1.Riot Maker／Enjoy
(＊A. Yates, S. Watson, A. Henderson, S. Landis ／ ＊Prod. by Tech
N9ne, Rob Rebeck, Tyler Lyon)
This song is dedicated to Brian B'zl Dennis＊
And all of the 57th Street Rogue Dog Villians
Real Riot Makers.
This one right here's for the Riot Makers!
The moshers! The stompers! The jail breakers!
We gon start this shit off right!
We got KCMO in the house tonight!
We gon start this shit off right! (Off right!)
We got Tecca Nina in the house tonight! (Come on!)
This is the moment for riders and thugs
Strippers in body bags, empassin violence and drugs
Poverty, a bunch of minorities die in the clubs
They say my music's makin 'em lose it, I write it in blood
This is my music for all my people missin my music
Keep listenin to it, and like I said, get a pistol and use it
Satan shot my homie Maintain with a missile and blew it
For the industry, cuz he was one of the truest..
I don't know why they keep pumpin it's somethin
Maybe in the music they wanna be bumpin
It's crunk and it's hella haterific
Throw your set up in the air is all the DJs really wanna play
When October is lookin bloody and Satanistic
Killas from everywhere listen to me when I be bustin shit
Then turbulence, don't get nervous when I wreck arenas
Concert promoters in Honolulu don't wanna see me
Cuz they say that Somoans will riot on Tecca Nina cuz I'm a..
RIOT MAKER! That's if you don't know... I'm a..
RIOT MAKER! They mosh at my shows... I'm a..
RIOT MAKER! And I come out bustin... I'm a..
RIOT MAKER! RIOT MAKER! I don't give a damn about nuthin!
I'm a sly dranker... I'm a skyscraper..
Riot maker
Hop in a mosh pit fa sho!
You push, you shove, you get elbowed!
Back on cuz this for Fat Tone and Mac Dre
All of the soldiers who got gone on that day
All my people's thats sittin in prison
This is for you so wont you listen to the shit that I'm spittin？
Fuck the law and the government they'll hymn yo ass up
They'll do everything in their power to get a fast buck
No right or wrongs, just killer bees out for your honeycomb
But you'll find out, when you bind out, you can be free if your
money long
Ever been to one of my shows？ Yeah, it might be crazy
In Ohio, that shit got a little too hyphy, baby
Stage diving and crowd surfing couldn't hold back
But they dropped her, now she's unconscious with her skull
cracked
Now when this happened, it wasn't even during my set
They wanted me to give a sign to post up the hospital debt
When Travis told me we got papers, I thought he was playin..
This bitch is suin Tecca Nina for a hundred grand! Cuz I'm a..
RIOT MAKER! That's if you don't know... I'm a..
RIOT MAKER! They mosh at my shows... I'm a..
RIOT MAKER! And I come out bustin... I'm a..
RIOT MAKER! RIOT MAKER! I don't give a damn about nuthin!
I'm a sly dranker... I'm a skyscraper..
Riot maker
Stand back if you frightened!
Yeah! Get back cuz we fightin!
I'm a skyscraper..
That's why everybody in my path is trynna get a little piece of
my paper
Man I swear, the Nina will never love them, plug them
when I'm rollin with Skatterman and Snug Brim!
It's Skatterman, cat, Strange Music's black sheep. (Why？)
Cuz I'm still countin money off the back streets
Every city, every show, I got to pack heat
This ain't no fucking rap song, check my rap sheet
I'm one of a kind, turn one into nine
Blow your head of your shoulders, dog, it's nothin but time
And I never raise my voice. You a bum, why should I holler on
you？
With a whisper I can drop a couple dollars on you
Sss..sss... sick them rottweilers on you
Killers bustin out the windows of Impalas on you
A made man in the streets, I made grams
Wrote lyrics about my life, dropped an album, and made fans
Now I'm chillin on tour with the redhead wonder
Do 57 shows in a three month summer
Any deuce bitch ass nigga fuckin with Tech
gonna be found in some park with his nuts in his neck
Like you ain't know, we put it down like this
Snug Brim, Kansas City, Missouri, uzi,groupies,doobies, and fins
Suzy Qs ain't no excuse for the sin
So watch your tongue, if you movin we come to shootin up at you
and your bitch
You just assume you tried the shoes, they ain't fit
You never knew that I lose you off in the section with your dude
in the ditch
Whether it's reppin dog, or movin them bricks
I keep it gutta little homie, look my records, see I'm doin it
big
As you can tell I ain't no regular nigga... I'm filled with star
qualities
I hang out with bitches thats naked... and watch the bra swallow
me
It's always solo, you can't fake it.. so don't try ta follow me
You still can't get back up on your feet... You right back where
you ought to be
I see you failin cuz Strange Music got it locked boy
Invest yo stock boy, Kansas City hot boy
It's really fuck a hata, some some weed, get ya papa
You can see me now or later, muthafuckin Riot Maker. Cuz I'm a
RIOT MAKER! That's if you don't know... I'm a..
RIOT MAKER! They mosh at my shows... I'm a..
RIOT MAKER! And I come out bustin... I'm a..
RIOT MAKER! RIOT MAKER! I don't give a damn about nuthin!
I'm a sly dranker... I'm a skyscraper..
Riot maker
We will... shut this muthafucka down
We will... tear up your muthafuckin town!
Since 1985... Six, six, triple eight, forty six, ninety nine,
three..
Welcome... to Everready..
Enjoy
2.This Is Me
Lyricist：Sammy Watson, Aaron Dontez Yates
In the world of BET, I'm looked at as 'Too Rock 'N' Roll'
In the world of MTV, my name is 'Too Gangsta'
Man, Strange Music, we got this, baby, this year we got this
one, baby
Red hair, red everything, it's Tech N9ne, baby, like it or not
Never been a harder rhymer in my region globally
That's holdin' me I'm totally hard and bossed up
Why you think that the majority of the rap musical authority
Sword me and barred and crossed up？
'Cause they don't wanna let the crazy kid in then
Spit his hymns speakin' a grim religion
Of rhyme, forbiddin' my isms are hidden
My mind, to written then spittin' the kid in
The N9ne is playin' you, slayin' you, sprayin' you
Permanently delayin' you, swayin' through, it's the gay in you
That's hatin' who somethin' that hella beyond does
I love Kanye, his shit is bombay but I'm rough
And you can see it in my retina that I won't be lettin' ya
Threaten us, better respect Tech, the messenga
Too dope on 'em for this to be history, listen it's a mystery
While they spittin' and dissin' me
This is me, this is me, I'm a king, I'm a clown
I'm a G, I'm a G, I believe what I want
Got you singin' my song but you're seein' me wrong
So what's the matter with me？
This is the belief, the belief
The religion has arisen from the deep, from the deep
Darkest prison, if you listen, you will see, you will see
If collision's your decision, you will reap what you sow
So forget what you know, this is me
This is Tech, brah, for years I've been the next
To collect a plethora of checks, let's get extra
Is what I set to, Travis let's go select the baddest
Rappers, infect the planet, leave 'em in extra
See I'm a vet, the powers don't really wanna let the best
Come and wreck your sets and test your sector
Instead of rawness like Inspecta Deckta
Eldest rather set they specs on Mason Betha
Slept on my records, if you knew my music's Hannibal Lecter
What the hell you callin' for Masta Flex for？
Don't pester me, I won't sweat, you be on a quest to
Investigate your tech ma, respect the
Shockra, tease in hop to these
Hot degrees, me and Mr. O apostrophe
Never listen to these pop pussies 'cause they suck
I love 50 Cent, he gritty when he vent but I'm rough
And you can see it in my demeanor
The Tech Nina will blast arenas, the grass is greena
Made it ma on top of the world, kiss me, miss me
This is me, can't you see？
This is me, this is me, I'm a king, I'm a clown
I'm a G, I'm a G, I believe what I want
Got you singin' my song but you're seein' me wrong
So what's the matter with me？
This is the belief, the belief
The religion has arisen from the deep, from the deep
Darkest prison, if you listen, you will see, you will see
If collision's your decision, you will reap what you sow
So forget what you know, this is me
The industry treat me like a ride on the short bus
That's why I'm tellin' the youngstas when you retort, cuss
And make your fort fuss 'cause you went up to Sam Goody
On F Y E with they money and you support us
Strangas, Shadys, psychopaths and Juggalos
Losers, shootas, college women and ghetto hoes
Rock it from precious dough, drop it, just lets it flow
Cop it, don't knock it, you blockers, stop at the record store
This is Aaron Yates, this Aliyah and Reign
This is for Little Donnie, this is for all Akoya's pain
This is for the sickness of Marty Sue
This is for all the love of Sara, Suzie, Aramay and Izeda Lou
This is for Ike and Ricky, Rufus, Rhonda, Barbra and Marla
really
This is for B'zle and I know that rest of my family is with me
This is my friends, this is the end, this is a G
This is life, this is wrong, this is right, this is me
This is me, this is me, I'm a king, I'm a clown
I'm a G, I'm a G, I believe what I want
Got you singin' my song but you're seein' me wrong
So what's the matter with me？
This is the belief, the belief
The religion has arisen from the deep, from the deep
Darkest prison, if you listen, you will see, you will see
If collision's your decision, you will reap what you sow
So forget what you know, this is me
This is me, this is me, I'm a king, I'm a clown
I'm a G, I'm a G, I believe what I want
Got you singin' my song but you're seein' me wrong
So what's the matter with me？
This is the belief, the belief
The religion has arisen from the deep, from the deep
Darkest prison, if you listen, you will see, you will see
If collision's your decision, you will reap what you sow
