Taking a piece of my soul every time that I bust a nut
She's like a succubus, a nymphomaniac laying me back
On a filthy mattress, cum stinks on it, smelling like catfish

Still I hit, yeah, I did it, her pussy travels
She doesn't have a pivot, I remember when she was timid
Your scandalous ass, taking the pastors cash
Got 'em on tape, sucking your tits, snorting and passing hash

I still had to grab that ass, had to laugh at stories
About you ragged ass-licking maxi pads
You silly bitch, she used to be nerdy bitch
Now, she's in the backyard fuckin' thirty pits

Now, besides being on ex and regardless of having sex
We getting close to gellets, just grinding to every kick
Two fingers up in her pussy, your hands rubbin' my dick
As soon as my wife push me, her man's fucking a trick

I don't care, if she know I trick but she's starting to get hip
to it
'Cause she's finding matches inside of my pockets that say I
trip
Which means I might get caught, lose everything that I bought
The house, kids and the car, I know this sounds bizarre

But we should give her a call and see if she want it in that way
It's 3-way sex and we could all be friends
I know you've done it before, don't act like you haven't whore
I'm 'bout to lose my wife, I can't afford a divorce

Sin with me, I want you
(She Devils in the house, let me hear ya)
Off top, I gots to get near ya

Sin with me, I want you
(She Devils in the house, let me hear ya)
Off top, I gots to get near ya

Fucking with your pussy is a handful
You think I'm drowning, then you clowning
So, basically, bitch, you're a damn fool
And that's a given fact, plus I remember back
When you was young I could see 100 niggas through your gap

And all of them was probably hitting that
That's embarrassing, you're stuck with 30 children, 70
miscarriages
In and out of buildings, ain't caring who it is, fucking
newlyweds
Didn't mean to do it but you did

Devilish she's never to be faithful
Credit or fee, it's better that she's tranquil
Even an apple, my cock
Unlocked the key to your asshole

Stop the plot, do the freeze on my cash flow
Cock the gloc, I through these in the castle
Fresh outta school with a disease and a tassle
Ski's and it's natural, you just my ho', that's the reason you
stack dough

Sin with me, I want you
(She Devils in the house, let me hear ya)
Off top, I gots to get near ya

Sin with me, I want you
(She Devils in the house, let me hear ya)
Off top, I gots to get near ya

Shit, this feels good, baby
What you say this was again？
Don't worry about it, just relax

It's gonna cost you
I got all of it, baby
Well, that's exactly what I need
All of it


11.Worst Enemy

Lyricist：R Armstrong, Aaron Yates

I'm tell y'all a lil' story man, ya know what I'm sayin'？
Yo this is a song about, somebody who did me wrong dawg
I thought you was my homie man, I guess not, fuck it

You were supposed to be my dog
Homey when I first met you what was told to me was fraud
What a shocker an impostor, I been crossed I lost ya
My best friend turned out to be an enemy the sin in me hit me
No sympathy, no empathy either
Homey I never denied ya nothing that you wanted

Women, I never player hated I hooked
You up booked you up from the beginning the sin in me had
Love for you shed blood for you when you wanted to dig
I dug for you nigga but you a double crosser nasty hand tosser
I should've known you was evil, when you told me it was cool
For we to be sex fools when we under the steeple the retrieval

I'm trying to get my life back no more stopping women
From putting a knife at your cap remember when we were
Kickin' it bitches was giving everyday we did it in
Every way, but the respect went away you got a mind of
Your own now you're grown now can I ask you a question
Did you forget we were kinfolk nigga we the same complexion？

I'm stressing you was always in front of me so I listened
everyday
You wanted me on a mission I even let you have sex
With my lady like a G infatuated with you and not me
I sucked it up; I got back with her you fucked it up
By letting her know I creeping around with every chick in the
Town buster, I should've known not to trust you

Listen I'm losing my life because of you
I lost my life because of you, I'm losing my wife because of you
I even had sex and a baby with that crazy bitch you introduced
me to
Now I'm straight depressed, I hate your flesh
The fate was just, belate the Tech laid to rest
Every time you got drawls you made my
Poor little life fall nigga you got balls

You ain't never had a partner like me, real a never
Ever sold you pipe dreams personal yes it might seem
Nigga when you was burning, I went and got the doxcycline
Looked out for your health, and this is all the respect
I get hater your neck I slit but I can't 'cause I'm
Attached to ya and I don't know why sometimes I wish
You would just die

It would eliminate all this hurt maybe I could
Get up out of all this dirt you caused me so strong
Nothing can stop ya not even cerebral pawlsy I can't believe
It my best homey turned on me you must have forgot
We grew up together I'm through life is over now it's
Nothing else to do point the finger and blame it on you

(It's all because of you, you, you)
I lost my girl, my world is upside down because I found you
wasn't shit
(It's all because of you, you, you)
Broke us into you untrue, don't know what to do I'm talking to
you, who？
My dick, my dick, my dick


12.Yada, Yada, Yada

Lyricist：S Watson, W Wilson, Aaron Yates

Huh, my nigga Don Juan
Damn, been knowin' you for a long time, nigga
We did a lot of shit together, man on this music tip, man
Beautiful shit we did, dog

Remember when we went out to LA, man
With Quincy, man made all that shit pop
With Yuckmouth and everybody, Dub C, everybody
We had a lot of good times, dog, know what I'm sizzlin'

But that shit's about to come to an end, dog
Ya know never have I ever crossed anybody, y'all niggas know me
The sands of time have already started to pour against you, dog
So listen hard 'cause I'mma speak real softly like this

