1.Like I Died
Don't know how many damn times I've tried
Ay, got too many good things to say
So here's a message to mista DJ
Play my music like I died
(To the DJ)
Like the Nina ain't alive
(Quit the replay)
Like I took the long ride
(On my D-day)
Like everybody love my music
And the whole world cried
Ay, treat it like I was comin' from billings on the way to
spoken
And ya found me twisted and mangled inside our road van
Like it's so ugly the paramedics say 'Oh man'
There go techa Nina with no life but more fans
Like in hell or I'm in heaven, just fell in from nine eleven
Propellin' from high and dove in the concrete
Like my name was McVeigh
And I check the mail and a bomb beeped
Like having roset was dope and sell it beyond cheap
Like I was in the mood for set trippin'
Fights begin and ruggars get splittin'
Like my life is through and death slips in
Like there's no air left and my chest stiffens
Like I'm in the church and I'm preachin'
Lovin' the way sista look and afta service we creepin'
Play my music like we was in the telly deep asleep
Then got murdered 'cause her husband was the deaken
Play my music like I died
(To the DJ)
Like the Nina ain't alive
(Quit the replay)
Like I took the long ride
(On my D-day)
Like everybody love my music
And the whole world cried
Play my music like I died
(To the DJ)
Like the Nina ain't alive
(Quit the replay)
Like I took the long ride
(On my D-day)
Like everybody love my music
And the whole world cried
(DJ's)
(Bring that beat back, bring that beat back)
Like having super pneumonia with out taking my z-pack
Like me off in a seat function, flamed up witha a B hat
And I'm patten my pockets yellin' 'Wheres my piece at'
Like an ink session gettin' a snake in the back tat
Got a gun and kicked in the face and I ran to the back 'Skat'
Through the alley, under a ladder tripped over a black cat
Fell in the street, got hit by a Toyota with a hatchback
Play my music, let everyone know that I can rhyme
But I got shipped to Iraq and I stepped on a land mine
Like a wild bull let out the cage and it's ram time
My job is to be the circus clown but I'm damn blind
Like I had the Cuban, I accidentally called pin head
Like I'm matisyahu in a room full of skin heads
Play my music like I'm permanently in bed
I'm sure the DJs are with it when him dead
Play my music like I died
(To the DJ)
Like the Nina ain't alive
(Quit the replay)
Like I took the long ride
(On my D-day)
Like everybody love my music
And the whole world cried
Play my music like I died
(To the DJ)
Like the Nina ain't alive
(Quit the replay)
Like I took the long ride
(On my D-day)
Like everybody love my music
And the whole world cried
(DJ's)
Unless I left my vest and I catch the magnum
Like they let tech rest and toe tagged em'
After the beat him, tied him to the truck and clod dragged em'
Like I died of lupus, cancer, leukemia, epilepsy
M.S. or sickle cell anemia
All at the same time and the call is a slaign N9ne
Caught by a serial killer with a saw and its pain time
Guess it really does pay to get caught with stray
That's what it cost, what you pay in a way
That's all for the say
'Cause when you rappin' your ass off
Skill is they last thought realer than real spill
But you get killed and you blast off
Play my records like I'm takin' the big ride
Like a deadly virus killin' me inside
I know you sucka DJ's got a lotta pride
All jokes aside even though I'm still alive
Play my music like I died
(To the DJ)
Like the Nina ain't alive
(Quit the replay)
Like I took the long ride
(On my D-day)
Like everybody love my music
And the whole world cried
Play my music like I died
(To the DJ)
Like the Nina ain't alive
(Quit the replay)
Like I took the long ride
(On my D-day)
Like everybody love my music
And the whole world cried
(DJ's)
Play my music like I died
Like the Nina ain't alive
Like I took the long ride
Like everbody loved my music
And the whole world cried
2.In The Trunk
(＊A. Yates ／ Prod. by Ruben Armstrong：)
Threw her in the trunk＊
Was tryin' to smash
Get her cash
But her mouth was hella fast
So I threw her ass (in the trunk)
And even though she had a big plump rump
I threw her in an let the beat bump (threw her in the trunk)
2K11 ridin' solo
In the Benz on the twins hella low pro
Slangin' CDs out the trunk for moe doe
My mojo said, 'a thick bitch' so I go slow
I pull it over tryin' to get up on her bumper
Wantin' to crunch her so I said, 'baby my new CD is a slumper'
It'll make the trunk thunder
Girl your rump give me lumber
Up under the sheets I can put you in a real deep slumber
She said fuck Tecca Nina didn't feel her
Did everything within' my power not to kill her
Disrespectfull bitch I really wish that I can grill her
Light on my head said that put her in the trunk man you can
steal her
I put the hater bitch in a head lock, she flippin' out
I pop the trunk she crunk but I ain't about to chicken out
I'm sick and tired of bein' nice and lettin' shit go by
She said fuck that Tech N9ne bullshit so I
I'm bumpin' everything that beat like gangsta shap
I bangs the rap in her ear ti;; she gives thanks to that
Never take a prisoner where you hang your hat
I'ma roll around with her in the trunk
Poppin' that Tech N9ne slump till the little bitch faint
collapse
I'ma roll to Topeka
Tecca Nina'll reach her if I gotta double back to Eureka
Crispy flows through my teetas
Bumpin' this ring when I roll through atita
Wait a minute I think this bitch is trying to kick a hole
through my speakas
Get my gun then I open the trunk and said,
belt!
myself
Girl： OK, OK
do
Girl： {＊SPITS＊}
Hey, the hot sex was not slam dunked
Rolled for hours then i stopped right off vanbrunt
When a bitch talkin crazy like a lost mans chump
Shode say 'i throw a bitch in the god damn trunk!'
Hours turned to days
Days turned to weeks
Had to drill holes in the trunk so she can drink and eat
Whatever i stuffed through the holes
Hot dogs and ho - hos
Kidnapped on the low low
Spoke no mo oh no go slow there go the popo
I gotta ditch this b＊＊ch wit the quickness
Man i just remembered this benzo is lifted
From swope park
Thats where im bout to go dart
Let her no art for the evil bitch
And the brainless witch with no heart
It got so dark
Police are still looking for 21-year old Crystal Nelson who has
been missing since last Sunday.
Friends and family told police they thought this was yet another
one of Crystal's weekend excursions.
But after all this time, they're still worried sick.
It's been fun momma
Fed her my catalog like Adderall
Fucked up in the trunk wit rump
Is how i had her yall
In a ditch walked back to the trunk
Wicked is how i sounded
Whispered....bet that you love tech n9ne now bitch
'threw her in the trunk'.....