So forget what you know, this is me
Goodbye
3.Night And Day／T.E.C.H. Radio
(＊A. Yates ／ ＊Prod. by Seven)
Night And Day＊
Eheheh
Tech N9ne, Baby
Other rap is out commission＊
To the mouth they 'bout to listen
Do it up Reroute conditions make you bounce without permission
Check it out we 'about to glisten
Bring 'em out we scout them chickens
We don't need no strife in this cause life's a bitch
Never doubt we thizzlin'
Better triple lock your vixens
Cause I make them rock with diction
Let go inhibitions ＆ hittin' this one with all the fixins
So put the knife away party your life away
Hardly evil cause we the party people night and day
Night and day (we we we what？) Party palet
Party hardy hardy hardy hardy hardy hardy hardy
Life's a bianca, so me and Cali create the Funkra
Don't interput me during me mantra
Hunts for party chicks in Shreelanca
Past them hookers with fat ass like Ashton Kutcher we punk'd ya
Dash to liquor sto past me no Michelob bastard
Half on the Henndo ＆ Captain wit it cause we masters
Heineken bottles behind a thin model with collagen
Kind in Colorado benign like rollo she swallowin'
Tarantula with fruit punch vodka and cranberry
Sara cara terra bou lou so I can stand barely
Yeager bombs Goldenschlager or you can feel the pain
Of Cuervo Silver Patron Tequila, Dos Equis Corona Sapporo
Give me the Pies Porter Goldstofchen out of the bottle
Gobble the Malibu baby I don't mean to startle you
We do what we gotta do to get the party inside of you
I hit the party with 50 niggas we blood hounds
We come to kick it with bianca's and tear the club down
If these hataz trippin' cause their women love clowns
At the back of the club stickin' she making love sounds
Have women and we'll travel she will straddle
Saddle up bitches cause this is a real battle
I'm loving to palet rock ＆ roll even Sade
Playin' when layin' having our nasty little swaray
Party like it's your last day to get your last say
Take the pathway to ecstasy hit you the fast way
Get so drunk I might Just have to crawl to night
I'm 'bout to rock it shake it rip it up and ball tonight EEYAH
Take a look off in my eyes I come with no disguise
I'm the hand up Mona Lisa's skirt Imma big surprise
Gotta party right away we can hit your hide away
KCMO is just a flight away - Night and Day
Yeah
When it comes to partying
Strange Music, we the best (the best)
Eheh
We party all day all night, baby
Tech N9ne
Tip you bartenders, PUNKS
Drink till your drunk
With Tech N9ne
We the party people night and day
Living crazy is the only way
Night and Day
4.My World
(＊A. Yates, K. Mann, R. Easterwood ／ ＊Prod. by The Legendary
Traxster)
In a world of misery＊
Within this, three planets collide
Brother Lynch, Dalima, Tech N9ne
Bring you along for the ride
Wait a minute
I'm from the West coast Conference like Kobe or James Worthy
You could just call me King of the Valley, all I need is a game
jersey
Niggaz nuts and guts get served up
When I get it all spittin' up, mmm, serve it
Cut it up gut it up with cold cuts with another nut heated up
came dirty
I'll be off of that kryptonite
Turn them into liquid ice
Stain his jersey
Leave him in the back of the El-Co
Like Helter Skelter stick it to them like velcro
Nigga I'm a bitch killa
I'm a nigga that's quick to rip ya
Paint a murda pictur' witcha
I'ma jackknife ya strip ya that night
Split ya legs open and dick ya.
But then I'm into rippen ya guts
Eat your meat deplete with the meat clever
I did not see ya either
Fourth quarter receiver
Court order delete ya
Tech order to me
I'm bringing the seasoning
And a suicide note
Do or die low
Keys in the backseat
Cut necks I'm sexist rocked to get kidnapped？？？
Brother Lynch I'm neckless express this sexist
Welcome to my world
(Where hearts are broken and laws are broken, potions pulling me
closer)
Welcome to my world
(Dark's my ocean, my arc is floatin, but I'm living like I'm
supposed ta)
Welcome to my world
(Where hearts are broken and laws are broken, potions pulling me
closer)
Welcome to my world
(Dark's my ocean, my arc is floatin, but I'm living like I'm
supposed ta)
Welcome to my world
(Lyrical asylum)
Cause I've been dealin' with motherfuckers hatin' me for the
longest
Could it be critical, cause I'm lyrically flawless？
And if I'm heated I cannot be mentally cautious
(Could be pain)
From the flame
Only kid to be held accountable for making the change
To whatever regards I'd rather be (insane)
In the middle of the stage
I'm bustin' like a 12 gauge
You could never relate to a nigga that'll hang you up
Slip a couple millions up and fill your drink for ya
I'm outside with a fully loaded rifle
Undecided whether or not I could cut up your brains or guts
(I get spaced out sometimes)
And it's like I'm a heathen
whether or not you believe it
Everytime I rap, a motherfucker stop breathin'
Have you ever been in a dilemma for a reason？ (nahhh)
Well let me introduce you to the crucial upliftin' future (and
then？)
Recruit you and seduce you to the mutual group of (my friends'
souls)
Nigga you better get ready cause we done put together the
fettiest chemical frame
Energetic, well I embedded into your brain
Tech N9ne Dalima Brother Lynch
('Welcome to my would' in reverse)
Fight this phantom, your freakin' family will fall flat
Bunk Bianca's beat 'em black and blue with a baseball bat
I might be a small cat
But I won't use discretion
Hit 'em with a weapon
They be steppin' with a mallrat
20 minus 11 I make 'em all scat
Not prosperous now
Tech's not with his crowd
He's lost in his clouds
Rather be off'ed than soft with his style
I got hopes that my life might get better
But I've been broke so I might swipe your chedda
You better get ready to get me, I got a vendetta
Coming to get a brother weed and money and whatever
Nobody said it was going to be easy
But to deceive me and leave me in the dark
And buried off in Acropolis
One day you gon' see me on TV
You better believe we takin' over this
And never the opposite
Rewrite my life
Give me life in a fight
For what's right I'll liberate, cuidado
151 Rum is how we run from slim slums then comes diablo
I need a medic cause a murder energetic in the cerebellum never
tell 'em I got
One of the worst problems in the medulla oblongata you oughta go
in one hell of a shot
No more darkness
How did I start this？
Feelin' bizarre shit
Like kickin' your carcass
I am the ruler in my kingdom and my dark seat's hot
Step into my world and your heartbeat stops
('Welcome to my would' in reverse)
5.Little Pills
(＊A. Yates, S. Watson ／ ＊Prod. by Rob Rebeck)
Try to move right through it's like we'll never (it's like i'll
never make it)＊
Make it better (Gimme pills let me take it)
I can't change the weather (yeah)
And I'm goin' back to where i've been
Hope somebody lets me it
I need shelter from myself
If you could hear me please send help
It keeps on rainin' in my mind
Another storm another day
These pills will change my mind
Cause they don't make it go away
It keeps on rainin' in my head
Another storm another day
These little pills will change my mind
Cause they don't make it go away
It keeps on raining
It's over, It's over, It's over, I'm Sober
It's over, It's over, I'm Sober, I'm Sober
It's over, I'm Sober, I'm Sober, I'm Sober
I'm Sober, I'm Sober, I'm Sober, It's over
Can only see myself is anybody here (I ain't even myself no
more)
If you could be myself you'd understand me clear (Help pick
myself up off the floor)
And if I die today it would take my pain away
Cause it's flooding (Flooding)
And I'm drowing (Drowning)
But it just liberating me
Let's find a way to run away from full of pain and strife
What direction am I going I can't tell now
Mister 7-20 Nina tells me I'm hell bound
The IRS is on my ass for the check that I didn't cash
And the levy from child support felt like I fell down
So I'm looking for Ectsasy pills
Tech is the next to be thrills
Seconds from method we ill daily
My brains cooking the recipe will
Beckon the best of me kills
Sections of stepin' and i feel crazy
Hit the club in the night
With a little bit of drug in my life
And wish I lovin' it real height
Me I'm deliverin'
With my seeds out my sight
Seperated from my wife
In the middle of a crisis I'm hype
Shaking and shivering
Rolling balls I'm elated and going down numb now
Drinkin' liquor I'm faded and having fun now
Loaded gun and I'm trippin' with everyone around
Keep me stuck in the sky I never wanna come down
6.Fuck 'Em Girl
(＊A. Yates, S. Watson, M. Calhoun ／ ＊Prod. by Seven)
It's Friday night, just got paid＊
She's lookin' for a little bit of action captain to get saved
So you go straight to the mall and call your girlfriend up tell
her you bought a fuck 'em
Ggirl dress nuttin' less-more-than-a thinner-sinner-Chris Dior
fitter
You gotcha hair did or that there wig
Sho a fitter gotcha own sitter for that there kid
She's goin' out to find a thick stout to out her dig
That dress' fittin' catcher's mitten is out there big
Your manicured and pedicured up and lookin' like you wanna
Your man's hittin' your phone up say fuck 'em if you wanna
Lip gloss is on her blow that mirror a kiss and if your man
Gotcha stressin' put on your dress and don't listen and sing
I can't wait til I get there, step in the club lookin' playa
playa
Grab your keys and beat it to the spot
Where you guess you'll find you a nigga buyin' a two for one
special
Exceptional sexual healin' is what your cravin'
You're pagin' you but fuck how he's feelin'
Fuck'em girl, fuck 'em (3x)
It's your time to get out
No time for thinkin' of'em
Now this is a story, all about how these chicks get tricked and
don't know how
So I'd like to take a second and explain to them
How all this craziness evolves out of relationships, listen...