Just think, what if I could just
Just blink this shit away
Niggas think because a nigga bust
I got grips and grips of pay

The pain grows in fame and Kangols with change
And strange hoe's who bang in range roves for thangs
Same shows with lames, the rainbows will stain
Insane foes who drain and hang bro's with brains

If you caught it that means you got it
And if you brought it that means you should've shot it
'Cause I'm about to drop the real nina
Ya need a lot to kill a leader prop the nina
Nigga or pop the milli meter

De'marco I'm 'bout to spark flow
Your bark so harsh but parts gon' make you heart blow
Blood and don't be buzzin' me, cuzzin' me, buggin' me
'Bout dubs, I'll be mud till these clubs really lovin' me

It hurts my nigga to hurt my nigga, but hurt my nigga
Is what's inspirin' these spurts my nigga
At first my nigga, used to be my homey, used to be my ace
Yellin' you gon' slap the taste out my mouth

Nigga, I never scare, sebwafares everywhere
If you need me, believe me it's easy
To put holes in Shakra teasy, watch the weezy
These glocks'll talk for sheezy

Some say I should worry
And watch where I walk
(Yeah)
Yada, yada, yada
Nigga, that's just talk

I'm a friend, if I was a foe I would be
Knock, knock, knock, knock, knock, knock
Knock, knock, knockin' at yo' front door

Some say I should worry
And watch where I walk
(Yeah)
Yada, yada, yada
Nigga, that's just talk

I'm a friend, if I was a foe I would be
Knock, knock, knock, knock, knock, knock
Knock, knock, knockin' at yo' front door

The industries faulty, industry salty
Man
The industry cost me, industry brought me
Pain

The industry taught me, industry caught me
Strange
And you niggas know that the industries awfully
Vain

I ain't a snake, nigga, all I did is make niggas
Money was sunny, now it's funny, you playa hate
Niggas, over some cake the fate of a show me state
Nigga in my face will be Don Juan the great, to late nigga

I don't speak a lot, I peep a lot, I creep a lot
And people who speak are usually weak and out four
Peace and don't beef a lot remember we used to kick it like bros
Now you niggas act like bitches and hoe's with your licorice
souls

Tecca9 I got the wickedest flows
No kid in his mold on misery
Never will get wit this rogue, I'm pissed
At his whole little facade of crip that is sold

Instead of a rap I should've twisted his nose
Who kept short nitty from killin' you？ Me
Who kept Dyamund from drillin' you？ Me
Who kept villain niggas from vill dealin' you？ Me

So now you can take away me and keep on talkin'
Crazy and I'mma let 'em know
Where you keep yo baby
And where you stay D

Some say I should worry
And watch where I walk
(Yeah)
Yada, yada, yada
Nigga, that's just talk

I'm a friend, if I was a foe I would be
Knock, knock, knock, knock, knock, knock
Knock, knock, knockin' at yo front door
Knock, knock, knockin' at yo' front door

Some say I should worry
And watch where I walk
(Yeah)
Yada, yada, yada
Nigga, that's just talk

I'm a friend, if I was a foe I would be
Knock, knock, knock, knock, knock, knock
Knock, knock, knockin' at yo' front door

You can't turn enough mutha fuckers against me
You can't find a harder rapper that'll convince me
I'm wit the Canty's, the Ashby's, the Whitebears
LeJeunes, the Harrises and the mutha fuchkin' Timley's

The Theorys, the Byers, the Kennedies
You know the families that are known to be bad for humanity
Can he be bad？ Can he be tough？ Can he be rough
No cream puff suckas end up be rough enough

Nobody likes you, not even yo bitches, imma witness
They sick of yo disrespectful way of speakin'
Explicit always talkin' about how big yo dick is

Better hope Anghellic go multi platinum
And then get your riches
Blood, this is the end of men who were once friends
And then, one asshole thought he was somethin'

When punks bend over they get fucked
Get fucked
Hand over them Tech tapes or get stuck
Get stuck

You must think I'm soft for talkin' to Icy Roc
Bout knockin' the nina out, I'm trippin without a doubt
Imma tell you who really is ya friends Vell Barkardi
And maybe you and him can get together and tell it like it is
again

It's over, man, I hope you brought ya Novocaine
I know the pain is slowly taking over brain
So calm that muthafuckin' wombat
I don't need no Don Juan tracks to come bomb on raps

Some say I should worry
And watch where I walk
(Yeah)
Yada, yada, yada
Nigga, that's just talk

I'm a friend, if I was a foe I would be
Knock, knock, knock, knock, knock, knock
Knock, knock, knockin' at yo' front door

Some say I should worry
And watch where I walk
(Yeah)
Yada, yada, yada
Nigga, that's just talk

I'm a friend, if I was a foe I would be
Knock, knock, knock, knock, knock, knock
Knock, knock, knockin' at yo' front door

That's what I'm speakin' on dog thats real shit
Nigga once said to me, nigga walk around like his shit don't
stink
Gonna cut ya nose off and stick up ya ass
So you can smell that shit, man ya know what I'm sizzlin', dog

You drew first blood man that was dog shit
You know what I'm sizzlin' that ain't no friend
Talkin' bout knockin' me out nigga
Ya know what are we, yo

Dr. Dre, here I come
Timbaland, here I come
Neptunes, here I come
Rik Rok, here I come

Alchemist, here I come
Sick Jack, here I come
Boscoe, here I come
Swizz Beats, here I come