3.Blackened The Sun
I went outta my way to do music for you
I did shit with E40, Scarface, everybody
All your heroes, nigga, Yukmouth
All that shit now I'm about to do a it my way
I don't give a fuck what y'all think about me
Call me the devil worshiper, nigga？ You think that shit's bad？
Listen to this, motherfucker
How do I describe my pain
It just rains and it rains at the same time flame
I am bane, insane in my veins
No restraints can chain or contain me, I'm dangerous
When I gave you my light it was wrong, wasn't right
Ain't no love was in sight when I needed
So I run with the night in the songs that I write
If I be violent, then I won't be defeated
It's jet black in my brain
'Cause the hatred you gave me has turned me to twisted
You don't like this, suck my dick
All the kids with the sickness been waiting for this shit
I wanna get into the mind of your youngest
Fill it with fungous and grow it 'til it's humongous
Psycho alumnist, the tip of the tongue slip
Urgin' you punk bitch, eat shit from your dung pit
Everyone are you ready for doom
Because I've blackened the sun and I've bloodied the moon？
I bring gloom when I step in the room
With the fumes of a tomb I consume all the light in the day
Everyone are you ready for doom
Because I've blackened the sun and I've bloodied the moon？
I bring gloom when I step in the room
With the fumes of a tomb flowers bloom when I'm taken away
I've got this cloud inside that's consuming my mind
All the brown in my eyes are dissolving
Into the whites of my eyes now the night will arise
And I'm hype 'cause the beast is evolving
Step into my dreams
Lot of bleeding and semen and green rotted demons
And they feed their seeds collard greens
Filled with feces and cheese pieces of human cerebrum this
evening
Stay away
'Cause everything I touch turns to mold
If you want me
Everything I fuck, straight explodes
Are we there yet？ Are you scared yet？
Look at the pussy in your pants, wanna share that？
Let me in I'ma rip it then I'ma tear that
I'm tryin' to eat it, bitch, where the motherfuckin' hair at？
Everyone are you ready for doom
Because I've blackened the sun and I've bloodied the moon？
I bring gloom when I step in the room
With the fumes of a tomb I consume all the light in the day
Everyone are you ready for doom
Because I've blackened the sun and I've bloodied the moon？
I bring gloom when I step in the room
With the fumes of a tomb flowers bloom when I'm taken away
Heat swells, details
Everybody eat nails, sleep well
Held the gun, I come to attack everyone
You little crumbs all are done I'ma blacken the sun
All are banish it, damage it, can you manage to vanish
Cut you like Anakin man it, damn it and it's no panicin'
When I eat your soul, he's North Pole, that meaning I'ma be more
cold
Freeze more souls, 40 below
Piss lav and cuervo, plus habanaro, now chug it
Burn their heads to their toes, I will not spare those, I love
it
This is the result of you thinking not clear, callin' me wierd
Thinkin' I'm a devil so you niggas don't cheer
I don't give a fuck what you think of Tecca Nina this year
Everyone are you ready for doom
Because I've blackened the sun and I've bloodied the moon？
I bring gloom when I step in the room
With the fumes of a tomb I consume all the light in the day
Everyone are you ready for doom
Because I've blackened the sun and I've bloodied the moon？
I bring gloom when I step in the room
With the fumes of a tomb flowers bloom when I'm taken away
4.Show Me A God
Lyricist：Aaron Dontez Yates
Ey, my momma, my momma, my momma is so tormented
She been through trauma, mo' drama
The dawn is gone, it's more tinted on this side it gets out of
it
How does a prophet who love God as his father
Slippin' to get the bottomness out of it？
How come an angel gotta be sick in the pancreas？
Like she an atheist, maybe it's the faith that is makin'
This lady as crazy and has made me this sceptic
Next threat is lupus on top of epileptic never rested
Psychiatrist forever tested, reverend blessed it
Brethren, heaven, Tech is begging for effin' X-Mas
Hopin' momma ain't left an exit it better get better quick
How you let her get sick with bread invested？
In the church every Sunday I've been searchin' for one way
Or another, you're gonna have to curse me
Or burst me with a sun ray
To let me know that you're coming or en route
I'm 'bout ninety nine but I need a hundred percent proof
Show me a God, ah
I'm kinda feelin' that it is a facade
Show me a God, ah
And if it is why ain't He doin' His job？
Show me a God, ah
Even if it's a thing, a man or a broad
Show me a God please
Let me know something is listening when I'm down on my knees
Where was the passion of Christ？
What happened to passin' His life for the masses？
Bad, it ain't happenin' twice
'Cause my mother's stacked in a lab in the stagnant nights
I need Your help and I'm not askin' it nice
All in life it's been paramedics
All my life comin' up all I heard, 'Is there a medic？'
A young'n, all I could do is stare at it
Seizure after seizure, if I was You would ne'er let it
Be hereditary, if Aaron get it, I swear that it's scary
Sittin' in a insane asylum
God or God's ghost, man, I aim to find Him
To take away all of this angel's pain inside, come rain
If momma go how come I can't deny them？
And she only fifty four in a ward watchin' her war
And it's more blood and gore, she tore 'cause people are so
deceivin'
And I'm on the floor because with nor Lord
This war absorbs more poor havin' all the soldiers screaming
Show me a God, ah
I'm kinda feelin' that it is a facade
Show me a God, ah
And if it is why ain't He doin' His job？
Show me a God, ah
Even if it's a thing, a man or a broad
Show me a God please
Let me know something is listening when I'm down on my knees
Think about how all the victims of Katrina feelin'
They need a ceiling, they say that Mother Nature, she the
villain
And plead a million, the bible, I read a billion still I'm free
to see the real
And my feet are grillin' 'cause hellish heat is buildin' up
Think my momma ain't ill enough？ It's killin' us
I will erupt if the pill in her false 'til ain't no healin' up
Been searchin' for answers but I find nothin' but man stuff
That puts a damper on the current problem at hand, bruh
Or whatever it is I will never forgive
Anybody who take Marty better get her to live
She's so sick that it don't matter how much cheddar I give
To the thing or the lady here's a letter to His
Majesty, why ain't You stopping these tragedies？
My mother's glad to be with You but her life's been a raggedy
one
What's gonna be done in 2012
When hell's gonna be when the Earth's aligns with the sun？
Show me a God, ah
I'm kinda feelin' that it is a façade
Show me a God, ah
And if it is, why ain't He doin' His job？
Show me a God, ah
Even if it's a thing, a man or a broad
Show me a God please
Let me know something is listening when I'm down on my knees
I keep my temperature at 74 when I'm at the crib＊
And 79 in the winter time that's just how I live
But when the homies call and say let's hit the town
When we do them haters frown
Nigga turn the heat down
I know we skip the line
And bitches think we fine
I know you feelin drunk n tough
But you best recline
You don't wanna get stained
It's pain in this lane
I'm a check they temperature
They all up in my mix mane
Whuttup suckas
Ain't no lookin back
I just wanna know
What'chu niggas lookin at
I just come to kick it with the bitches
I ain't come for you
If you really want it
Yeah my homies got a gun or two
I take on every one of you
Whut'chu wanna do
Don't forget I got this whole club on my side
Trippin is dumb'a you
Stop, everybody whuts that sound？
It sound like a hater bout to get the beat down
With the quick
And why they wanna go n get me pissed
When they know I'm with me clique
And a real nigga like mitch he's slick
On this Hennessy, sprite and lemon
Fuck these niggas invite the women
Bustas wanna insight the grimin
Now ya gatta invite the crimin-als
Don't gimmie that bullshit
Nigga don't gimmie no looks
Ya better get over the shit
A veterin knowin'll pathetic
And let up fuckin ya hit me up kush
So ya better snap ya fangers
And then rock with it
Cause if ya chops spit it
I'm a let somethin hot hit it
Bout a hundred somethin
He looked like he wanted somethin
Remey had him beefy now he look like a honey bun or somethin
AYE why they always gatta trip with'cha
I'm mindin my bidness
Now I gatta check yo temperature
AYE playa hater man ya fixin' ta
Make me lose it if ya heated
When I check ya temperature
AYE Now I ain't come to play games
So why ya gatta go n make me check ya temperature mane
AYE N I guess we all gonn' bang
If ya heated when I check ya temperature mane
Kick it, stay fresh
Step out, in my sundays best
Bitches trippin you'll get slapped
Hold up wait, watchu bitches lookin at？
I'm callin askin why you askin bout me if for that liquor
She said cause she spittin' vixen in a mix of Tech N9ne and
Twista
Lip singing and quick sand
Flippin' bricks and gettin' chips man
Hundred grand they spick-and-span
Let louie v and my womens wet
Who is she？
Cause I been there
Who is he？
He ain't a threat
Who am I？
KC Boss bitch
Watchu doin？
Tryin to snap back
A hundred degrees
I'm heated
Eat it like it was your dinner roll
You've never been a friend to me
Bitch betta check yo temperature
I'll block you like rocky on cocky
Catch a lotta bombs
Try to knock me from my heiarchy
Straight down on calasackis
These poppies like that seed that
Hung from over seas
We g's livin in that clipse so hard
That stunday is a stootin star
What the fuck you hoes stand for？
Knowin you all are some scared hoes
Make me start a girl fight
Betta check this bitches fair height
Blowin niggas I'm BeBe
See broke niggas I Skeske
I'll choke ya head
Beacuse see they gon drop you like my CD
To tell you the truth we havin a ball
There's bitches all over the place
To Tell you the truth we havin a ball
There's bitches all over the place
There's bitches all over the place
Why is you niggas all up in my face？
I'm from the flipt a script and start trippin on them like
Whatchu niggas lookin at？
I think these niggas might need some glasses what they lookin
at？
I poodle tuckin it's tail I ain't ever been mistookin that
Plus I can read your game plan like my book of raps
Last nigga that tried it caught a ride n then he took a nap
Nigga sleep go night night
For fuckin with niggas that fight fight
And some of you suckas be hatin
Cause we shinin like some bright lights
T-Nutty your street buddy
Tech N9ne and the click
They betta act like they got system
Lookin at me n go get in a bitch
That nigga？
Flipt a script
And my nigga bow down
Straight from cal with a .50 cal wow
Ask around and they tell you blaow blaow
Ain't nobody trippin off of you
I jus wanna kick it and be cool
Half of these niggas are up in this motha fucka
Wanna be part of the crew
Cause they know we do the fool
Go dumb and act retarded
Don't ever like the started
But you can be our target
If I lose it open your mouth
For this thermometer
But check a niggas temperature
Slidin' off with your chick and smokin bomb with her
6.Demons
I'm an angel-slash-demon, man y'knahmsayin？
What makes me a demon is lust, I'm girl crazy
And that's why I couldnÕt keep my wife, y'knahmsayin？
And that's the lust demons living within me
And uh, but my heart, love big, y'knahmsayin？
So I know a lot of demons come to my shows, as well as angels
Y'knahmsayin？ A lot of demons, a lot of demons, a lot of
demons...