He never used to hit ya, he always used to treat ya
With some respect and dignity, and now he wanna beat ya
Six months done passed and he's changed
You never woulda thought he'd be crazy and deranged, huh
Just the way he approached was so sweet
He let you know you was far away from a (late night creep)
Mister telephone man when he what'nt with ya
Bobby browny and Whitney, you found you a new edition, and
In the beginning it was grinings from the sit down
Til he let you know that it was all on a bitch now
When, after you had you a baby, he wanna start arguing his
excuse to start
Sipping the Remy Martin, darkening this relationship
Now every lady grab yo bics if you relate to this
You need ta, get up out those drawers
And put on some lip gloss, throw on a thong
Now make your way to the closet and
Feel like I, was put here for the female species
Hella listening watching whispering offerings no feces
When the back is obese we double back and go deeply
In her life in her mind never hate but'll go extra time if need
be
Easy for me to connect so peep me
In the club I take her some place we can talk discretely
You're creep free definitely that heats me
Your body's wop bobba lu bop so hot baby teach me
How to get up inside it ride it, chakras are now ignited
That's a beautiful smile don't hide it
Getting Tech the n9ne excited
Stress free I bet she so Nestle
Wanna know how wicked the sex be don't test me
Drink your drink eat your cherry and tie the stem
This is your world mommy ain't said a damn thing about him
7.Come Gangsta
Lyricist：Sammy Watson, Aaron Dontez Yates
The spiked red hair and the, and the paint in his face
Whoa, hold on, man, Tech is losin' it, man
He's not as grounded as he used to be
Tech was a devil worshiper
Now have you seen a black dude red hair, long beard
I mean look, he look scary to me too
Man, that ain't Tech man, he sellin' out, man
That's, that's, he's doin' that shit for the white folks
That's white shit he doin', man
I've been writing for nineteen years for sure
Hate rules in these times, niggaz don't wanna see me shine
Stop me and then try to tell me, come gangsta
And then compare me to Nelly, where ya bang bra？
So this song's gonna tell me
So called gangsta niggaz who the fuck has always been the bigger
G
Hey, I've been bustin' and fizz-knuckin' bitches
It is nothin' for years puffin', I've been clutchin' riches from
his muffin'
Here's fuck you niggaz this is toughin' I
Don't know what the fuck you thinkin' tellin' me this shit is
hella fake
Say, since way back in the days rappin' the blaze happen
I raised raves craves the days was blade packin' and stage
saggin'
They's wackin' Nina stay laid back and I
Rap at niggaz constantly they never know the money Nina makes
Hey, this is amazin' how niggaz formulate they hatin'
You fuckin' fornicate your mistakin'
We can never correlate 'cause you fakin', huh？
Who's bringin' in through bacon, huh？
Who's keepin' this shakin', huh？
Got any questions Sinister Tech and Tecca Nina niggaz, know the
rest
Gay, is all you punks and Mitch Bades
Diss in your trunk won't get played on the radio
Two gangsta for an old lady, bro
Gangsta niggaz don't hate me no, wanksta niggaz won't face me
though
Talkin' shit and bunch my people tellin' me I really need a
vest, okay
I rep the town harder than any of you niggaz
Wherever I stand my bills the same punk
And you got the nerve to tell me
Come gangsta, throw your rags in the air
And know that nobody there will compare to your gangsta
Saggin' pants to the floor
Every woman's a bitch or a whore when you're a gangsta
Pack ya guns in the club if they shrug
And them thugs mean mug ya come gangsta
Is what they sayin' to me
I shoulda been done come with a gun
For the ones who bump they gums who the one
Said a nigga wasn't gonna make another record
Said I was wack and washed up, done
Said a nigga might scare little ones
He's a fuckin' nightmare, here he comes
With red hair and my face painted
They say gangsta Messy Marvin, Colione is so gangsta
But I really ain't gangsta I need to come up wit a gangsta
Scritch the scratch on my nigga Fat Tone is so gangsta
You need a bit of that gangsta, you need to hang wit a gangsta
Mr. Stinky Vigilante so gangsta, Brotha Lynch is gangsta
The Bigga Figga is gangsta, 57 RDVs are so gangsta
That nigga 50 is gangsta, they say
When you in them streets, creep, creep
'Cause some gangstas want a head blast 'cause I run with the red
rags
And tryin' to make the Feds flash, try to swipe my bread stash
That's that bullshit I'm gon' skip and try to go and get the
money grip
Okay, you niggaz kill me in Nosferatu vampire bit my shit
'Cause you niggaz feel me, surprised I got you right here with
my shit？
So you gotta be thankful to who？
By the way homie what's gangsta to you？
Money, dope and alcohol and plenty bitches all up on your dick
I got that
How can C-Bo be wrong？
How can Yukmouth be wrong？
How can Lynch be wrong？
How can 2Pac be wrong, bitch？
Come gangsta, throw your rags in the air
And know that nobody there will compare to your gangsta
Saggin' pants to the floor
Every woman's a bitch or a whore when you're gangsta
Pack ya guns in the club if they shrug
And them thugs mean mug ya come gangsta
Is what they sayin' to me
I've been nice to you rapper cats for a long time
I left Kansas City so them other cats can gon' shine
But it seems these punks are confused because I'm my own kind
But I'm back on deck 'cause Kansas City is who's throne？ Mine
This ain't no punk shit, nigga this is strength at it's finest
I made this shit so all you simps can rewind it
Meaning, you pussies who say this Tech shit ain't hard for real
And try to disregard the real, you mothafuckers is hard to feel
I get your death threats 'cause I'm the King, bitch
Money, groupies, drugs and alcohol and bling shit
But I stay ahead of the game and you punks is so lame
'Cause my mobbin' gangsta track will demolish your whole team
I've been with every rapper who's legendary
Underground to mainstream know that Tech is very hard
'Cause I bring the hater, love me 'cause I'm your leader
Bitches, they suck my peter, while I drinkin' margaritas
Niggaz get laid down, seven displayed sounds
N9ne the Crazed Clown, lines like sprayed rounds
This is for all you haters who don't bump my shit
If you say this ain't gangsta you can suck my dick
I might look like a Clown, huh
But you niggaz sound like a mothafuckin' circus
Fuck you motherfuckers
This nigga is the tightest nigga movin' man
I mean, Tech N9ne will demolish all you niggaz
From the stage show, to rockin' the mic, you name it
That's why I roll wit him, he my favorite rapper, real talk,
Tech N9ne
8.Caribou Lou
Lyricist：Troels Nielsen, Rune Rask, Samuel Watson, Aaron Yates
Yeah, it's like the ultimate party favor baby you know
Two cups will get her hot and out of her clothes you know
Caribou Lou
It's like 151 rum, pineapple juice and Malibu
Caribou, get them all numb, make baby girl come
Out of her shell and raise hell
Don't stop 'til the cops come
Half a bottle of 151, off in a jug one cup of Malibu rum
Baby, that's whassup？ Then you fill the rest of the jug
With pineapple juice and its cracking
The only defect is waking up like, 'What happened？'
I like red light parties and fed right bodies
Who like, red like Dolly and head right totties at night
Aribou kay, ou-la, terrible day
You paid the liquor store teller with no hair-a to braid
Touch, get the party jumping, keep the hotties humping
I like them thick and juicy, so don't Pilate nothing
Drinking to much Lou, you, you might be karate punching
Or at the back of the club, attending the naughty luncheon
Satin, Kool-Aid gives you hella 151, November dog
So run kitty run, we gon' drink it until we done
Diddy, dum, bum biddy bum
Here Kansas City, come so give me some
151 rum, pineapple juice and Malibu
Caribou get them all numb, make baby girl come
Outta her shell and raise hell
We gon' party 'til the cops come
151 rum, pineapple juice and Malibu
Caribou get them all numb, make baby girl come
Outta her shell and raise hell
We gon' party 'til the cops come
I see double, I see triple, might be trouble, might see pistols
We ain't trying to hear you hata's sucking on sickles
We living it up in two double oh sizzle
One to your maybro, unto your day go
Why I'm the one to drink you under the table？
And all the ladies that were doing time
Want you to become a member of my drinking club
You will find
(Tech N9ne)
Trying to tell her truly get nudie, yes, I even do L words
In the fruity bazoodi, like to drink it and yell slurs at the
movie
If I'm heated, I'm off to get a Caribou Lou to cool me
(Created)
By Tech nizzle and T-wizzle
One high day we mixed it up
And then I say we drink Caribou-bizzle like I ladie
Originated in Kansas City, Missouri since 1995 baby
151 rum, pineapple juice and Malibu
Caribou get them all numb, make baby girl come
Outta her shell and raise hell