Trackmasters here I come
Don Juan be done


13.Constantly Dirty

Lyricist：Steward Ashby, William Oates, Samuel Watson, Michael
Whitebear, W Wilson, Aaron Yates

Yeah man, niggaz think it's all peaches and cream
Shit's hard right now man, it's real shit
Me and my road dogs man on this one
We stay constantly dirty, grittin' for our shit
Y'know what I'm sizzlin'？

Ain't nobody every gave me nothin', I'm on my own
I was down and dirty when I was young but now I'm grown
And I continue to struggle ya heard me
Me and my niggaz in the course and we constantly dirty

Ain't nobody every gave me nothin', I'm on my own
I was down and dirty when I was young but now I'm grown
And I continue to struggle ya heard me
Me and my niggaz in the course and we constantly dirty

Ain't nobody ever gave me a thang in my lifetime
So I'm on my own, standin' strong, holdin' chrome
Disrespect my villians, get 'em gone, early mo'n
On the co'n, get my hustle on

I stays dirty, chippin', choppin', flippin' birdies
I'm pushin' thirty, vision clear, I'm never blurry
Plottin' plans, strategic mission, I'm on my toes
I stays with fam my mans, to shake these fuckin' foes

Lord, knows all the different situations, trials and
tribulations
Aggrevations that a nigga's facin'
I get complacent that's my ass, I'm a memory
They spillin' liquor on the curb when they mention me

But they're ain't no fear in me, get it how you live
That's if you hearin' me then dug down and dig
Lace your boots man, prepare for the struggle
Stay in them trenches, hella dirty, grit and hustle

Ain't nobody every gave me nothin', I'm on my own
I was down and dirty when I was young but now I'm grown
And I continue to struggle ya heard me
Me and my niggaz in the course and we constantly dirty

Ain't nobody every gave me nothin', I'm on my own
I was down and dirty when I was young but now I'm grown
And I continue to struggle ya heard me
Me and my niggaz in the course and we constantly dirty

Nigga, I got a pocket full of G's, I'm constantly servin'
My Nina knock him to his knees, I'm constantly dirty
Super Villian, check my powers, I get the early worm
Chop with choppers, lose the coppers with just a single turn

True to life, through the mic, they got me tellin' stories
With the fame and the lights, I feed my territory
Gutter livi'n with precision, them busters know they phony
Flip my profit keep on rockin' it for my dead homies

They wanna follow my shadow and waddle in the mud
It's the infallible cannibal with the dirty gloves
'Absolute' with this 'Power' they call me realistic
Savage Bakarii still comin' up off that fetal livin'

Givin my life, to the night, on the dirty
All my might, when it's right, then I strike on them early
Twisted like livin' dirty, super savage
I'm out to get that bread
Gutter livin' that's my habit until I rest my head

Ain't nobody every gave me nothin', I'm on my own
I was down and dirty when I was young but now I'm grown
And I continue to struggle ya heard me
Me and my niggaz in the course and we constantly dirty

Ain't nobody every gave me nothin', I'm on my own
I was down and dirty when I was young but now I'm grown
And I continue to struggle ya heard me
Me and my niggaz in the course and we constantly dirty

Which one of y'all can I holla at
When it's time to pay rent？
And who you think's gonna loan me money
When my last bread is spent？

I got an even shorter list of people
To call on when I'm in a pinch
So I might just walk around
With my jaws clenched like The Grinch

I'm, headed for trouble 'cuz I can't sit here and struggle
How do I bubble if I don't get out and hustle？
I'm in the wind put the spud on my muzzle
Put on my hood, grab my gloves and my shovel

Tie up my boots because the mud it gets thick
And hit a lick so quick, they think I love this shit
It's real life gutter livin', nigga comin' straight from the
brain
Some handle the pressure and others break from the pain

It's been fifteen other damnedest
And ain't nothin' changed but the weather
Time's still gettin' harder and niggaz can't stick together
All through my teens, my twenties, even when I'm thirty
T-Will'll be gritty, grimey, constantly dirty

Ain't nobody every gave me nothin', I'm on my own
I was down and dirty when I was young but now I'm grown
And I continue to struggle ya heard me
Me and my niggaz in the course and we constantly dirty

Ain't nobody every gave me nothin', I'm on my own
I was down and dirty when I was young but now I'm grown
And I continue to struggle ya heard me
Me and my niggaz in the course and we constantly dirty

Yo!, ain't nobody gave me nothin' but God
He gave me talent, these civilians perpetratin' the fraud
That point is valid, got niggaz sayin' they made me
The only thin' that was made was music
'Cuz nobody ever properly paid me

Don't get it twisted, that little money was appreciated
It got me out there again, glad that's alleviated
But the nigga that say I didn't have a followin'
Before Mitchell Bade hit the streets must be inebriated

Soon as Mitch hit, it hit
Because we some talented motherfuckers but they still talk shit
Keep that shit low black, that shit be getttin' back
To a nigga that will fight for you at the drop of a hat

I tried to tell 'em, let me do this here
They talkin' like they don't want Nina gettin' through this year
I'm still strugglin' hard, how can niggaz disregard？ I'm thirty
Watch what you say when you speak to little birdies
I'm constantly dirty

Ain't nobody every gave me nothin', I'm on my own
I was down and dirty when I was young but now I'm grown
And I continue to struggle ya heard me
Me and my niggaz in the course and we constantly dirty

Ain't nobody every gave me nothin', I'm on my own
I was down and dirty when I was young but now I'm grown
And I continue to struggle ya heard me
Me and my niggaz in the course and we constantly dirty