When I was one, and a two, and a three, and a four
I knew I was a special one who had a little more
And they wondered why I was plotting, rotten to the core
It was nothing but an itty-bitty demon
There's a demon inside of me! Can I kill it？ Hell naw!
Can I kill it？ Hell naw! Can I kill it？ Hell naw!
There's a demon inside a me! Can I kill it？ Hell naw!
Can I kill it？ Hell naw! Can I kill it？ Hell naw!
Yo, it make me wanna drink a lot, go up in the pink with not
This the reason I ain't at ease and currently on the brink of
pot
This the reason I sit at the window with the millie
Wishing a nigga gon' come break in
It is the reason I be freaking the women deeper
Loving making her silly because I done they friend
It is the reason I bang, it is definitely the reason I slang
Distributed the 'caine
The reason I'm super soaking in the pain... and starting to love
it
It's wanting to give me way more of it, they want me to lug it
through the mud
And thus the reason with happy people I'm disgusted
I'm talking about those things that make you do bad things
Living the evil up in the fast lane
Making me wanna have a wicked son
Beating the hell outa people making me mad mayne
Gave me the gun when I ran up in dealings in ninth grade, with a
slight rage
I was ice age, another reason Tecca Nina won't have any light
days
Voted me the King of Darkness, voted me to be really heartless
All up in my spirit they march, they making me start sparking at
the targets
Woke up today I was steaming, cause when I found out I was not
dreaming
Because the host that afloats me the most was a goddamm demon...
THREE 6 MAFIA!
See it's a demon inside of me and I'm thinking it's that dope
It's got me doing shit a nigga never even had done befo'
It got me kicking in the do' of folks I don't even know
Straight wilding, 9-11 time a fucking thousand
Buck like Berkeley housing, my Glock is so arousing
Make you stand atten-hut the way that bitch be shouting
Something like a scary movie, nigga but I'm scarier
Bury ya, Memphis Ten' Black Haven area
Buck nigga, get buck bitch, get with me
And I'm a show ya how this Triple 6 will get silly
Psycho, like no other individual
Glock with the red beam to keep you in my visual
Three 6 and Tech Ninna wet ya like an Aquafina
Desert Eagle, .50 Cal', tell me have ya seen her？
Pussy juice, still on my shit from this hoe I just raped
In her fucking husband face, shot him in his fucking face
This fish food powder will make you hype
Go into a bar, get into bar fights
Have you walking around all night
Looking like a fool like something ain't right
That ecstasy pill will make you feel it
Look at a bitch, girl you gon' get it
You wanna act kinda funny with me？
You can suck my dick till I nut on titties
Loritab pills, any kinda pills, Vicodin, Xanax, Ambien yeah
All geeked up, wash it down with a beer
Did it to myself, nigga it's your year
Nigga I party like a goddamn fool
Backyard barbecue, hoes in the pool
Jacked like a motherfucker, strapped like a motherfucker
This my life nigga so fuck you!
These funk niggas can't trust niggas
You'll get lit up nigga, get stuck nigga
These choppers buck nigga, nigga buck nigga
All in yo' guts nigga, nigga guts nigga
A liquor store gotta get the dough nigga
Walked in with the fo', get 'em on the flo' nigga
I'm so damn cold, I ain't tryna fold nigga
I kick in doors if you got to go nigga
Yeah we murder, put the clip in, check the list and put the hit
in
Kill him kill him, buck your children, kidnap her for half a
million
Juicy J yeah I'm the realest, in the game I'm gonna get it
Coke and weed and plenty women, yeah I'm out here making that
killing
Nowhere to run, nowhere to hide
Demon inside
Nowhere to run, nowhere to hide
Demon inside
You're one hunder-ed, we so hunter-ish
You're one hunder-ed, we so hunter-ish
Unga bunga bunga, ingda bing da bunga
It's fun ta hunt the cunt ta ding the ding ta feed muh hunga
I jump on a bitch, pump on a chick, crunch n munch on a clit,
dunk on a dick,
Somethin sunk in it quick, krump in it bit, humpin the Ninna,
bring the thunda
I be the king'a kung, up in ya spleen, the weenas on ya
I - eat it up like sufamunda, cheese between lisagna
I - skeet it up, n giddy up, fiend fa cream, va-geena tongue
Then feed the need, we lump fa huntas, easily we done ya／
The gal sho look like fuck food ta me, might as well, bitch, I
know you suck dudes for free
I can smell slit, when I'm in lust to a degree
If its shellfish I'm in the dust you is debris, trick.
If you one hunder-ed, we so hunter-ish
We come for the wonder chicks, whos buns're thick to make my
lumber spit
And my whole crew hunt
Want some'a that new chum
Kerri Hilson, sho looks good
Taste good too punk
You're one hunder-ed, we so hunter-ish
(？) take notice I'm approachin, scopin out where the cushion at
Snatch her out this habitat, soon as I stab my hook in that
Can't stop lickin my chops, watchin her walk, n now I'm look at
- them pair of apple Bottoms n that bomb donka that she put in
that
I got bottle full'a captain n jack, n I'm ready to get it
crackin,
Baby now tell me whut'chu wanna do
I got a package full a magnums thats back at the pad if you
wanna attack,
Then I'mma be strapped up for you
And all ya home girls, baby bring the whole hurd!
Its open season for pillow squeezin, n leavin toes curled
Inebriated, slightly faded, time to get it poppin
Pull u p the bus, open the doors, n all the bunnies hop in
Show me her naval ring, said theres one more underneath it
Tech I don't believe, Kalli whut you think？
(LET ME SEE IT!)