We gon' party 'til the cops come
151 rum, pineapple juice and Malibu
Caribou get them all numb, make baby girl come
Outta her shell and raise hell
We gon' party 'til the cops come
151 rum, pineapple juice and Malibu
Caribou get them all numb, make baby girl come
Outta her shell and raise hell
We gon' party 'til the cops come
Tar bender, I need a drother nink
Release Caribou Lou and the party is utter kink
Insane mainy, keep 'em coming then I'll remain zany
'Cause I'da say baby, I'm trying to make you my main damey
For the rest of the night, girl, you sexy and tight
Come to me Casa and see these shock reflects and your right
Groupies at 12 o' clock, man, I'm prawl I'll go
(Ya, I'll recruit 'em)
But ain't betten on crap and that's all I know
Yeap, in my white tee and Nikes
You might sight me slightly heifing
Might see dry heave, die we shall not need IV's
Beside me Siamese
(Tech, huh, you not making any sense)
I might make her wanna swawing a prada
But once I get up on 'em I can do my thing I gotta
(Tech)
Hey, batta, batta, batta, batta, swaing a batta
He can hit, he can hit, he can hit swawing a batta
151 rum, pineapple juice and Malibu
Caribou get them all numb, make baby girl come
Outta her shell and raise hell
We gon' party 'til the cops come
151 rum, pineapple juice and Malibu
Caribou get them all numb, make baby girl come
Outta her shell and raise hell
We gon' party 'til the cops come
151 rum, pineapple juice and Malibu
Caribou get them all numb, make baby girl come
Outta her shell and raise hell
We gon' party 'til the cops come
151 rum, pineapple juice and Malibu
Caribou get them all numb, make baby girl come
Outta her shell and raise hell
We gon' party 'til the cops come
It goes 151, Malibu rum, pineapple juice
Baby, we having some fun, yeah
I'd like to give a big shout out to Caribou Lou
'Cause I'm drinking it and they ain't paying me for it
(Not yet, hah)
9.My Wife, My Bitch, My Girl
Lyricist：Ricardo Thomas, Aaron Dontez Yates
Real cocky
Real sloppy
Drunk at the club and y'all can't stop me
Super star style
Whoop the are pounds
Out the roof, scoop the group we be troopin' large crowds
Yes we are foul and we rich now
Used to be all of me, but it's all on the bitch now
They wanna get me stuck, they comin' into my world
It's too late I got my wife, my bitch, my girl
I was nineteen, met a nice queen
Car was light green, naughty as ice cream
But she too jealous nickaleas
Sort of ridiculous with the liffa kickin' it
We can never be inconspicuous, my bitch
Rolls with me, it's so sickly in love with me
But she give me Felicia 'ol hickeys
But go get me in the wee hours to get me slow quickies
So sticky, roll with my homies she so shifty, my wife
Married a monsta, carried a youngsta
Said if you cheated, it will come back to hunt ya
She said my filthy world, makes her wanna hurl
And that's my first verse, my wife, my bitch, my girl
Daddy told me that she wanna control the chick
She gotta go blow her grip
Because it's all on a bitch
One is no trip but two had just mo lip
But three I can't cope with
My wife, my bitch, my girl
Daddy told me that she wanna control the chick
She gotta go and blow her grip
Because it's all on a bitch
One is no trip, but two had just mo lip
But three I just can't cope with
My wife, my bitch, my girl
Got a nice anus and it's right, ain't it？
Can't really touch it durin' the day but in the night, tame it
Usin' fight language when she take inches
Great bitches gettin' busy on the weight benches, my bitch
Got a big butt, a big slut who get bucks
You might look up and get your chick sucked
'Cause she's bi sex, keep her thighs wet
Spontaneous I don't know what we gonna try next, my wife
Go a ghetto booty like Naomi, I'ma tell you like Jayo say
All my bitches havin' fancy dreams
And all my bitches wearin' apple bottom jeans
My wife, my bitch, my girl
Daddy told me that she wanna control the chick
She gotta go blow her grip
Because it's all on a bitch
One is no trip but two had just mo lip
But three I can't cope with
My wife, my bitch, my girl
Daddy told me that she wanna control the chick
She gotta go blow her grip
Because it's all on a bitch
One is no trip but two had just mo lip
But three I can't cope with
My wife, my bitch, my girl
If one's trippin', the other's for fun flippin', you coo
She run's limpin', you end up with funds missin', you foo
Come wicked your women become vicious and cruel
lose
Out of balance the playalistical values and lyin'
I done challenged the way of mystical powers and
I can silence an egotistical chick in a fight
I'm defiant with an evil twist my girl, my bitch and my wife
Ain't no bitch on this planet that is a match for me
They get sick and they stand it 'cause Nina packs the three
Have to be, crash to see if natural cause a catastrophe
Exactaly, my wife don't like me, my bitch get's hyphy, my girl
Might knife me twice just to spite me, my wife
If I break her heart, my bitch
It'll rip her apart, my girl
But I'm the smarter y'all, my wife, my bitch, my girl
Daddy told me that she wanna control the chick
She gotta go blow her grip
Because it's all on a bitch
One is no trip but two had just mo lip
But three I can't cope with
My wife, my bitch, my girl
Daddy told me that she wanna control the chick
She gotta go blow her grip
Because it's all on a bitch
One is no trip but two had just mo lip
But three I can't cope with
My wife, my bitch, my girl
Daddy told me that she wanna control the chick
She gotta go blow her grip
Because it's all on a bitch
One is no trip but two had just mo lip
But three I can't cope with
My wife, my bitch, my girl
Daddy told me that she wanna control the chick
She gotta go blow her grip
Because it's all on a bitch
One is no trip but two had just mo lip
But three I can't cope with
My wife, my bitch, my girl
10.No Can Do
Lyricist：Ricardo Thomas, Sammy Watson, Aaron Dontez Yates
Welcome to everready
Welcome to everready
Welcome to everready
The Religion
First thing I wanna say is
Y'all can't fuck wit us
Y'all can't fuck wit us
It's the one with a name of a gun
Look at me mamma what I become
It's a, monsta, gangsta, fast
But I want to, thank ya for the last
Thirty-three becuase everybody's heard of me
And if they say that I'm fakin' mama it's perjury
'Cause your son comes with thunda now
That's why they wonder why we headline when I'm underground
In this mainstream game my gang brings pain, to cowards
Said I'm done Cali give me the power come on wit it
You industry punks I hope you fakes die
'Cause most of rappers have a queer eye for the straight guy
Was that shit loud enough to hear
Loud enough to echo through the city and bust your ears
Patrick tried to sue us for a whole lot of bucks this year
Sell crazy somewhere else trick we're all stocked up here
Hey, I think I wanna say it again, y'all
Y'all can't fuck wit us
Y'all can't fuck wit us, no can do
Y'all can't fuck wit us, no can do
Y'all can't fuck wit us, no can do
Y'all can't fuck wit us, can't fuck wit us
Can't fuck wit us, can't fuck wit us
Yo, Big Krizz Kalico, tell 'em, y'all can't fuck wit us
Y'all can't fuck wit us
Fuck niggaz that got it in for me
But then the crowd's still got it's energy
Now, fool is fixin' be crowned through with foolin' around
Which is two hands and both thumbs down bitches
For the Bianca's and Beatrice's the Beatrice's is miraculous
You don't want to go on after us, no
This is a slip of ridiculous can't get with us flows
Actually a bit of babblin' liftin' your soul up
We all grown up and when we blown up
Don't get to frontin' I'll get you country boys nuttin'
You can cut us to thirty we stay on for an hour
'Cause them heads boppin' in the crowd's ours, absolute power
Main thing is taking over this mainstream
The game seems like they been waiting for a new A team
Ask Busta Rhymes, he said that nobody had the gift like him and
Spliff
But me and Tech N9ne, well y'all ain't fucking with
Y'all can't fuck wit us, no can do
Y'all can't fuck wit us, no can do
Y'all can't fuck wit us, no can do
Y'all can't fuck wit us, can't fuck wit us
Can't fuck wit us, can't fuck wit us
This beat make me wanna say hallelujah
Yo but instead I'ma say, y'all can't fuck with us
Y'all can't fuck with us
Okay this the benediction, now we got y'all listenin'
Just a fraction of friction from the act you was missin'
If you would actually listen you'd see whose ass you be kissin'
You're dealin' with one hell of a fella ya see
I'm 'Anghellic' but devils bring out the devil in me
I might pull the bullet so cover you see
A goody, goody get hoody less for messin' with me
This is my testament Tecca Nina been pressed against war
Simply done best to get next to it so I represent all
Grab your breast to this havin' sex next so pop your crystal
Crock ya legs a bit rock ya bed drop them drawers
Tis to men to the one you wan to take a stand to
You chumps in trouble we bout to bubble like shampoo