Constantly dirty, constantly dirty
Constantly dirty, constantly dirty
Constantly dirty, constantly dirty
Constantly dirty, constantly dirty

Ain't nobody every gave me nothin', I'm on my own
I was down and dirty when I was young but now I'm grown
And I continue to struggle ya heard me
Me and my niggaz in the course and we constantly dirty


14.I'm a Playa

Lyricist：F Bolland, R Bolland, J Hoelzel, R Rubeck, Christopher
Watson, Aaron Yates

1971 Aaron D. Yates was born
1985 Aaron wrote his 1st rhyme
1988 Aaron adopts the name Tech N9NE
1990 Tech N9NE teams with producer Icy Roc Kraven

1997 Tech signs with Qwest Records
1999 Tech is released from the label
2002 Tech and Strange Music teams
With MSC Entertainment and records

I'm a playa, I'm a playa, I'm a playa
I'm a playa, I'm a playa, I'm a playa
I'm a playa, I'm a playa
Oh oh I'm a playa

If you see me lookin' clean cut
Matchin' from head to toe dippin' with a mean strut
Throwin' and blowin' green stuff hella creamed up with a bling
cup
Ain't no wicked we can kick it if you blue or beamed up

If you, see me step off in the clubber with some pros
With about 6 of 'em cut no longer waiting to be chose
And if you hear me tell my homies anything goes
With these chickens dippin' to Davy's right when the clubber
close

If you see me on the grind gettin' mine
If you bust in the room and find me hittin' yours from behind
If you hear me bustin' rhymes rippin' each and every time
If I got it at capacity and you still got a line

If I'm rollin' on dubs, if it's K-Town bud
If they showin' me love with a red rug at the club
If you see them hatas giving me mugs, ladies giving me hugs
It ain't no rocket science it's because

I'm a playa, I'm a playa, I'm a playa
I'm a playa, I'm a playa, I'm a playa
I'm a playa, I'm a playa
Oh oh I'm a playa

I'm a playa, I'm a playa, I'm a playa
I'm a playa, I'm a playa, I'm a playa
I'm a playa, I'm a playa
Oh oh I'm a playa

I'm a playa in every sense of the word ya heard
I'm getting' money from these dummies flip your chick so absurd
I'm a playa and I pop collars
I'm a playa when I don't or when I do drop dollars them rot
weilders

She don't want no softy sayin' he do when he don't
She don't want no perpetrating 9 to fiver trying to flaunt
She don't want no punk that can't get it krunk
No she don't that's how it go so my homie Kaliko tell 'em what
she want

She want a playa not thugs on dubs
We be rollin' them 22's and 3's pop ludes and V's
I'm in hot pursuit of a prostitute
Kaliko knock boots gots lots to shoot

I'm pullin' out the latex and given it to who's next
And fool 'em pull a brewnet wit unforgettable sex
She's oohin-oohin' sweat and I ain't telling who's wet
And I ain't getting loose yet so who's next 4 group sex

I'm a playa, I'm a playa, I'm a playa
I'm a playa, I'm a playa, I'm a playa
I'm a playa, I'm a playa
Oh oh I'm a playa

I'm a playa, I'm a playa, I'm a playa
I'm a playa, I'm a playa, I'm a playa
I'm a playa, I'm a playa
Oh oh I'm a playa

Never ever tell ya love where else you get your love
Move in groups no one on one when you hit the club
And you should know this if you call yourself a wicked thug
If you creep to the movies throw away your ticket stub

If you sexin' learn this lesson when you wash off
Just use hot water don't put no soap on your wash cloth
That way when you get home no questions you won't leave her bent
Don't be a dope and use the soap cause it will leave a scent

Don't tell a number 2 that she's your one and only
'Cause if she know it's way easy to go her own way
If you talking chickens to your secret home hey
Always go the back way to confuse 'em just take the long way

To all the ladies if you playin' throw ya hands up
To all my fellas if you playin' throw ya grands up
This is 4-eva baby having clever thangs I'm a playa
Mother fucker and I bet I'll never change

I'm a playa, I'm a playa, I'm a playa
I'm a playa, I'm a playa, I'm a playa
I'm a playa, I'm a playa
Oh oh I'm a playa

I'm a playa, I'm a playa, I'm a playa
I'm a playa, I'm a playa, I'm a playa
I'm a playa, I'm a playa
Oh oh I'm a playa

I'm a playa, I'm a playa, I'm a playa
I'm a playa, I'm a playa, I'm a playa
I'm a playa, I'm a playa
Oh oh I'm a playa

I'm a playa, I'm a playa, I'm a playa
I'm a playa, I'm a playa, I'm a playa
I'm a playa, I'm a playa
Oh oh I'm a playa

I'm a playa
I'm a playa


15.Victory

Lyricist：R Blache, S Watson, Aaron Yates

All hail to the N9NE
You punks thought it was over for me？
I should prevail a institation
All of the high exalted punks
TechN9ne

Move somethin', do somethin'
Scream somethin', aight
Cruel some, gruesome, hoodlums, aight
V I C T O R Y

I'm still climbin', niggaz be rhymin'
While they gain lip with me
So you can keep hatin'
Now they want me makin'
Swimmin' in victory

Yo yo, they thought it was over, but I gots to bust
Call them foes, stealin' flows, that they got from us
What, we comin' through your city with lots of lust
Get the dough get ya hoes then we knock them up and kut

Still clownin', jealousy be frownin'
Keep in the street poundin'
Haters get beat down
And y'all, keep houndin'
Lookin' for new sounds
That Nina done put down
Well hey baby you found 'em