The newest member of the Drill Team
I'm on the prowl
Just a wiff'a the feminin scent I'm equpin for infinite pimpin,
its goin down
See baby girl, I'll beat it up, and put it in a headlock
When I snap n go primevil on that ass, makin the bed rock
You're one hunder-ed, we so hunter-ish
I'm a sexual preditor, better alert the neighbors
Cuz they desprite house wives, is just my flavor
Darth Vadar, pullin out my light saber
And they like my hard candy covered now and later
Spear chuck'a mutha (HEY!) I'm a hunta, gathera
Lookin for a super soaka n lofa ladderal
Bend'er over then ya stroke her, I mean ya stabbin'er
Get to pokin, get to strokin, I mean ya ravage'r
(？migowa？) I'm eatin bush babies right out the showa
Dine with me n N9ne, byin fine wine
We devour ya, carnivourish niggerish
I gobble the top ya like it was licorish
I even tell fat girls (HEY!) come here, are ya ticklish？
Dirk Diggler, might hurt'cha but might fit'cha
Honey want a hunt'cha just ta hit'cha
S'go on, take a chance, when I advance, don't freeze up
Somethin in ya pants I wanna beat up／ Cuz, ya-ya-ya-
You're one hunder-ed, we so hunter-ish
8.Killing You
I was born a beast
You don't wanna meet
I'm the worst, a lot of women see the demon in me
Still they want a piece／ They want me chronally
A lot of them really searchin for the seman in me
I let em know at the front of a lust demon that wanna be bust
kitty, be rubbin, I love many
They trust me with the cunt, I thrust plenty, n jump in the next
city, they wanted me, just kidding
But I can never tell a lie, if you looked into my eyes, you can
see that I'm a -
Angel
Demon
Lookin for the love in every thigh, makin you wanna cry,
spirit'll be
Strangled
Screamin
That, I'm a serial killer, when it come to heart break
Hate n the fury ya better (？cynic？) in the smarts makin
Everything wrong, everythings gone, so why do you say you will
for ever ding dong
That just will make ya much meana
Thats a mistake ta love Ninna
It sucks ta hate the one thing that makes ya come clean, then
breaks n just leave ya
I'm just a fucked up individual
I love lust, n crushin ya for an intervul
Plus bust a guts up in a centerfold
Eating the meeting up like its a dinner roll
Ya should'a kept away like I told ya
How can ya press to stay when I'm rove'a
I think its safe ta say that my face ta lay n I'mma waste when
I'm olda
So just step n gimmie the cold shoulda
Cuz I'm a mess, the Ninnas the most vulga
N I'm a threat, ya never get no close'a
My kiss is killing you, wake up n its ov'a
Why can't you see me, for the animal I am？!
I warned you!
Exposed my beast inside, yes dear you are willing to (willing
to, willing to, willing to)
You took my invitation in. They all told ya never to take me in
Why can't you wake up n see that I am killing you？! (killing
you, killing you, killing you)
I never knew why I had to be so cold
Inside'a me so froze, its gatta be no soul
Because whenever the lady want me in oath mode, I put on my
ghost clothes, n get on a close road
I'm tryin ta tell you that I'm sick in the insephalon
I thought I could do it but I'm guessin we can never bond
As long as I'm chasin the gold like a leprechaun
My heart'll be covered in coal ice n' Tefl-on.' (Teflon)
I'm sick wit'it
I'm brick wit'it
N9ne twist-ed it
Ten times outta ten if you lookin for what it stems, I can
guarentee that you gonn' find a bitch did it
But I'm takin it back, I wont blame it on you
Cuz I be the one that be gamin on you
Famous, n heanous, the pain in you, cuz I'm blatently playin n
laying the crew
I aint proud'a whut I turned into
All my fire keeps burning through, burning you
Up in the inside, I'm knowin the heat is concerning you
I don't know whats gonna become of me
All I can say is don't anyone love me
Because I'm a monster, I'm sick n I want'cha
But'chu better back up n when I (？)
But then again I really really need you
I want up inside'a you, I wanna bleed you
Get the last drop then I'mma leave you
Every last one'a you, yeah I'mma speed through
Clever n every lady wanna see you／ Open up wide I wanna feed you
Into the pit of evilness, I'mma lead you
I'M ANIMAL, TECH WHUT I'M LIKE WHEN I LACE YOU!
Why can't you see me, for the animal I am？!
I warned you!
Exposed my beast inside, yes dear you are willing to (willing
to, willing to, willing to)
You took my invitation in. They all told ya never to take me in
Why can't you wake up n see that I am killing you？! (killing
you, killing you, killing you)
9.Leave Me Alone
Where im at right now, I ain't got no tolerance for somethin
stupid, or hatred, or envy
If you bringin' any one of those, How bout, Leave me alone
They pray I'll free fall any day, Well I don't need ya'll anyway
Negativity give me nay ya fina hear me say
Just leave me right here with my henney, say my chicks are
plenty paid
Your boy check done blown, an still rep the home, but now I just
wanna be left alone
They wish death and my flesh and my chromosomes slept on my
songs
They need a little bit less Patron, and they holler the weirdo,
when i walk in the spot
The zeros pissed cuz they ladies wanna swaller my euro
They live in squaller and fear though, they daughter come here
though
She know I keep plenty Robert De Niro, you punks will never get
to see me let a tear go
Started Hatin the second i busted a mere flow, i just want you
to get some gones not near no
Negative energy that is a remedy, hey yo listen here bro
Stay away from me
Please stay far away from me
Leave me by my lonely
Just let me be
Stay away from me
Please stay far away from me
Leave me by my lonely
Just leave me alone
The hood don't play me huh, Treat my strange music like rabies
huh
They be sayin tech nina he crazy huh, but you want me on your
video
And cd, you elementary rappers are straight remedial, a.d.d.
I'm in my own world partna and you don't fit there
All your tech hatred has got you soundin' like a bitch player
And this is to multiple haters and I swear,
It ain't about a pass homie but if the shoe fit wear it nigga
It's a size N9ne, wanna step inside mine, it'll feel like you
died tryin
And you will know that i can't buy time, for you to catch casper
it's high time
You tried crimes against me cuz you couldnt follow the
guidelines
They say respect your elders, you best go tell the lord forgive
you
'Cuz what's next you'll fail ya, just leave me where it's less
your hell bra
Invest your mail to somethin' that sell 'cuz the tech don't
smell ya Tech gon tell ya
Stay away from me
Please stay far away from me
Leave me by my lonely
Just let me be
Stay away from me
Please stay far away from me
Leave me by my lonely
Just leave me alone
We be singular, numero uno ichibon, they want my doom and my
funeral psycho bitch be gone
Losin' my lithium quickly this chick done hit me don and bit me
on my finger tell trav to get me bond
'Cuz if it happens again, if it happens again, imma shhsah oh
BOY
I wish I had no problem with smackin a friend with a gat be
snappin a chin
But I got chicks that wanna get it in for sure
I'm takin' all the crazy ho's outta my lady mode i'm done with
the oldies
Nothin' but new shit in my radio, Leave me solitary cuz the way
she go is shady though
It's later for their ego no more tech n9ne let the baby know
All of ya need to try clit, and straight deny dick
Leave us alone cuz you mentally damaged
No try sick, I wish I wasn't a star and the gentleman would die
quick, so next time you trippin'
I'll flip and hit you in your eye bitch
10.Strange Music Box
Aww, Dwamn! Do ya'll realize what ya'll done did？!
Ya'll done opened up a can of sick ass!
And its about to eat yall quick fast, hey!
I've been hibernatin' in the deepest darkest part of Necropolis,
Now that I'm poppin' this top, yes, I'm the opposite of
monogamous,
Ménage, ya get offered it in this box a bit,
Hostile is gotta get twisted, I'm not with this Apocalypse,
Hollarin' Tech-Tech N9ne-N9ne Shit! I'm lovin' it!
I'm a drug to this grudge and it's with my covenant, I'll plug a
bitch,
Lovin' this mug is what the ruckus is, psycho thug with it,
Falling down like Micheal Douglas with the ruggishness,
Addadimean, they wonderin' why did I bring this side of my
dream,
The Nina's a horror machine, dolla for dolla, I balla for all'a
my green,
Nigga, my name is Inigo Montoya, I got a evil plan for ya,
And you're about to get dropped, this box is worse than pandora,
(Hahahahaha!)