You might try but you can't do what Aaron and Sam do
You tryin' to ban who no can do
It's a celebration bitches put your hands up ya
Y'all can't fuck with us
Y'all can't fuck wit us, no can do
Y'all can't fuck wit us, no can do
Y'all can't fuck wit us, no can do
Y'all can't fuck wit us, can't fuck wit us
Can't fuck wit us, can't fuck wit us
It's not that y'all wack that got it so bad
It's that y'all pissed 'cause we got it so good
Welcome to Tech world
11.Welcome To The Midwest
Lyricist：Marquis Queen, Sammy Watson, Aaron Dontez Yates
The only real place to be
The middle of all controversy
West end of the Mississippi
Welcome to the Midwest
Pistol packin' and money mackin' rappin' about the city
Where killas keep it crackin', too dark and gritty back
In the dizzy jackin' was happenin' gafflin' many cacklin'
Now we packaging crack and the addict will pop
Kansas City, Missouri feel the fury of the inner city
Poverty stricken novelty spittin', follow me quick
Into the bottom, we gotta be thizzin'
No frickin' apology given you trippin' we lick a shot
You get ready to brawl hometown, breakin' a jawbone clown
You ain't a criminal, killa be ready to get up and fall on down
Look at the dark side full of the gangbangin' hookers
With choppers and the coppers they keep the thangs rangin'
You ain't gotta be killa gangsta to know that you can die
Tryna hide sides thangs fo the dough after the club
Get the skippin' 'cuz they trippin' off in the mo'
It doesn't really matter
Where you go, where you've been
Beautiful foreign lands you've been in
Gun play rains, summer and shine
Stay inside, you should be fine
I'll show you, follow me
Welcome to the Midwest
It's a city where anybody can cause you bodily harm
When you walk on my city, hardly armed
Hardly safe to show ya face, apes will erase
With lethal blades, blaze ya fo' the paper
Nowhere to hide on either side of the wild, the Gucci
The Prada, Krizz and the Millimeter follow'll holla, we scream
Go get ya some things go get you a thing, load it up
With hollow, ones light it up like a halogen
Look at the crime rate, no wonder why I hate niggas
Keepin' they people, I'm seekin' 'em when you leavin' 'em people
The bay they'll take 'em away if it ain't in the day
Hurry, get your people outta the cage, the Midwest
It's more than just a lil' chaotic and if we ain't got it
We plottin' of robbin' 'em for they chips
That'll be the nature of the beast to keep the peace
I keeps my piece when I'm in the Midwest
It doesn't really matter
Where you go, where you've been
Beautiful foreign lands you've been in
Gun play rains, summer and shine
Stay inside, you should be fine
I'll show you, follow me
Welcome to the Midwest
Hands up if ya wit' it, stand up
Did ya get it Midwest？ Do ya dig it we the shizer？
Damn tough, we can get it manned up
When ya make a big stress, hella wicked recognize us
Hands up if ya wit' it, stand up
Did ya get it Midwest？ Do ya dig it we the shizer？
Damn tough, we can get it manned up
When ya welcome to the Midwest
If you trippin' we givin' ya a lobotomy, cannibal
You Hannibal couldn't imagine my psychology
Poppin' better be the way ya thinkin' of stoppin' me
Get on top of me, quick 'fore I bring what I got on me
Click the money, the mackin', the murder is all that we know
With the sun and the black on the dirt I'ma gather me dough
Ya hustlin' maybe the place you can get it for low
Get ya package pack it gotta get it and go
Never walk in my city when alone better draw down
Move the babies out the way, catch a stray in the K-town
Boss in my city never crawl, never fall down
When the millimeter spray in ya way, ya betta lay down
Gangsta, mobstas, everybody knows
'Cuz in the town ya wanna clown
Around at the shows, pack the milli
'Cuz everybody silly, so get ready to hit the flo'
It doesn't really matter
Where you go, where you've been
Beautiful foreign lands you've been in
Gun play rains, summer and shine
Stay inside, you will be fine
Where you go, where you've been
Beautiful foreign lands you've been in
Gun play rains, summer and shine
Stay inside, you will be fine
I'll show you, follow me
Welcome to the Midwest
12.Bout Ta' Bubble
Lyricist：Aaron Dontez Yates
Dedicated to all the DJ's all over the world, man
One for the treble, two for the bass
Come on Techa Nina, let's rock this place
Tech's in the place, everybody get mainy
Punks betta' cuff yo lady, can't nobody tame me
Blame me for keepin' her runny eyed rainy
Ladies used to hate me, now they comin' out they panties
Girls on the jock, pocket full of socks
Got a fat knots, somethin' gone squat
Down, ducka ducka, down, down for the block？
Tryin' to be hot, but you flop
When you shot to the top but you not, dwam
I ain't never seen so much green
Than when I seen when my team hit the scene
It must be a dream, hit the stage, everybody holla
Gettin' throwed, rippin' shows, 'fo a bigga' dolla？
Father, I don't wanna leave nobody to blessed
'Cuz they greedy in the middle of what I do best
You finna' see me in the TV with a few guest
We bout to bubble baby, get ya waterproof vest
Bout ta' bubble, bout ta' bubble, bout ta' bubble
Bout ta' bubble, bout ta' bubble, bout ta' bubble
Bout ta' bubble baby, bout ta' bubble baby
Bout ta' bubble baby, we got ya lady
And drinkin' and smokin' and humpin' and likin' it
And drinkin' and smokin' and humpin' and likin' it
Yo, get ya ID, passport, state skippin'
All around the world, busy with the bass hittin'
We ain't come for bustin' heads, yo we hate trippin'
When we through rockin' the shows, man we chase kittens
J's on my feet, car full of beat
Trunk full of heat, Caribou in the seat
Frown, you can make us all clown in the street
Gimme the beat and we leakin'
No mercy for the haters that weep
On to the next, Minnesota to the Netherlands
Veterans, caravans, gettin' chedder man
'Round the world in a day, off in LA
Oklahoma, Dallas, Kansas City to the Bay
Everybody hyphy, the South really like me
Ill Bill got it where the East Coast invites me
Tech's in the air when the mood really strikes me
Hey, we bout ta' bubble so embedded in your psyche
Bout ta' bubble, bout ta' bubble, bout ta' bubble
Bout ta' bubble, bout ta' bubble, bout ta' bubble
Bout ta' bubble baby, bout ta' bubble baby
Bout ta' bubble baby, we got ya lady
And drinkin' and smokin' and humpin' and likin' it
And drinkin' and smokin' and humpin' and likin' it
Aye, B boys hit the flo' wit' it
Off in Jamaica let me see ya heel toe wit' it
Clown and crump wit it, A-Town stomp wit' it
At the set, jugglettes make they double D's jump to this
House on the hill, hella tip drills
Paul Wall said he'd do me up a red grill
Busta' Buss circlin' the 5-6 'ville
Forty water, he told me a lot in this business for real
Stormin' in Salt Lake City performin' for Mormons
Out of they garments before the mornin', I'm charmin'
Leavin' 'em torn, mess with the bull you get the horns
Nina gets with a beauty best, it's armin'
Misery's behind me, labels tryin' to sign me
Ain't too many who don't know just who the Tech N9ne be
If she lookin' for somethin' with a future so shiny
Kansas City, Missouri is where she gon' find me
Bout ta' bubble, bout ta' bubble, bout ta' bubble
Bout ta' bubble, bout ta' bubble, bout ta' bubble
Bout ta' bubble, baby, bout ta' bubble, baby
Bout ta' bubble, baby we got ya lady
And drinkin' and smokin' and humpin' and likin' it
And drinkin' and smokin' and humpin' and likin' it
Bout ta' bubble, bout ta' bubble, bout ta' bubble
Bout ta' bubble, bout ta' bubble, bout ta' bubble
And drinkin' and smokin' and humpin' and likin' it
(Bout ta' bubble, bout ta' bubble, bout ta' bubble, bout ta'
bubble)
Bubble
13.It's What You Thinkin'
Lyricist：Aaron Dontez Yates
We gon' make 'em slither dance to this one, Zilla
Everybody just
(Throw your hands up, what？)
All the ladies just
(Throw your legs up, what？)
All the fellas just
(Throw your cups us, what？)
And toast to the homeboys
That soften your girls guts, what？
Say man, she said she broke up with you last week
Now you trippin' 'cause your chicken went out and passed cheeks
And got a fast leak from Tecca Nina Katrina
Now she's right up for me, cocino while your ass sleeps
How'd I take her from you？ Oh, it twern't nuttin'
It's because your girly, girly know I earn somethin'
Now I got them legs over my shoulders
Holdin' my soldiers, swollen I can't hold my composure
And when I come to town, your woman come around
And plenty fun is found when I give her some of the clown
The Kansas City style got her yellin', 'Just gimme now'
You don't wanna hear the sound 'cause I'm doin' 'bout 20 rounds
If your girl's at a Tech show
(It's what you thinkin')
Feel like she let go
(It's what you thinkin')
You never get no
(It's what you thinkin')
Yeah
(It's what you thinkin')
Yeah
(It's what you thinkin')
If your girl's at a Tech show
(It's what you thinkin')
Feel like she let go
(It's what you thinkin')
You never get no