We, 'Victors', invested in big Wars
We comin' to get yours, we hit till it get sore
We spit, acrobatical, never simple schematical
Vivid liquid compatible, shrooms X's and Aderals

Thought Anghellic wouldn't make it, we take it
Every time we get your girly butt naked
Real melons, still Heaven, still Helen
Still bellin' through the city, with them class ain't felons

At that bar with it, the fans know it how we are with it
Carobulou with a Church Hill cigar with it
Don't never far get it, woman gettin' targeted
600 car with it, Techa is comin' hard with it

I'm still climbin', niggaz be rhymin'
While they gain lip with me
So you can keep hatin'
Now they want me makin'
Swimmin' in victory

I'm still climbin', niggaz be rhymin'
While they gain lip with me
So you can keep hatin'
Now they want me makin'
Swimmin' in victory

All I wanna see is broads with us
Strange hella odd niggaz
Roll with them hard Hitters
That would mob with us

So God get us
Player haters that squab with us
They bob with us
'Cause the Techa-N9NE is bizarre lecture

I'm a what, party animal, horny and a punani cannibal
Can nobody calm me, the killa Dahni is a Zombie and Ho
Ladies on the dance floor
Let yo homey make you touch your toes
Skip them foes, strike a pose

Hot as hell, grab your chicken head by the tail
A lot of tail, can generate you a lot of mail
I'm the victorious, you the victom
Ya gal took my lizard and licked him
And my twins she kissed 'em

So tell me how this, tune sounds
You love it so never tune the, boom down
You never thought we be some scholars
With shrooms round, Mexican woman
And now we ballers and poon hounds

I'm still climbin', niggaz be rhymin'
While they gain lip with me
So you can keep hatin'
Now they want me makin'
Swimmin' in victory

I'm still climbin', niggaz be rhymin'
While they gain lip with me
So you can keep hatin'
Now they want me makin'
Swimmin' in victory

Yo, that's why your mama got a big 'ol butt, oh yeah
And your sister got a big 'ol butt, oh yeah
Since your mama and your sister had a big 'ol butt
They help the nina bust a big 'ol nut, oh yeah

I'm the King, niggaz that know it
That's why they want me in the ring
Hopin' I blow it but I love the cream, what I mean
No matter what kind of lyrics you write
Tech N9ne fans don't want to hear it tonight

All hail to my jail homies
Cameron, Moberly, Boomville
You can bet we soon will, bump head
A wise man once said, 'Everybody want go heaven
But nobody want dead'

Numb heads, if they diss the Vette
Break the mother fuckers down if they disrespect, The Tech
This is Victory cause I gets the check
I leave you player haters glistenin' wet, punk bitch

I'm still climbin', niggaz be rhymin'
While they gain lip with me
So you can keep hatin'
Now they want me makin'
Swimmin' in victory

I'm still climbin', niggaz be rhymin'
While they gain lip with me
So you can keep hatin'
Now they want me makin'
Swimmin' in victory

I'm still climbin', niggaz be rhymin'
While they gain lip with me
So you can keep hatin'
Now they want me makin'
Swimmin' in victory

I'm still climbin', niggaz be rhymin'
While they gain lip with me
So you can keep hatin'
Now they want me makin'
Swimmin' in victory

Move somethin', do somethin'
Scream somethin', aight
Cruel some, gruesome, hoodlums, aight
V I C T O R Y

Move somethin', do somethin'
Scream somethin', aight
Cruel some, gruesome, hoodlums, aight
V I C T O R Y


16.Bianca's And Beatrice's

Lyricist：Reuben Armstrong, Aaron Yates

Bianca's and Beatrice's are known for wetting matrices
And bending over in the ill positions
Bianca's and Beatrice's, they love the way I'm rapping this
I dig 'em then I plug 'em and I diss 'em

I'm kickin' it with this chick up in the club I'm off the lou
And when you're on that caribou you know just what to do
I called her Bianca then she said, what is that Bianca shit
I looked and cracked a smile and said, Bianca means you bitch

You're a biank baby, whether you like it or not
But you hot especially with ex and vicaden popped
If you trippin' you can hike it and hop 'cause you know what I
came to do
Me and my villains come to strike it and stop

Pipe it and prop ya leg up and get up
Bianca hold ya head up your sex wet the bed up
Everybody's pondering wondering about my slang that I spit
You can use it when you refer to a dame or a chick

Don't be trippin' about the choice of words I'm using on this
script
Don't step off in my face 'cause you can bet that I come
equipped
You wanna know what you say, to get that biank to let you blend
(What)
Hotel, motel, holiday inn

Bianca's and Beatrice's are known for wetting matrices
And bending over in the ill positions
Bianca's and Beatrice's, they love the way I'm rapping this
I dig 'em then I plug 'em and I diss 'em

Bianca's and Beatrice's are known for wetting matrices
And bending over in the ill positions
Bianca's and Beatrice's, they love the way I'm rapping this
I dig 'em then I plug 'em and I diss 'em

You know dat' new brand nigga Kutt Calhoun, who dat , you know
that Big lip pretty nigga with the gold teeth be rapping wit
Tech
Heard he just signed a big deal and estimated 5 or 6 million
That nigga fine if he willing I'mma blow his mind, bitch

The glit's and all the things involved got yo whole brain
dissolved
You couldn't squeeze in the drawlz if you was my dick and ballz
I tell ya man these dames are lame greedy, raunchy and dikes
A nigga gits a bit of fame and beyonkaz be like