They're gonna laugh at you, 'cause I had to do what I had to do,
Went tap on you like Shap'll do,
Beatin' 'em up and shootin' 'em up then stab a few,
Sad ya knew that you had your crew and they ass are through,
I'm killin' 'em and throwin' 'em back at you!
That's what's happenin'!
Strange Music Box!
Got us tappin' in!
Strange Music Box!
Bump That slap Again!
Strange Music Knocks!
Back Up, Openin'!
Strange Music Box!
Thats whats happenin'!
Strange Music Box!
Got us tappin' in!
Strange Music Box!
Bump That slap Again!
Strange Music Knocks!
Back Up, Openin'!
Strange Music Box!
(The Black Music Box)
See once they open my lid, I'ma give it to 'em,
Ever since I was a little bitty kid, I've been truly ruined,
I'm reflecting on what I did 'fore I ran into 'em,
I used to be a fat jerk, now I flirt 'cause the scent of a
woman,
Now I don't act like, walk like the nigga that you used to know,
Now I sing and rap about the Strange life, it's beautiful,
Tell it to 'em like a gen-i-ius,
Spit it out like I thought you knew,
Bubblin', hope you hear me thizz,
Prayin' to God I make it through,
Kali bad, Check my strange box of tricks,
Kaliko, alley cat, lyrical, watch his lips,
He can go really fast, slow it down, and stop that shit,
Or make it (Dumb) to make sure you niggas got that shit!
I'm just playin' with music, I'm the elite heat speech chief,
Play me and watch they feet turn Beatstreet,
'Cause I'm blowin' off they socks, The Freddie Foxxx out my box,
There's somethin' Strange goin' on in that box, Kali Baby!
That's what's happenin'!
Strange Music Box!
Got us tappin' in!
Strange Music Box!
Bump That slap Again!
Strange Music Knocks!
Back Up, Openin'!
Strange Music Box!
That's what's happenin'!
Strange Music Box!
Got us tappin' in!
Strange Music Box!
Bump That slap Again!
Strange Music Knocks!
Back Up, Openin'!
Strange Music Box!
(The Big Blue Music Box)
Spiderman, off of this lyrical Vicodin,
Off of this here we go, I get it ins,
Spittin' that petro, let go, Tech know, sets blow,
Come see about me nigga!
Figga this, I'ma get venomous, takin' out ten of us,
Niggas is sweet like cinnamon, wait, but then again,
I'ma pick up the pen again,
Bend 'em in half, blood bath,
Then I'ma laugh, then I'ma smash, the I'ma ask,
The I'ma blast first, them I'ma send him his ending, cut 'em up,
Fuckin' him up the rectum, I disect the man,
I'm try to eat the neck and hand,
Slice him up like a Mexican,
Seconds, then his body is fricassee, shit is bleedin',
You should see him, or you can be him,
I got dead human beings in the freezer, I'ma believer,
I ain't no Wally Cleaver, but I carry a meat cleaver,
I speak geek to people, I'm lethal, a little strange,
I eat it with cream of wheat and some butter that's mixed with
brains,
I'm the Coat Hanger Strangler,
Hangin' him up, he's fried rice, he tried twice,
He's dry ice, tell 'em Tech N9ne!
That's what's happenin'!
Strange Music Box!
Got us tappin' in!
Strange Music Box!
Bump That slap Again!
Strange Music Knocks!
Back Up, Openin'!
Strange Music Box!
That's what's happenin'!
Strange Music Box!
Got us tappin' in!
Strange Music Box!
Bump That slap Again!
Strange Music Knocks!
Back Up, Openin'!
Strange Music Box!
The Martini.
In movie terms, directors use this phrase to describe the last
shot of the day while on set.
The stories you are about to hear are true.
The names have been kept the same to reflect the Strange.
This is the Martini...
This is Sam.
He was so in love with her, but she was young,
So that put her off in a jam,
Though, she was sweet as a yam,
She wanted to explore other options with her man,
Straight sending Sam into a rampage,
And no matter what his fam says,
He's lost without this woman,
And don't wanna live any damn ways,
Now he's thinkin', that he ain't gon' live,
She ain't gon' live,
And the other man's mercy, he ain't gon' give,
This what love do, it cops a .38 snub to,
Knock on ya door, and take somebody that used to love you,
Rub you the wrong way, then it's blood true,
Love through, she's slug one and he's slug two,
Then on a rainy evening, with a panicked feelin',
Went to her home and looked through the window and Sammy sees
them,
The door's between her and the Necromancer,
And what you think is gon' happen if she answers？
Take a drink,
It's more than what you think,
I gotta let you know,
Don't plan on letting you go,
But if you have to leave,
That's where we'll end the scene,
This is the Martini.
Last shot's for you or me....
Yo, This is Isaiah,
I guess he was aight, say a,
Lady's man, all the women used to call him the KCI Playa,
Flying multiple chicks in, give the stick then dismiss them,
But somethin's gonna happen that'll twist him,
He fell in love with a beautiful black woman,
But he ended up having a couple problems with that woman,
Talkin' to other men, did it behind his back on 'em,
Facebook, Computer love, crept on the Mac on 'em,
Now he's salty, cause he found the woman he loves is faulty,
He told her at the very beginning 'Don't You Ever Cross Me.'
Now that she did it, he plans to do something unlawfully,
Get a gun off the street, because he was treated so awfully,
One bullet for her, one bullet for him,
Crimes of passion, ain't no more pullin' for them,
And the worst way, we broke apart, it really hurts lady,
I've gotta go, but yo, you gotta go first baby.
Take a drink,
It's more than what you think,
I gotta let you know,
Don't plan on letting you go,
But if you have to leave,
That's where we'll end the scene,
This is the Martini.
Last shot's for you or me....
This is Brian,
He was a rebel and stayed on another level,
And had no intentions of dying,
He loved Kim a lot, above them was not,
But a jealous ex-husband would love them to rot,
I guess he loved kim still,
His only thoughts him, them, kill,
'Cause he a coward motha fucka,
On Christmas Eve he broke in and waited in they house for hours,
Crazy mother fucker!
Brian pulled up with Kim and little Alissa in the car,
Saw a shadow in the house from afar and said 'Wait!'
Got out the car, opened the gate, walked in the house,
And her fucking ex sealed my nigga's fate.
That was my best friend, Bitch Ass Nigga!
Walked out the house and shot Kim right in front of Alissa,
Then he saved the last shot for him, blast!
Now you better hope I don't go to hell, because I'ma be on your
ass!
Take a drink,
It's more than what you think,
I gotta let you know,
Don't plan on letting you go,
But if you have to leave,
That's where we'll end the scene,
This is the Martini.
Last shot's for you or me....
Swing first, I'mma destroy - you a curse／
I'm a B. Boy
Cherried up, got em p-noid. Let the whole world know;
I'm a B. Boy!
Swing first, I'mma destroy - you a curse／
I'm a B. Boy
Cherried up, got em p-noid. Let the whole world know;
I'm a B. Boy
I watched Snoop doit. He let that blue flag hang
So watch Scoob doit. I let the brown rag swang
Middle Douce to it
Boy thats just a five six thang
Now saWOOP WOOP
That's how we rep this gang
I aint new to it
Vill I got that bang in my veins
'N I'm true to it, all I know is bang-in n caine
So get used to it, validation, now I'm with Strange
Oh you feelin' off the block with the center of them flames
I pledge alegencs to the flag, to my united hoods of damuatries
Was certified, around the town bangin' was so influencin' 'n I
met it with my heart,
A vendetta, in hopes of unity
'N left out with a family of 40 cal n a newer me
Douce clique represent red rag regiment,
Red-rum replicet rips run reckrence rest won't recommend refs
don't let you in,
Red Ryda Warriors we rectified the testiment
(saWoop) we
Swing first, I'mma destroy - you a curse／
I'm a B. Boy
Cherried up, got em p-noid. Let the whole world know;
I'm a B. Boy!