(It's what you thinkin')
Yeah
(It's what you thinkin')
Yeah
(It's what you thinkin')
She know you barely make it, we got crazy cash
On the movie set, me and my homie Baby Bash
Got your girl waitin' to get her world shakin'
At the Grand American givin' your girl spankins
'Cause she's a bad gal, she said she need a release
So she greeted with beats now, she's no longer sad now
I'm with your wifey 'cause she say I make her feel wanted
And by the way she never met nobody like me
At the Graft and laugh I'm makin' her stare at things
Cutty Cal Grese Chris havin' the paracleese
Got your hottie, naughty when she drinkin' them Cara B's
At Kidd Rock's and I'm off in a booth with Tara Read
Tecca Nina is not a coward, I'll jump in the shower
And bumpity bumb that rock girl if you doubt her
Ask freaky Adina Howard about her
She know we Scorpios lovin' to hit it for hours
If your girl's at a Tech show
(It's what you thinkin')
Feel like she let go
(It's what you thinkin')
You never get no
(It's what you thinkin')
Yeah
(It's what you thinkin')
Yeah
(It's what you thinkin')
If your girl's at a Tech show
(It's what you thinkin')
Feel like she let go
(It's what you thinkin')
You never get no
(It's what you thinkin')
Yeah
(It's what you thinkin')
Yeah
(It's what you thinkin')
I see you mad at me but my nad's happy
'Cause you losin' and now you wanna take a stab at me
She hangin' with me 'cause you foul, nigga
And I'm at the 4 seasons takin' her to eat Tao, nigga
That's T.A.O when I see a hoe
She's hooked when I let the instant replay go
She's bear now everyone's there throwin' wood at it
Man, this music's so unfair if you good at it
Come with us, women, it's so fun with us
Under the sun with us, from dawn 'til dusk
Come and give her the love
That make her wanna say hummdawala
Praisin' this craziness in Vegas
When I get up on the stage it's outrageous
Mandalay Bay with the right ages
Everybody get laid to this
I apologize if your heart broken
Keep a spark smokin' once the Ninna starts scopin'
She'll lie to you and won't blink
When it come to Tecca Ninna bein' with your lady
Don't think, don't think
If your girl's at a Tech show
(It's what you thinkin')
Feel like she let go
(It's what you thinkin')
You never get no
(It's what you thinkin')
Yeah
(It's what you thinkin')
Yeah
(It's what you thinkin')
If your girl's at a Tech show
(It's what you thinkin')
Feel like she let go
(It's what you thinkin')
You never get no
(It's what you thinkin')
Yeah
(It's what you thinkin')
Yeah
(It's what you thinkin')
Haha, it's what you thought, dawg
Your chick's wit us, Tech N9ne, Kalikeezy, Young Green
Why you keep doin' it to yourself, dawg？
Her jaws are full, get back, she'll holla tomorrow
14.Jellysickle
Lyricist：Aaron Dontez Yates
Hey, all you haters, stop
Man, this be this, what？
Rick rocker, T9, E-40, jellysickle, y'all
They hate it when you bubble
See 'em in they huddles always making trouble
What, who？ Jealous fellas, man
Fall up in the spot and from the jump they don't like me
Hat to the back and I'm felling real hyphy
I'ma star so I'm in with the belly pistol
That's 'cause the haters be sucking on jellysickles
That mean the cycle of jealousy's real thick, man
I'm feeling, it's 'bout to pop off real quick, man
But I ain't trying to have the fedas come and pinch me
'Cause he's plotting on my cheddar on my minske
Never tempt me the grench, so you better never
Let another knell, 'nother fella come against me
Off in Missouri it's jellysickle city jealousy
Watching and it aint the right stare, nightmares
Don't let me go and rock the red spiked hair
They hate it when I do that right there, yeah
Take a lick of this, what？ Jellysickle sickness
To much will make you sick, you acting like a trick, biatch
Take a lick of this, what？ Jellysickle sickness
Jellysickle sickness, you acting like a trick, biatch
Quit bumping your gums spark your tongue
Keep a real pimp game up out your mouth
If I get on your line and dump two on your spine
Like it a 80's drought, I'm about that Valley Jo
Po Po, be throwing tantrums, 'cause I live up on a hill
With a view on a acre in a big white who white mansion
I be all up in the dirty, where they cook them fried turkeys
Be up in Houston with Mike Jones and Paul Wall
You want that fast quota, I want that slow nickle
Everything I got, I worked for, so quit hating on me, nigga
Look at the trees, look at the sky, look at the moon
Look at these keys, look at my ride, I'ma tycoon
From the land of the gangsters and pimps and hustlers
Where a hundred will get you three hundred dollars worth of
hubba
Every time, I look around, every time I look around
Somebody done bit my style, wanna smile in my face
And take my place, hate but it ain't gone be no way no how, wow
I'm lit like a candle and they hating 'cause I'm hot like a left
sink handle
Take a lick of this, what？ Jellysickle sickness
To much will make you sick, you acting like a trick, biatch
Take a lick of this, what？ Jellysickle sickness
Jellysickle sickness, you acting like a trick, biatch
Take a lick of this, what？ Jellysickle sickness
To much will make you sick, you acting like a trick, biatch
Take a lick of this, what？ Jellysickle sickness
Jellysickle sickness, you acting like a trick, biatch
Jellysickle, look at how that jelly trickles
Down his elbows and you can smell those
Playa haters from Calabassas to Melrose
During his jail pulls and knocked him out of his shell toes
When I walk into the spot them suckas sucking on them sickles
Hate to see me shining get to tripping when they off they ripple
I get these rappers dripping jelly to the third degree
Most of them in my city never know me but yet they heard of me
At the BET awards, chilling with the federation
Never forget the woman at the door giving
Away the shoes didn't really want me to have 'em, man
I had a ticket, I had to grab 'em
Come to find out I was in a rhyme battle
A couple years ago, here's the blow
'Cause I rake up dough, she was one of the women
I left behind up at the wake up show
Congratulate me 'cause I'm a go getta
For sho' hitta, E-40 and Nina, some flow spitter's
But that don't mean you gotta hate
Jealousy's a sickness take another lick, mitch
You actin' like a trick, biatch
Take a lick of this, what？ Jellysickle sickness
To much will make you sick, you acting like a trick, biatch
Take a lick of this, what？ Jellysickle sickness
Jellysickle sickness, you acting like a trick, biatch
Take a lick of this, what？ Jellysickle sickness
To much will make you sick, you acting like a trick, biatch
Take a lick of this, what？ Jellysickle sickness
Jellysickle sickness, you acting like a trick, biatch
15.Flash／Your Descent
(＊A. Yates, S. Watson, M. Calhoun ／ ＊Prod. by Rune Rask ＆
Troo.L.S.)
Show day is stressful everybody wanna call gotta tell 'em＊
Naw sometimes sit up in a record store 700 fans man
Everyone signed and it get so hard telling 'em all
Please try to form 1 line with the playa hataz combined
I don't think you know, how much of a strain it's been
I can't explain it's insane but I wouldn't give up a thang
I live with the pain and resort to brain trippin'
I need a little release
Somethin' to stop my rage I really need me a moment of peace
So baby girl when I step on stage
Flash like it's Mardi Gras
Flash girl take off your bra
Flash talkin' to all of yaw
Flash this is a party call flash
This song ain't about your ass
But I really love it when you pass
If you're with me can we smash
My baby doll
I really love it (really love it)
I can see them from the front row to the back
And its beautiful I've imagined this
Since I was a youth, now that I'm old enough
Girls that are swoll enough grab your shirt roll it up
Even if you're A cup girl we can still play touch
If you're a B and C cup girl I bet you can make me erupt D cups
Be the ones that are driving me nuts big breast never trouble me
If you packin' a double D let everyone s. double E
Angelina Joli let me see those beautiful babies
I'm all about the tito's Ms. Jackson packin' 'em wholly Toledo
Missed the flash cause I didn't have TVO
Ask me who's fira playa Imma yell Tyra
Little sick in the head still got the magazine of Elvira
Life is so grand, when you got yo fans blastin'
Out their shirts flashin' their Lindsey Lohan's
I got a pocket full of Trojans
We can all get nasty if you flash me baby you know the program
Girls in the back come 2 the front
Cause we in need of cleavage and I been lookin' at you
You and yo homegirl
Let me see both of them now grab a hola them
Look what you doin' to me now grap a hold him
Such an odd sensation, you know the dogs been waitin'
For you to quickly take off your Vicky and show me your
augmentation
Silicon or saline either way puts me in a daydream
Talkin' 'bout it gets me way steamed baby girl this Regime
When you see me baby lift it up thinkin'
Im'ma miss it nigga what？
If I miss one back it up stit elur eht dlrow.