Sew yo Royal Oats, Beatrice's saying
Hell yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, but Kutty B like
Ho, no slow yo roll, bafoon to busy
Trying to zoom off into the upper room

Claiming they catha-lic, licking asses, off x-stacy
Weed and hashes, and hitz of acid, addressing me
Just 'cause I rap, bitch you gittin' nasty
Gone wit cho nasty ass pizazz ashy slash sassy B-atrice

Bianca's and Beatrice's are known for wetting matrices
And bending over in the ill positions
Bianca's and Beatrice's, they love the way I'm rapping this
I dig 'em then I plug 'em and I diss 'em

Bianca's and Beatrice's are known for wetting matrices
And bending over in the ill positions
Bianca's and Beatrice's, they love the way I'm rapping this
I dig 'em then I plug 'em and I diss 'em

Beatrices, means more than one Bianca they actresses
Bring 'em sex toys and guanjah we activist
Ain't no yes boys we monsters and macks at this
Bring your best noise we conquer

The fact is this, say you don't wanna when you want ta
Relax to this, Extc and Willie Wonka we slaps a bitch
'Cause me and my niggas are bonkers we stacks the hits
No coleco tyco or tonkas

Immaculate, give the muthafucker you honor a laxative
'Cause they boo boo biting paranas my gats will spit
Till you playa hataz are goners like maximums
I'm a gladiator for nah nah

My raps assist the beat that's disturbing you momma
They scrap to this, welcome wicked witness the trauma
So clap to this while you're puffin' your marijuana
Get back to this Beatrice's and Bianca's

Bianca's and Beatrice's are known for wetting matrices
And bending over in the ill positions
Bianca's and Beatrice's, they love the way I'm rapping this
I dig 'em then I plug 'em and I diss 'em

Bianca's and Beatrice's are known for wetting matrices
And bending over in the ill positions
Bianca's and Beatrice's, they love the way I'm rapping this
I dig 'em then I plug 'em and I diss 'em


17.Keep On Keepin' On

You muthafuckas thing we gonna stop keepin' on
We shall prevail
Muthafuckas fear what they do not understand
And what they do not understand, they try and destroy
Come on, now

I hear 'em whisperin' in corners, speakin' dirty talk on us
'Bout how we too grown up, that we unknowners
And my persona is rock 'n' rollish
Yo', nigga told us, every word that you quoted
Said I wouldn't be the one that sold it, but ha, we exploded

I'm that rap nigga that you heard with 2Pac, Sole
Lynch and Bo, Wake Up Show wit King Tech and Sway
Yukmouth, Thicker Than Water, Gang Related, Eminem
Roger Trout, MC Ren, nigga Spice-1 and them

Hit 'em wit a venom, send 'em down, kill 'em when I spit
When I get a bit of scrilla, Tech is givin' niggas shit
Love 'em, love us but the playa hatin' niggas betta split
It'll neva be another Tecca Nina when I quit

You better kneel when you hear a nigga that's real
I feel 18 when I bust from the grill
Because, if you keep it young, yo' song is always sung
So, street life taught me to keep 'em sprung

God sent me to kill, lyrical scripts
The miracle whipped, you demons and hatas who tripped
Listen, I really feel my Villainty real when he spit
Fuck them, plus, anybody they go get and shit

You can pray and pray for my downfall
When I rise like the sun, I ain't fuckin' wit y'all
I'ma keep on keepin' on, keep on holdin' on

You can pray and pray for my downfall
When I rise like the sun, I ain't fuckin' wit y'all
I'ma keep on keepin' on, keep on holdin' on

The storm consumes all the sun and moon fall
When you saw the mega morion, Gregorian Jet and Ru Pauls
Extreme case of blue balls 'cuz you bang got fruit all in his
veins
What I'm sayin' is I will reign, murder you, all in his name

Biss malla wit the fist in a pistola
Dismiss the kiss from a hiss giva
Wrist slita, male bitch or witch wit a twist
A glitch man abyss swimma, trick

I will never slide, never fall, never fail
Never the Devils side, ever call, never Hell
But I got these muthafuckas prayin' for my downfall
But the orange hair means time to clown y'all

Thanks to Jenny, I'll get the message to many
The circus is comin' and gunnin' wit plenty
I heard that Bakari got a poster of me burnin'
To get his earnin's concernin', not I killed him but he ain't
learnin'

Nigga, you couldn't burn me wit acid or in a firey pit
You couldn't burn in a volcano, where lava is spit
You couldn't burn me, if you damned me to Hell, where Satan sit
The only way that you can burn me is wit ya bitch, nigga

You can pray and pray for my downfall
When I rise like the sun, I ain't fuckin' wit y'all
I'ma keep on keepin' on, keep on holdin' on

You can pray and pray for my downfall
When I rise like the sun, I ain't fuckin' wit y'all
I'ma keep on keepin' on, keep on holdin' on

Why don't you niggas keep ya mouth shut？
Without us, you clout sucks, you doubt us and get ya mouth bust
We veterans and better then you young cheesy cheddar men
Bouncin' across the nation and you home watchin' Letterman

I'm the nigga that got 'em listenin', I know it's sickenin'
To know I'm the nigga got girlies coochie glistenin'
From listenin' to my shit and when I get her for christenin'
She splits again 'cuz I made her spit the nitro glycerin

I'm on you, callin' me a old negro
But I don't know a young nigga that could hold me though
Plus, the dough be low, average and I hold the glow
But they want me to fall, so they can say, â½I told you soâ