Swing first, I'mma destroy - you a curse／
I'm a B. Boy
Cherried up, got em p-noid. Let the whole world know;
I'm a B. Boy
Five ten, two thirty five, hell of a left hook
Niggas think the FEDs came n got me when they got west crook
A vet look, pull up stuntin', 'n get ya vet took
Or we can stand e mono e mono, 'n get ya vest whooped
Knuckle up knuckle head niggas been with this knuckle game
Still fuck with Scoob, Kutt, n Kalli, baby ain't nothin changed
(STRANGE!!) I ride for'em with out the paper work,
'N organize drive bys to have you n ya neighbor hurt
Or send a couple guys to have you n ya neighbor murked
To show you I ain't playin, fuck around, n knock ya neighbor
first
This Skatterman, pussy, more than just a verse, son
Who you think Tech gonn' call to make sure that the dirt get
done？
Red cap, red shirt, red shoe strings
My 45 is a bitch 'n I think she havin' mood swings
You think them boys got guns, watch whut you do bring
Fully auto AR 15'll wipe out the blue team
Swing first, I'mma destroy - you a curse
I'm a B. Boy
Cherried up, got em p-noid. Let the whole world know;
I'm a B. Boy!
Swing first, I'mma destroy - you a curse
I'm a B. Boy
Cherried up, got em p-noid. Let the whole world know;
I'm a B. Boy
Beats bangin', better bring it big or bounce bitch
'Bout to blast it n blood in back'a the black brick
Boss ballin' been breakin' bread n biquets bre
And Beautiful biancas, bideos, 'n bangas with big B
Now before brilliancs, blessed to be buildin it
Best in this bario, bane, 'n bizarre more bills in this
Bankin' this babies be blingin 'n his boo be the BIG booty,
Big bust, be in'is benzo bronze'll get big bucks
I'm a black babboon, bring me bags of bananas
Bonified billy badass with a brown bandana
Been gone on Bicardi, bulu, but I'm bout to be bigger bit
Better break if you bust up before I'm blowed n biligerent
Six Douce spreads big in it, I'm bloated n blimpy
Broads be blowin me in the back of the black Bently
Never been about no babbelin, I'm bringin no bootsy,
But I been in Bay with Big Von, like sha-boob-a-la-boopy／
Yo, it's the OG Bumpy Knucks, knucks, I rolls with them B-Boys.
B-walkin down, strapped up-up
You can talk that killa shit if you, my nigga spit it,
Guarentee you gonn' get clapped up-up
See I'm the beast, you the bitch, I'm better battlin babe
Me 'n the blood Tech Ninna saddled up-up
And for the record nigga, check mines 'n you will find that I
shoot legendary status, Leave ya fu-fu
C'mon. To be like Bumps you got to be a big ball breaker
Crack a nigga whole act, I'm like a jaw breaker
Knock you out, 'n hit them pockets like a cold hand
I'm bus' yo muthafuckin' shit, 'n I'm an old man!
They said my music was strange until I made me some change,
'N now they ridin' my nuts-nuts
Tech N9ne's out the window, you see my KC killas ridin by,
Ya'll niggas better duck-duck!
Swing first, I'mma destroy - you a curse
I'm a B. Boy
Cherried up, got em p-noid. Let the whole world know;
I'm a B. Boy!
Swing first, I'mma destroy - you a curse
I'm a B. Boy
Cherried up, got em p-noid. Let the whole world know;
I'm a B. Boy
13.The Warning (Skit)
The warning of the one who's coming＊
Sending divine authority
The prophecy says
That people will flock to him
He will give them false hope
And when he's in power
He will destroy everything
He will change everything with one voice
If that one voice can change one person
It can change many
Many can change a city
A city can change a state
A state can change the nation
The nation can change the world
What if he is the King Of Darkness？
14.The Pick Up (Skit)
It was a Sunday night around 8：30 pm
I was rollin' by myself in the Benz leavin to a park
Bangin' some of the homie fattone's classic shit
So I'm rollin down Maya Blvrd
Then I busted a right on prospect lookin' to be seen by a bad
bitch and whatdya know...
A stallion
Ass like
Chest like... (ooo areola!)
Lips like (blam!)
So I pulled right next to her on the corner of 63rd street
'Bout ta front like im sellin her my cd and said
What's sizzlin' mama what's crackin'？
Wassup cuz？
Uh na I'm just tryin ta sell u this cd
Na u know what you so fine I don't even wanna sell you this cd
I'mma give u this cd baby girl
Oh ya cuz？
What is this shit cuz？
It's my new shit baby
Is this some tech n9ne shit cuz？
Uh ya
Aw na I don't want this devil worship shit cuz
I'm good cuz
Anyway nigga I'm just tryin' to give u the goddamn cd
U know what I got some...
Na cuz
Na, na
No listen listen
Look hold on let's walk over here to my trunk
I got some new shit
Oh yeah？
Come come over here
I got some other artists
Oh yeh cuz？
You might like some big scoob shit or somethin'
Come come on come check this shit out
'ight let me check this shit out cuz
15.Pinocchiho
So i put my best foot forward on this night. Put a couple of
hands of grease in my hair in on my eyebrows and im so tight. I
wanna be with a woman and just this one but the taste of blood
is still on my tongue.If I could just eat food instead of her D
boobs, I want this one alive when the morning comes...
I just want to be a normal boy,
Just wanna be a normal boy.
If I only could just keep the women off my tongue,
then she can be my number one lady.
I just want to be a normal boy,
Just wanna be a normal boy.
If I only could just keep the women off my tongue,
then she can be my number one lady.
Oh please, oh please, oh please just give me just one more clit,
one more tit, one more bitch. What does It gotta do to get me
fixed？ Cause I gotta have this one in my mix. She's so beautiful
I would slit both my wrists if she split when she finds out that
I'm so sick. I eat women, i really eat women. They're really
delicious I gotta be knowin so I can make her the Mrs.
I gotta date with her so I can tell her my wishes,
Even though I'm a beast but she don't know that I'm vicious.
So I meet her at her place and she's so sweet.
Made me dinner but really want her meat
From her cheek, Maybe her feet. I'm tryin to be discrete, but I
really want to eat her out completely. Teach me to keep it away
from her, the eating and tape on her, the chewing away fingers.
Once she feeds me I'm lovin me tasting her. Can I just have a
normal night？ I just want to be the man to live normal life
normal wife keep her in the formal white, but the psycho
creature with the horn will bite. It's almost sun up now. I'm
getting done up, wow. Fellatio but, I found out she was
insatiable. She wanted me to do her too, don't want to see me
through her view, Cause I got on my knees, started doin my deed,
but then I accidentally chew her through.