Tig old bitties lady, from city to city crazy
Here's your instructions, show me them titties baby
Travelin' for miles and miles
Girls gone wild love this peculiar style
So in order for us to get our heads right
We all need you ladies, to turn on your headlights!
16.Melancholy Maze／My World Intro
(＊A. Yates)
Yo＊
What up, sit up, get up wit' us killas
Enough niggaz to crush ya luck and bust ya' guts and liver
Hit with the Ruger and now ya' livin' off in the river
Watchin' this arsonist while a spark a bit of my heart
And bark Imma start the shit
Welcome to the bottomless pit
Animalistic
I know its hella dark in it
My world, is not like a regular life
We tote big guns instead of a knife
Hella grim night, the devil is in flight
He said a Beretta will get us whatever is in sight
You gotta job, I ain't got one
You got wad, I gotta shotgun
You gotta guard, I got squad
You here to work I'm here to rob!
17.Running Out Of Time (R.O.O.T.)
(＊A. Yates, S. Watson ／ ＊Prod. by Seven)
Pain (Pain) (What is it？)＊
Originally penalty physically or mentally sensations
You feel when you hurtin' distressed
A bit of anguish can bring you closer to your death
Cause of the lack of success now
Time, ain't on my side
Cause I'm tryin' to find my piece of mind and rhyme
But the catch is you got to have the paper to shine
If we don't I'm sorry, we might have to do capers do crime
Cause my mom is sick doc
I'm grid-locked
Dpilepsy and Lupus, Alfred Hitchcock
Couldn't write the suspense and shit on this block
Fist-cocked when I'm walking my lips locked
IRS and the child division they wanna shut a nigga down to the
ground
Gotta make this shit pop
Times a-running out (running out)
Time keeps on tickin' (we got to keep it movin')
Times a-running out (running out)
Time keeps on slippin' (we got to keep it movin')
(Slipping...)
Neva' like I cheated for the chedder
Whatever we gotta do to make it better cause I'm (running out)
Mama gotta get a better livin'
I got the power to bust (we got to do it movin')
Tryin' to get a milli and I really been silly
The pill in me killin' me so the devils (comin' out)
Lookin' for love an the demon neva lookin for love, I'm in lust
(I guess I'm truly ruined)
No matter what I ever do, Nina always gotta deliver
Never comin' out on top as the winner
Might have to take it back to November
'71 when I was the heavenly son
Now we run with killas who carry the guns
Marry the bum now I gotta marry the one
But I'm sick of hittin' the clubs, done (？)
The root of the problem
Is the root of all evil
The ones that hiss at the enemy
And the ones that ruined my people
After all this time
After all this rhyme
Still comin' to see me the fans takin' in all this all this Nine
And that's positive cause everything is negative I need a
sedative
You get her preg-a-nent they levy shit takin more money than
you'll ever get
I'm ready as ready get
For the capital out for your stack I'll attack for your fetti,
bitch
But thats petty shit
And if I grind I wonder how much time they gon' make me sit
It's like it's a trap： Rap
When you spend your scratch
And you get with a partner on the coast
And somehow you never get it back
And you can't go get him with a gat
Cause if you do that
The state will separate you from your brats
Chillin' with the killas and rats
I'm in a race for time
They wanna replace my mind
Skinheads, cops, gangbangers
And its all in the devils design
Just to get me
Gotta get the money quickly
Before my mother is a wonderful history
If I can't make it before that
I will neva eva forgive me
Racin' for happiness for that sunshine euphoria
But its melancholy
And its dim-foggy and dark like Fangoria
I'm tryin' to pick up the pieces that are broken beast is my
species
So I hope my mothers alive and me too when this album releases
But the time is tickin' and my kids are growin' up I ain't
blowin' up
I guess the bass in my music ain't hittin' low enough
Fuck that shit nigga cause my tone is tough
Shit that I'm doin's rough
Meetings with Atlantic, Jive and TVT can't come soon enough
{Singer：}
We do too much, will we make it？
We make money and they take it
Time (time time time) (runnin out)
For me an you what is we gonna do？
18.The Rain／Welcome Back／Party Hard
(＊A. Yates, S. Watson, M. Queen ／ ＊Prod. by Polyhedron)
I now pronounce me and music together from now until the end of
time＊
Always on the road, Doing hella shows
Day to day high and lows, but that's just how it goes
When you grinding, homie ain't no rewinding
Time but the family behind in this business that I'm in
I don't feel anything and it's hard remembering
Places and faces they think I'm what December brings
The day is just like moments turned to hours
All the graphs, sound check, radio spots and quick showers
Hit the stage and get so much love from the fans
Keep it rough with the fellas, but I make the ladies want to
dance
And still I don't think you understand what's real
While I'm with you with my wife another chance is killed
And my kids all three of 'em suffer in the worst ways
Cause last year I missed all three of they birthdays
So when you see me with me eyes full of pain
Give me love cause these are three of the reason why I call the
road 'the rain'
So here we are now (In the rain)
A superstar now, (In the rain)
So far now, (In the rain)
The Rain (I'm walking in rain)
I live my life like (In the rain)
Just for the limelight (Is it rain for singers)
My little girl said
Daddy (What's up), me and Reign really miss you
Not to mention momma always need a tissue
I saw your picture in the paper and I kissed you
I heard you won't be home for Halloween, is this true？
(Right after Halloween baby)
Yea I'm used to it
Why don't you teach me and Reign how to produce music
So we can travel everywhere that you're traveling
And be in the family, me and sissy fighting and tattling
I know you miss that, I know you dig that
Do your fans every wonder about where your kids at？
Is Donny really coming to move with us in L.A.？
Will mommy still love you and be with you everyday？
I gotta go now, I love you daddy but slow down
There's not enough Tecca Ninas to go around
Rainbow's crying she wants to talk to you badly
(What's up Rainbow, Baby)
I love you daddy!
So here we are now (In the rain)
A superstar now, (In the rain)
So far now, (In the rain)
The Rain (I'm walking in rain)
I live my life like (In the rain)
Just for the limelight (Is it rain for singers)
I love my fans
Cause they make it possible for me to provide for the Fam
The fact that my life is in shambles, they could give a damn
When it shakes then they chose it, fakes who hate lose it
They love my pain because it makes for great music
But in the interim this family matter is a tend to one of mine
Leave in January and come back when the winter come like：
Calling my wife when I'm in the rain and then end up getting
into a dumb fight
Cause she lonely, you try to console her but you ain't come
right
So it's about what and what？
You give them everything they need
But what they need is your presence indeed
Life yes has been a strainer
It's like if been a stranger
To my kids and wife
That's the life of an entertainer
More money to gain
More people to change
Swords deep in the game
The world's peeping my pain
Out on the road cussing for sure, reaching for fame
Healthy relationship you can't have them
when you're living life in 'the rain'
So here we are now (In the rain)
A superstar now, (In the rain)
So far now, (In the rain)
The Rain (I'm walking in rain)
I live my life like (In the rain)
Just for the limelight (Is it rain for singers)
19.The Beast
(＊A. Yates ／ ＊Prod. by Da Riffs)
Insanity at it's finest＊
Fire starter
Riot maker
Moon strikin'
Animal need
Bad seed
Untamable (Beast)
Everybody around me always thinks they know what's goin on
inside my mind
Think I'm Mr. Nice Guy all the time
How they say on Diary, you think you know but you have no idea!
Handcuff yo hoe
Get filthy must make mo dough
We will be shakin your flow
Come against me that's a no, no, yo
Cause I'm a beast
I can smell your women's rosey poonany on the dance floor all
the way in V.I.P
I'm a rapper, I can snatch her
And she will leave with me because of my stature
Everybody move, everybody bounce
Who ever the Nina choose we about to pounce (work it out)
With the 151 in the bottle
I call Hef will he let me hit this model in the grotto
I like, all women, tall women, and small women
You got to, let Tech Niz tease your chakra
Species release freaks please the monsta
Petit beast feez these G's will rock ya
Handcuff her busta don't trust her
Round these hustlas homie don't be a sucka
When your lover say Tecca Ninas a brotha
She tryin to say that I rushed her then crushed her
I'm out to get that money like a robbery
Now I got it all my enemies wanna clobber me
Squalor be harder we need dollars camaraderie
The hotter these collars be the larger the lottery
Need them tens twins
Gotta succeed spend G's, Ben Franks
Weed grim cheese in banks
Breed sin we win thanks
Hungry like the wolf indeed but I give
Money to my crooks that need to live
In terminals but from Kansas City
I miss home Cali is business but man it's pretty
I ain't lyin y'all
Monster for money for mine y'all
If I wasn't gettin' money I'd do time dog
You'll never see the N9ne fall
Big house, wood floors, maid cleanin the bitches with Pine-Sol
Friend this industry is no kin to me
Behold the flow of the century
But they scared of me
Rappers they don't compare to me
Far to be, said that they dares to be sincerely a rarity (Wow!)