But if I'm mutli punks would say I just lucked up
Keep talkin' that shit, might getcha fucked up
You some Jimmy Rucker, Tommy Tucker type of muthafuckas
Glamorize and specialize in gettin' butt fucked

Niggas, think they dope, then gonna try to check me
I'm here to let yo' ass know you need to respect me
'Cause although you ain't sayin' shit, you gettin' on my nerves
I'ma keep on keepin' on, mufucka, that's word

You can pray and pray for my downfall
When I rise like the sun, I ain't fuckin' wit y'all
I'ma keep on keepin' on, keep on holdin' on

You can pray and pray for my downfall
When I rise like the sun, I ain't fuckin' wit y'all
I'ma keep on keepin' on, keep on holdin' on

They say I don't fit in
But I won't listen

You can say what you wanna, I'ma come up from a
Life from livin' gutta, I have to be no otha
Say what you wanna, I'ma come up from a
Life from livin' gutta, I have to be no otha

Keep on keepin' on, keep on, holdin' on
Keep on keepin' on, keep on, holdin' on

So now, do you understand？
Is the picture clear with ya？
Fuck y'all niggas


18.The Grench

Lyricist：Ronny Blache, Fletcher Levar, Laney Stewart, Aaron Yates

I hate you
Can't stand you
Despise you
Detest you

Look away from me when you see me
Never look into my eyes
Your infection crowds my daily
So this can't be paradise

When you walk don't come my way
And don't dare honk at me when you drive
I'm The Grinch, I smell your stinch
And it is you I so despise

I can't stand yo persona, the drama, yo marijuana, or yo momma
I really despise yo am a so comma I disapo who you honor
I see what you people can offer, I wonder what mommy taught ya
If it was up to me the G, I wanna sought ya, caught ya and then
offed ya

I hate what you become, hate you have your freedom
Hate watchin' your reruns, hate givin' you refunds
I call 'em, how I see 'em, when I see scum, I free from the
legions
Cerebrum, I see none, see your just really dumb

Hate seein' your whores, hate cleanin' your floors
Hate doin' your chores, won't be in your awards
Funk bein' your whore, hunks bein' of course, you punks being
endorsed Chumps being assured, dumped being divorced

To test you like a sickness, I bet you'd like to lick this
From Texas right to Memphis, built with ex dykes and glimpses
Of everything I hate, it would be great for you to skate off in
a lake
A beautiful fate, I hope nobody is at yo wake

Look away from me when you see me
Never look into my eyes
Your infection crowds my daily
So this can't be paradise

When you walk don't come my way
And don't dare honk at me when you drive
I'm The Grinch, I smell your stinch
And it is you I so despise

We're livin' in the cold age, road rage
Dark no sole, no way
Jose Cuearvo, there goes yo day
Every scare, everywhere, knows bogay

This life is too soft, haters more true talk
I hate the way that you cough, hate you when you blew off
You coofa, your crueler, so cool off
If we were arm and arm in handcuffs my arm I would rather chew
off

So many reasons why I can't stand you
The man who's scam is to ban you
Cram you in the can under land in Grand View
Damn you if you stand near my farm, I slam you
Sammain', champaign your family and you

I'm a monster when it comes to you, conquer every one of you
Trade tours, paid for, your neighbor
'Cause they whores, pray for, decor
'Cause your state will create race wars

Look away from me when you see me
Never look into my eyes
Your infection crowds my daily
So this can't be paradise

When you walk don't come my way
And don't dare honk at me when you drive
I'm The Grinch, I smell your stinch
And it is you I so despise

I hate you when you destroy buildings and kill millions of
children
From black white Chinese Sicilian, I thrill
When you feel sin, dealin' drugs to billions
Awaiting your death, miserable until then

I wanna put my Rebox and get on top of his esophagus
And watch the Appocolypse drop him in Necropolis
Never was menogamus, doggin' is, you're botherin' all of us
Gotta get loose from those to ex to soddomus

I hate what you stand for, hate all your scandals
When your life's baned for, I will not burn a candle
The way you live is not easy to handle
You vandals toss 666 in your blood sample

Yo, the world is very different now, no more hugs
Just shrugs and crips and bloods and drugs
Not see show no love, never we be equal
My name is The Grinch, this song is dedicated to the evil people

Look away from me when you see me
Never look into my eyes
Your infection crowds my daily
So this can't be paradise

When you walk don't come my way
And don't dare honk at me when you drive
I'm The Grinch, I smell your stinch
And it is you I so despise

Look away from me when you see me
Never look into my eyes
Your infection crowds my daily
So this can't be paradise

When you walk don't come my way
And don't dare honk at me when you drive
I'm The Grinch, I smell your stinch
And it is you I so despise


19.Freaky Lil' Things

(＊A. Yates, G. Rice, M. Calhoun Jr. ／ ＊Prod. by RonnZfromBerlin)


I've been around the world I ya＊
Freak so many girls I ya
The women I done seen I ya
Some freaky little things I ya

Yo, ya bet to know I gotta
Flex a flow about a
Sexy ho I gotta
Let ya know about her
Me next to go inside her
I repped the mo beside her
We did it show at Granada
Sexy dark chocolate
I think her name was Aua Young Scholler Halleljah
What I got to do to get inside the coller
So I took her back to the mo
She rode it like a pony
She was O.G.
Young chick it was better than it was supposed to be
Was a Mexican and Italian chick named Mexital Marie
For a minute she wondered about the chance she gets to wild wit
me
I'm ridin' with her and she had an enormous fart box
So we pulled over and I fucked it doggy style in the automatic
car wash
Later that date she took me to see bait
She bought a nacho plate
But only Tech N9ne got ate
The cerebellum was great then she sat on top of the snake
I didn't even see bait so with my other bitch I had to skate
I got contex
Plus I got bomb ex
So after Grant then it's Kutt and baby I'm next
So we can triple team up and fuck your spleen up
Between us get 3 nuts then you can beam up
Now ya sexual peak is met so don't fret
When I call you up and say what's happening baby it's Tech
I'm callin' to see if you down for heated sex
So we can flex and you can lick the barcode on my neck