I'm a nice guy
My lifes a light sky
So Much love I might cry
Not! Nice Try
I'm an evil seed and the day I sleep and the night fly
G.A.Z.E. in my E.Y.E'Z and you might die
I'm a horn dog, gotta lotta of the porn yall
Warned yall, I was straight born raw like Ornthall
But I'm way worse because he was cornball
I remember keeping him in my dungeon with a leather suit
And a orange ball in his mouth
I had some foreign bra's in his house
How did they get twisted and torn claws when in bout
Nine inches then I stuffed dorn draws in his couch
For now I let em suffer in the morn. all then its ouch
I have a devils haircut in my mind
That's why I be sucking blood and busting nuts in my rhymes,
I'm horny so don't ignore me if your semi-fine
Me and Gordy, Prozak love orgies and we in our prime and we
Can't hide the (horns)
And I must hide the (horns)
I live with the (horns)
So I die with the (horns)
If you fuck with the (horns)
Then you get the (horns)
So if you want the (horns)
Then I'll give you the (horns)
(Repeat)
Schizophrenic thoughts spin around my mind sorta like rotisserie
Spittin this wicked ministry to the beat of this rebeck's
symphony, with a sin for me
Separated by 6 degrees of greed for centuries
And hatred engulfs my sensories like hallow screams from
penitentiaries
This perpetuus cycle of depression intention remains bottomless
Even my psychologist said suicide may be the only option out of
this
And while the name prozak and insane seem to sustain synonyms
One half of me wants to engage in the fame while the other half
subsides monogamously
A vigilantly that sends deadly packages through the mail
Confusing law enforcement agencies cause I write death threats
in brail
With somewhat of a God complex sending the Arabs to the depths
of hell
I warned you, you were for warned, now witness like horns
unveiled
I'm taking you on a hell ride so grab those safety belts and
fasten 'em
Through the screams of tortured souls and eternal flames
crackling
Refusing to reap what you sow and wanna stop this all from
happening
This madness will continue until all of strange' goes platinum
I'm in the Desert sands of Bethlehem
Trying to get Jesus to get Mary in the manger,
And molest a lamb!
Don't jerk yourself off Jesus, use someone elses hands,
So where's those damn disciples,
He'd like to have some sex again!
I guess Young Peter's receiving,
Cuz Jesus fucked his ass.
Christ is an effin' fag,
He likes to dress in drag.
But hey I guess his Dad is just as mad,
God woulda never had a sissy for a son,
Bet he's regrettin' that!
But yet we still ain't accept the fact,
That he's fuckin' his mother,
And at the Last Supper, he confesses that.
He's an undercover, Male-Lover,
And oh yeah, Heaven's wack!
He don't want the Light,
Now I got Christ wearin' black!
See, I'm the Devil on his shoulder,
Yeah I'm that scary fat demon,
That'll turn all you hethens into scaredy cats.
King Gordy, the ANTI-Christ, God Killer (no you)
Before and AFTER Christ, I'm called a Sinner,
Muthafucker!
I was chillin wit a bitch
And I was noticing she was so sadistic
Wanted the Nina to bite on her nipples and twist it
Sucking me off until she lost all of her lipstick
You know how it is when you X-ing on like 7 of em'
Wit a stick of Sherm and Adderall, nigga had to love em'
Cause they get you lifted and thinkin you unstoppable
But what I'm bout to tell you is so fuckin' impossible
I started giving the bitch my dick
She loving the way my jimmy be jabbin it
Wanted me to cut her up, I said never
She said imagine it with the tip of her butcher knife
I think I took her life
This crazy hooker like pain, then I put her right
Fuckin' high, and it's insane how she look at life
She wish a nigga had fangs and he took a bite
I'm beating it up wit an aim what the pussy like
The pussy like to be banged like it took a fight
Then she asked me to smack her
Then she asked me to choke her
So I choked her
As a nigga got closer to the nut I choked her
Even harder as I when I rose up out the Chocha
She wasn't breathing, A horrible evening
Couldn't get her to breath, I really tried ta
Did all I could of but it wasn't all to the deal
So I had to call the ambulance over to come revive her
It was an accident
HA HA HA oooooooooooooooooooooo
It was an accident
HA HA HA oooooooooooooooooooooo
It was an accident
HA HA HA oooooooooooooooooooooo
It was an accident
HA HA HA oooooooooooooooooooooo
It as an accident...
I don't be finding trouble, It be finding me
I don't be finding trouble, It be finding me
I don't be finding trouble, It be finding me
I don't be finding trouble, It be finding me
I don't be finding trouble, It be finding me (played backwards)
I don't be finding trouble, It be finding me (played backwards)
I don't be finding trouble, It be finding me (played backwards)
I don't be finding trouble, It be finding me (played backwards)
Shit I was only 16, just showing off
Never would'a imagined the gun going off
I was just trying to show these niggaz that I wasn't soft
Stayed at 52nd street so that's what all these niggaz thought
Cause they was from hilltop, where niggaz pill pop
So I'm pulling up to the chill spot
Wit the steel cocked
Still not sure what I was thinking
And back then I wasn't even drinking
So I'm leaving Lincoln High School off Woodland
Headed to the hood to hang out wit all the hoodlums
Couldn't wait to show him what I was packing
Knock on the door, he answered like 'Whuuss Crackin'
I said 'Shit, just chillin, just me and my bitch'
'By my bitch, I mean that 450 sittin on my hip'
'Wanna see'？ He said 'yeah let me see'
I pulled it out and gave it a quick squeeze
I didn't know it didn't have no safety
Now this man is hit in his chest and he can't breath
Devil on my shoulder whispering 'Leave nigga, Leave'
But I swear...
It was an accident
HA HA HA oooooooooooooooooooooo
It was an accident
HA HA HA oooooooooooooooooooooo
It was an accident
HA HA HA oooooooooooooooooooooo
It was an accident
HA HA HA oooooooooooooooooooooo
It as an accident...
I don't be finding trouble, It be finding me
I don't be finding trouble, It be finding me
I don't be finding trouble, It be finding me
I don't be finding trouble, It be finding me
I don't be finding trouble, It be finding me (played backwards)
I don't be finding trouble, It be finding me (played backwards)
I don't be finding trouble, It be finding me (played backwards)
I don't be finding trouble, It be finding me (played backwards)
I see shadows on the road again
Wonder if they comin for my soul
I get trapped up in this mode I'm in
And will I every grow old
I member, them high nights
On x we find sites, to climb heights
Unheard to man we line white
Molly up it had to be non flight
Mix it with weed and wet it's chronkite, that shits beyond hype
Spittin somethin we be trippin' and seeing some shit
It's fuckin' up the buzz of me and the clique
So we hop up in the whip and flee with the quick
But the shadow make us swerve and we on the strip
Did you see the shit？ (ye I saw the shit)
Did ya'll see the shit？ (ye we saw the shit)
All agree that a shadow was crossin the street
Then immediately vanished we need a hit
I see shadows on the road again
Wonder if they comin for my soul
I get trapped up in this mode I'm in
And will I every grow old
Is it comin' for me because of all the shit that I did in the
past
Was bad to people
Mad and evil
If your the A.O.D I'm sad to meet you
Angel of death when I quit doin ex
Because of seeing you every night on the stretch
So I've been clean for three years
And counting still I'm seeing shadows will they scheme for me
To follow them into the pit of despair
Punishment for what I did in this lair
What if evil spirits live in the road
To take the kindrid spirits crippled up souls
I don't know how the spirit thing goes
Real or livin' in my fontal lobe
Will I be livin' life until I'm old
Or will I be takin' by shadows on the road
I see shadows on the road again
Wonder if they comin' for my soul
I get trapped up in this mode I'm in
And will I every grow old
19.Low
How could I be so down at a time like this
When I'm high like this
When the billboard charts, when your major tours overseas
When I fly like this
I've been thinking about the people that need me
They needy and all of the pain that I might miss
Sooner or later it seeks me reach me then bleed me
Deep in the rain inside my pit
I'm goin' down now, because my mom frowns
In a research psychiatric center without her son around
And I'm deep off in this hole when I'm out here rockin' shows
I should be hyped 'cause my life is so rock 'n' roll
But I feel like the Grinch mixed with Ebenezer Scrooge
Let the fever ooze up out of me clouded me never eager to
Let up when I'm in an interview
They probably thinkin' they gonna hinder dude
'Cause he be lookin' like he might offend the rule