Check the SoundScan, look around man
Wake up look at your Jacob you in killa clown land
Face paint and Juggalettes with bubble butts
And we rockin' plus the Diddy women in the button ups
Hands down we rock harder than Kiss
But rap we couldn't cris
But can I get two stomps and a clap in this bitch
Nina shot to the top cause a plots to get rich
Tell ya, executive
I'm next for this
Success it is
Yep the best for Tech
This aint Baptist, Pentacostal or Methodist
This is the Beast baby out I mean Exodus
I'm mean, and I will, destroy you, I am the Beast
20.Sleeping Beauty
Such a cutie＊
Sleeping beauty
It was a Saturday night me and my homeboys decided to dip to the
movies
And you know what？
Always on CP time
So we enter the theater and we find our seats
Kalico wanted me to get something from cossesion, so I did
So I'm waitin' in line and I get to the register
And I see the badest bitch homie (Damn)
I mean I was like fuck the food what's your name, nationality
and age baby
But I forgot the first two when she said she was, 17!
On the inside I was like, fuck, shit, godamn it, motherfucker,
ya bitch, whore, slut, cunt
When you gonna be 18？
And in the mints of my crisis I heard he say, 'Well I'll be
eighteen in a week'
And I was like, 'Oh yeah？'
And she said, 'Yeah'
Man she was a stallion
Ass like pow
Chest like bang
Lips like ooh
I had to have her cat
De ja vu
I'm in the movie and I don't give a fuck about it
I keep thinkin' about a bitch I met at cassesion
Really a cutie I wanna get up in her and out of her
But the identity sayin' she is one seven
For the movie I'ma go back and spit at her
Throw game at her like my name is Tech N9ne bitch
When I said it she went balistic meanin' she was with it
And lovin' my complex rhyme shit (Yes, yes)
I had it really an idea to get her back at the crib
And I'll give her some of the bad mimosa
The key was (？？？？) that I can hold her
But about the weekend on her b-day
We can wheeza
She does'nt know that I am s-i-c-k (Sick)
All she know is T-E-C-C-A
When your through with work your gonna go with me kay
(Okay, Okay, Okay, O-O-Okay)
I want you, Sleeping Beauty
I need you, Sleeping Beauty
So come on, such a cutie
I love you, Sleeping Beauty
Come right in baby, have a seat (Alright)
Would you like a drink (Sure, I'll have one)
And another, and another, and another
And then another, and then another, and then another
Very woozy
We up in the Jacuzzi
Beauty is juicy
The liquor must have been a dozy (Yes)
Cause she talkin' hella loosely
Tryin' to seduce me
But I ain't fuckin' no under aged groupie
But I was I fuckin' and suckin', buckin', crushin' and touchin'
And tuckin' my stuff in puttin' my bid in here
But she started huffin' and puffin' and talkin' bout nuthin'
The fact that I ain't gonna get no lovin' this fucker is pushin'
my buttons
Bitch with your fast mouth
I want you to pass out
Then I'ma get your ass out (Yup)
Shit she crashed out
Gotta get her out cause she'll be dead soon
Drug her to the motherfuckin' bedroom
Handcuffed her then I turned the music down (Knock, knock,
knock)
Then I heard a pound (Who is it？) (Knock, knock, knock)
Knock a lil' more (What the fuck)
Somebody's knock, knock, knock, knockin' at my door yo
Is there a problem officer？
(Yeah we got a noise complaint from one of your neighbors, uh
you havin' a party？)
Uh-no it's just me here man I'm a musician
(We know who you are)
And uh I'm scoring a movie that's my projector you hear and the
music's already down so
(Well let's try and keep it down)
Uh-I'll keep her, uh, keep it, keep it down, I'll keep it down
Hey I can hardly wait
It's gettin' closer to our date
It's been a couple of days I had to gag her
Back and forth to the bathroom I had to drag her (Come on)
Cause the drugs I'm givin' her makin' her stagger
Tryin' to feed her food but it's makin' me want to stab her
(Bitch)
With the steak knife I try to feed her steak with (Come on)
Okay when you starve to death don't say shit (Bitch)
Im'ma set it to the side till your hungry
I see that your energy tellin' me that you want me
She said I never knew that you were the wanabe psycho
Why you readin' to me from the bible (No)
Get away from me motherfucker I hate you (Hate me)
All the warning that gave me make me wanna date you (Yes)
Days go by
And I'm lookin' in her hazel eyes
And I wanna be a sex slave know why？
Cause your beautyful lovely (Yes)
Want you to trust me (Yes)
And never judge me (Yes)
And now do you love me？
(I love you, I really love you)
Oh, fuck
(I wanna feel you, I wanna touch you)
Oh yes, oh yes
(Take care of these cuffs)
Look at her sexy ass
Beautiful panty's see through like plexiglass
Rip 'em off of her like an animal mesh me clash
To the bottom put her hands on my ness tea bags
Heavy kissin' and heavy pushin'
And if this is heaven then I wanna stay
Lord please never take it away
Happy birthday baby this is how I'm gonna be lovin' ya (Yeah)
Then she put the steak knife through my juggula (Shit!)
Now as the blood trickles
My body wiggles
I'm lookin' up at my baby while she giggles (Ha, ha, ha)
I never thought it would end this way (Way)
This not how I wanted to spend this day (Day)
The rest we, we were so damn tangled (Yes)
I really guess my baby didn't like my angle (No)
I lye in a puddle of blood neck mangled (Damn)
I was done by the hands of an angel
In breaking news
Rapper Tech N9ne was found murdered today at the hands of an
eighteen year old girl
He is survived by his wife, and three children
More details at ten
We can't burry this man without prayer
There's nuthin' to pray for sir
He said there's a much better world than this
At least all you monsters say sir
21.Turn
Turn, The change of feelings or attitude＊
The change of intention
To redirect the point of aim
The reverse of one's feelings
To upset, or unsettle
We were the dynamic duo we were unstoppable
Musically I was incredible and made you a verteran
Was like a titanic you know you was inmockable
To the 'T' you would kill several punks and you were better
than, many
But it musta went to your head
Cause ever since you made it your ego what sits in the red
Sometimes I wanna put slits in your head
When you didn't come to Bryan's funeral I should've sent you to
bed
You don't even come around no mo
You don't invite me to your shows
You treat me like we ain't down no mo
I bet you ain't seen your son in months
I bet your wife is miserable, and lately you ain't the one she
want
Took you in and gave you shelter, made it til where they felt ya
Now I just sit home and watch you bubble like Alka Seltzer, sick
Awhile ago I wasn't concerned, you took my heart
As homie when will ya learn that you burn when you
(Turn) I can feel it in the air
Somebody's turning
(Turn) We live in a place so cold boy my fire's burning
(Turn) I'll keep my enemies baby close so I can see
(Turn) For I sit and watch my best friends turn they backs on
me, yeah
No one could tell me that you was against me (Nuh Hu)
I was with Kelly and you was with Quincy (Uh-Huh)
Nobody could tell us nothing in our city
If this was Cali, you was E-40 and I was Lavidi(Yes Yes)
Or Dre and Nate, (Yes) we was displaying great (Yes)
Pieces of music but only different sides of the gates (Yes)
Told you that I was leaving and to keep my girl company
Soon as I turned my back it was like humpity humpity, damn
I called you, asked if it was true and you lied
Boy I wanted to beat you black and blue til you died
Knew my lady was well proportioned
But you took it next thing you know she was having abortions
Wrote songs on how she used to stutter, stutter
I disregarded every word she uttered, brother
You stabbed me in the back you snake, better yet a worm
Took my lady homie when will ya learn that you burn when you
You're the lier, the cheater, the mistreater
Never come on the block if you stop and think why everybody is
hot
Using the buiser, watch what comes outta your cooler
Cuz if I catch you slippin' off up in the streets imma do ya
I made it so people in the city knew who you was
I'm the reason why the Kansas City streets got a buzz
You was broken through the city, not a block was listenin
Picked you up when you didn't have a, pot to piss in listen
Gave you a little money, put you back on your feet
Gave you your first record, put it off in the streets
Now all I hear is you're killing me in your song beefs
So I snuck up on you in the movies
And knocked you out your seat
'Til your next rhyme, there will be a next time
When you turn on somebody that helped ya get signed
Black hearted devil in yo debt is just crime
All these verses are directed to you, Tech N9ne
(Turn repeated echo's)
For verse 1 and 3
There's two sides to every story
Except for verse 2
I was wronger than two left shoes
I apologize man
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