Yo, yo she was a black gold, center fold classic
Chirped to Mack mode, that ass kept asking
Provalaks and a double stack bag of exstacy
It's on now exactly (fiesta)
I blasted (fo-eva)
Another mate I can check on chess was best for less dimeanor
A record exec for Techa Nina
Like a man wit no arms
But she let Kutty plow the peach sorta like horses do farms
A true charms tale
Addicted wasn't supposed to see the booty
but I lucked up and Dave Weiner gave Kutt a thumbs up (keep it
real)
From L-A-X to sunset
Trunks get the donks wet Beyonks let
Outta towners hunt sex for contest
Rican and black urinary freak in the sack (ol' what's her name)
Janelle used to let me skeet on her back end at the Grafton Down
to the Best Western
Let's turn this camcorder on time for some action


She was a supermodel
I met her in Miami
A video girl worl was candy
And she said i'm sour on the outside but sweet between the legs
A freak talked about what got her body hot
Like lokkipops and sheets
I replied like ma
I'm diabetic so i'm allergic to sweets
We continued politicing bout if I got a chicken
And her favorite way of all positions I listen to her talk
Mesmerized by her eyes and the glide in her walk
She was sent by Satan himself
Temptations prayin' for help
But couldn't help it still
Found help in two shots and a pop of a pill
We peeled on our way
Blue Fountain room 318
Close the windows and le me sin blow
Like a whirl wind smoked and joked about each others girlfriends
And it's still a secret mi amor forever ima keep this behind
closed doors


20.Runaway

(＊A. Yates, E. Hugunin ／ ＊Prod. by RUBONYX)


Yo, wassup baby？＊
How you been？
It's been a long time since I talked to you last
I got a question, you still with homeboy？
Y'know homeboy don't matter to me
I'm interested in you baby
We can creep
Y'know what I'm sizzlin'？
Just think about it baby, I'm tryin' to get with you for real

Might be some fun to runaway
This game is one I wanna play
I'm done, he's gone and run astray
No fun, the sun has gone away

Wassup？
This ya boy Tech Nina
It's good to hear ya, but it's been a minute since I seen ya
Fox demeanor
Gots to dream ya
Cause you stay blocked and locked with hops between ya
I know you got a man
I know you got a little on the side
But I was thinkin if you down for creepin then we can slide
You's a hot one
And you look like you need a top notch one
Ya boy couldn't win it with Johnny Cochran
I know he with you when it's cool
But I'm still tryin to get you to cruise
That ill behind and your lips and your boobs
Come get with a fool
We can take any trip that you choose
Forget that your dude is waitin while you twistin in the nude
with this
Boss villian ghetto true mafia
Feel you from here to Czechoslovakia
What's stoppin ya？
I need it and I don't think that I can deal without it
Strictly being real baby tell me what you feel about it

Might be some fun to runaway
This game is one I wanna play
I'm done, he's gone and run astray
No fun, the sun has gone away

I know you got time with dude and I'm new
But I'mma true
and I'm tryin to get into you
I know he probably give you big love
But I don't trip cause
Dude's cool, I met him at the strip club
Ya he's good for you
He keeps you grounded
While I pound it
Soft and wet is how it sounded
Leave you astounded
From the tongue dancin around it
That's the angle
Search for an angel and then I found it
Right between those eyes baby
I know it gets heated at home
But your homie Tech Nizzle can hear your cries baby
I know it's hell, I put out fires with this
Got him cussin on your pager and slittin tires and shit
You don't need that
You need positive feedback
Lift you're skirt up and throw you on the counter and eat that
L-E-G's back
Pull it out and I tease that
We release that
Have us a drink and repeat that
What you think？

Might be some fun to runaway
This game is one I wanna play
I'm done, he's gone and run astray
No fun, the sun has gone away

Yo, yo, check
I need a hardcore chick who can chill
On the rap side
Love, money, and keep her scratch-tied
So when your homeboy don't act right
Just remember my face is a permanent sittin spot for your
backside
I'm just tryin to kick it
Make up your mind you want N9ne to stick it
I'm diggin you because you fine and wicked
Don't want to miss it
I'm psycho sick wit it
Dig it
I slop you like a biscuit and I'll hop ya like a cricket
This is a - decent proposal don't ever hate on it
When I see somethin I want baby I'm never late on it
You ain't gotta answer now you can merinate on it
But before I go I got to throw this serenade on it
It goes
When it rains and when it thunders
If he treat you like a cheap and he runaway from ya
You can call me on the under
When you need someone to run to just dial my number

Might be some fun to runaway
This game is one I wanna play
I'm done, he's gone and run astray
No fun, the sun has gone away

So what you think baby？
You think you can do this？
You think you got the borders to do this with me？ (Hehehe...)
You know you're thinkin about it
I know you're thinkin about it
I see how you look at me
You and me exchangin looks over his shoulder at the restaurant,
remember that？ (Heh)
Ya, I know you remember that
Just creep with me baby, it's cool
We can kick it, y'know what I'm sayin？