Never intricate to remember blues
Because is always right here with the Hennessey and light beer
Let it enter me and fight fear, yeah
I know I quit but I started back, the homey called the gat
And my bodyguard Nicholas just had a heart attack
I'm sinkin' again, I'm drinkin' again
Drownin' and wildin' you breathin' again
Is easy to sin when you bleeding within'
Needin' the grin, cheese and recede in the spend
Lower than low, lower than low, that's how I feel in the morning
Lower than low, lower than low, that's how I sound when you
callin'
Lower than low, lower than low, I'm high but feel like I'm
falling
I'm sorry but I feel lower than low
My smile is forced, my style is warped
Morale is corpse now that my really good pound is torch
I'm just gone with the wind and I'm home with the gin
To the dome when I spin I'm a zone
'Cause the phone must be roamin' again
Another tone I'm alone now don't want me to spin
Time with I'm just mind this might find miss nine missed
I find my mind in this line dish
Dine quick, not even a second for mindless
In a middle of a time when the musics flyin' I've depleted my
kindness
Low like the grasses, low like po folks on Gratiot
I'm so below the casket, ragged pulse up the maggots
Why do I feel this illness？
I'm lookin' for somethin to come and kill this a little bit
I got my head in the hills cause the real shit
Is momma is sufferin' takin' pills with the stillness
And I feel it, I can't shake it in any case my space is the
basement
I can't erase my embrace of encasement
I'm chasin' hatred my taste not complacin'
So as I go to the flow the industry finally opened the door
But now I'm in the motherfucker all I feel is, low
I'm sinkin' again, I'm drinkin' again
Drownin' and wildin' you breathin' again
Is easy to sin when you bleeding within'
Needin' the grin, cheese and recede in the spend
Lower than low, lower than low, that's how I feel in the morning
Lower than low, lower than low, that's how I sound when you
callin'
Lower than low, lower than low, I'm high but feel like I'm
falling
I'm sorry but I feel lower than low
Wanna live in my world you have to have a Tech tat
Preferably the number N9ne and you gotta get it where the back
of you neck's at
Gotta let me know that you rep that, plus get you out of a death
trap
You need it for living cause I'm the king and I'm giving you the
permission to get with a no stress pack
That was ordos at chlorum acuse the old world orders post mortem
disfailure inhaling cell and delta
Watched it swell and swelter, till there was no male in shelter,
Yes I'm the one that provided ya shell in Hell and held ya
When your politicians were welters
So I built this structure just to help ya
So the communists can come and quell ya
They call me the King of Darkness, when I offer you no pain
Why would they label me heartless, when your love is my cocaine
And your soul is my rogaine, I have a thirst to know your brain
When you enter my domain gotta take this number for your name
But you don't have to drink cyanide, I'm gonna be right by ya
side
If we gotta take that riot ride, on the enemy adn defy your side
Fight for the place we're building, for the preroduction of more
children
Trying to get that number back around 6 billion, I'm gonna rule
until then
Founded this colony like a polgrim, anybody try to ptnetrate
this section or threaten we KILL THEM
What if？
K. O. D. O. K. O. D. O.
What if, he is, what he says he is？
The King Of Darkness!
K. O. D. O. K. O. D. O.
(Repeat)
xes lliw eb yrotadnam yliad ylthgin.
This, women need to be living by it
Stay fit n way driven paste it and dye it
I am the king killer captain crazed frigging pilot
Giving you these khaki pants and white shirt, that's what you
wear on my Earth
Eliminating your eye thirst to have any kind of desires
To envy material or admire, my way will extract any type of
divider
I'm offering this wider understanding of life and tiredly
blissfully vading friction and fire, cha.
The number N9ne will get you food, even get you tools
To build anything your family choose, but within my rules
All white shoes with red strings for all my crews
That lets me know you Tech's people listening inside my pews
Other dreams and the asperations,
This is the affirmation that you can reach him, and my world is
not a disaster waitin'
No bruises and lacerations, no choosers of aggrivation,
I'm just trying to save a nation from exasperation
It's not an exaggeration, I'm something more than your blood and
gore
On a level higher than devils or that of Satan.
What if？
K. O. D. O. K. O. D. O.
What if, he is, what he says he is？
The King Of Darkness!
K. O. D. O. K. O. D. O.
(Repeat)
What I did 'Anghellic' I was good and bad, straight confused
Then an angel turned to Devil Boy when the Reperation blew
Them demons had 'Absolute Power' when I drug abused
So the angels searched through the 'Vintage Tech' what they
found was the love was through
Then an accident would happen that made life unnecessary
So now receiving God, the angel was 'Everready'
But the 'Melancholy' strikes, the eleven angels mommy's life
So the 'Mizery' sat in the angels now becoming ice
As mom got ill and iller, when it hurts her he can feel her
To the strain of the pain made of bane there's no more angels
straight up KILLER!
My apologies, it's not very God of me, to go crazy and try to
teach the whole world 'Sickology'
I was then split in two, back to the beginning view
Angel demon cause the killer showed me death was overdue
But I gotta live for my kids, all the eveil stuff I did
Taught me to teach you, you can love then no matter how much
sluts you did
Or done, you met my demon back when I had that grudge
But I gotta let you know most of my spirit comes from up above
I'm mostly angel, and you know sometimes we fall
Living under God and I hope he's listening when I say I love you
all!
'He says he is the King of Darkness'
21.F.U.N. (Fuck You Niggas)
Are you ready for some F.U.N. tonight？
Ha, are you ready for some F.U.N. tonight？
I wanna have a little F.U.N., you wanna have a little F.U.N.,
everyone...
Let's have F.U.N., the F.U.N.'s begun...
I'm different, you can see the Nina from a distance,
My sick sense tell me you're hating on me again,
Persistent, jealousy, and resistance for my existence so I gotta
go for ya chin,
Workin' out, you can keep on workin out, but your chin ain't
workin out,
Now your teeth are burstin out, BAAANG!
Fowl thangs lookin how thou came,
So I gotta lift up the milimeter and eat them like chow man(e),
I feel like F.U.N., that's why I will never be thus a real live
one,
The kind of F.U.N. that make them pull a 30 round drum,
You givin' me negativity and really sound dumb,
When ya say to me 'You still rappin？ I ain't heard ya since '01.
'Don't make a nigga beat you down like showin up the Shogun,
Then have to glow son, I'm like the chose one,
And you not knowin when to respect the Nina makes it like so
F.U.N.!
Any time somebody come and disrespect I say F.U.N.,
When they trippin, look them in the eye and say F.U.N.,
When they get the picture they might go for they gun,
They been hatin' on me from day one!
F.U.N.'s what ya need to say (Fuck U Niggas)
Got guns on me either way (Fuck U Niggas)
That's F.U.N. everybody say F.U.N. (Fuck U Niggas)
Say (Fuck U Niggas)
Hey (Fuck U Niggas)
Alright
Diamonds on my neck,
Got diamond on my wrists pierced diamond in their lips,
So it's diamonds on my dick, that's yo chick,
Know when I rock the McRick spits sick,
She strips quick cause Ninas big shit,
And u say u ain't even heard nothin new played,
Since the calm before the storm and u don't like today,
That's the reason I gotta tell ya up fate oo yate,
And I'm off in El Paso fuckin' a bitch up in Guanalou Bay;
I'm straight F.U.N with it, u niggas done did it,
Dumbshit... is when ya compare me my nigga Young with it
(Cha) Now ain't that sum shit-it, we two different things,
With two different schemes, but be off on yo ladies tongue with
it,
And I have her so sprung, when ya hate for nothin nigga
We can get to bustin and puffin air out of your lung,
That's how the mole run, I be like so stunned
When u don't even rep respect ii so I go F.U.N.!
Give me my props nigga,
Who u know got them yellin KC, MO overseas makin Europe straight
hop nigga,
I need a answer man, u a cancer man, and I'm rockin shippers,
And Switzerland, and Amsterdam;
Ask Snoop Dog, he will tell you all that I'm too tall to be
studyin any of u goof balls,
So gone u never find Nina like blue drawls,
Except on billboard or Post-Star so fuk(e) ya'll...
I don't care where ya go all around the world, if u tell them...
u from Kansas City.
The first thing they gone say is 'Do you know Tech N9ne？ '
And u better jeff and say 'That's the Kansas City King, I love
him! '
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