Tech N9ne Album

(Intro)
Tech N9ne in this bitch (Tech N9ne, Tech N9ne)
Bout to make em dance once again baby (once again baby)
But this time, I'ma talk about one of my friends baby
(yeah) yo it's been long overdue baby (that's right)
Long Overdue (how we do it)
But you asked for it
So now I gotta give it to you, (give it to you)
Get Paid

(Verse 1)
Let me tell you a little story about this nigga I know
From the M and the O
A chemical nigga who says I got criminal flows
I'ma set the record straight for a second
Everybody knows this nigga is hot-headed
And due for a mic checkin.
You drew first blood in '94
Trickin with my baby momma
You know the one you called a ho
I'ma let you know
That if you take it back to the past
When I was squeezing hella ass and playin hookie
You can ask my bro, He will let you know
Back then I shared my pussy.
You was using music as a form of pursuing
Pussy sneakin in her bed and beggin for a screwin
Who the fuck is you foolin?
I can still make her make you put yo muthafuckin mic down
Straight interrupt yo show
And serve yo ass in her nightgown
Right now
Fuck the rappin, we can fight now
Tight style, Sell for miles
Change the name Vell to Vall
Call him Dame or Gal
Cause the way he came was foul
Nigga that's bitch shit
Tech N9ne you dissed it
But they missed it
Told me that you sold 200,000 with pride
But you lied, I don't mean to hurt yo feelings inside
But you sold 5,000 Nationwide
You a clown man
You niggaz think I jokin, go check the SoundScan
All I wanna know is.

(Chorus)
Why this nigga steadily savin his flows for me?
(He wanna get paid)
And why this nigga basin his whole life on challenging me?
(He wanna get paid)
Fuckin with 56 Villain get you shot up
Midwest side will chase em down with a choppa
Motherfucker thinking Teccanina gonna chop up
Something wrong with his medullah oblongota.

(Verse 2)
Yo
This nigga struggling to be the better man
Why fuck around with a tech milla meter
When you know the nigga is a clever brand
Naw, I ain't never ever seen the niggaz video
Cause It never ran
And you got the audacity to say Tech N9ne ain't a veteran?
Nigga, I wrote my first rhyme in '85 right
'86, '87, '88, name me Tech N9ne right
'89, '90, I was rippin hella shows, don't you even try cat
'90 through '99 equals 15 years and I done rapped with some of the best
Motherfucker can you buy that?
We recognize you wanna be the best rapper in Kansas City
That's small time
That's why yo shit will never be in the hands of many
My shit is clean and packs a punch pal
And yeah you right, yo shit's a sloppy hurl and drunk style
This nigga is failin in the biz
Bets step behind this
Don't know where his mind is
That's why the Nina's bout to tell it like it is
Tech Tech N9ne is
Kansas City's Finest
All I wanna know is.

(Chorus)
Why this nigga steadily savin his flows for me?
(He wanna get paid)
And why this nigga basin his whole life on challenging me?
(He wanna get paid)
Fuckin with 56 Villain get you shot up
Midwest side will chase em down with a choppa
Motherfucker thinking Teccanina gonna chop up
Something wrong with his medullah oblongota.
Yo, the fact is we both ain't makin no real money
And I'm blastin a nigga which makes the situation real funny
I'm beginning to see real deals, real scrill and real honeys
And you don't wanna get with a nigga that's sick makes you a real dummy
He said I worship satan and he worship god that's why we can't work
Nigga that's a cop out, bout to make yo eyes pop out when I whip my cock out
And say I seen you comin out of Roc house
This is the third round knockout
When you die and all ya piss, cum, and feces drop out
Tellin motherfuckers we bit (Let's Get Fucked Up)
From yo just locally hit (Bounce, Bounce, Bounce, Bounce)
Knowin the shit that we spit (Make bitches wanna fuck)
And make niggaz get on they grit (And yo shit don't)
We officially bumped heads at the Lou Ou
Niggaz are through now
Who growled at the Holy Temple Bandits Crew style
Niggaz are too foul
Sole and Tech, and you can bet you'll never see em wet
You sound like Chuck Rock, with a little bit of DMX
Now I'ma end this by sayin Regime Life and 56 Vil
Said Tech rappin on his shit payin for him and his kids meals
I feel bad for the nigga, so I'ma let it out
A gift from me to you, Ex-Cousin, Retalliate and go get breaded out...

(Chorus)
Why this nigga steadily savin his flows for me?
(He wanna get paid)
And why this nigga basin his whole life on challenging me?
(He wanna get paid)
Fuckin with 56 Villain get you shot up
Midwest Side will chase him down with a choppa
Motherfucker thinking Teccanina gonna chop up
Something wrong with his medullah oblongota
Fuckin with 56 Villain get you shot up
Midwest side will chase him down with a choppa
Motherfucker thinking Teccanina gonna chop up
Something wrong with his medullah oblongota
(Outro)
NIGGA
A gift from me to you, this what you wanted, retalliate and go get yo bread
(blows kiss)

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(Tech N9ne)
Anybody wanna go to war wit a nigga like Tech Neezle
We killin them evil people
Anybody thinkin evil is feasible
Need to go
Everybody that's baned for
I'm a killa wit a chainsaw
I'm a damagin mangar
The devilish death by an angel
Change all
Fuck a nigga
Buck a nigga
When he wanna get a piece of my Nina Amerikilla
Forealla
Gorilla like me
Tha mothafucka might see
Or might not see
That about me baroquely
You can lock me
In a cell wit a Nazi
Whiter than oxy
And he wouldn't wanna box me
When I'm finished
Demind is the minish to comin out blacker than a shocked lee
Numba N9ne
What
Complete
The heat
Release
The beast
For me
Defeat
Irregular
Secular
Right next to ya watchin tha beat
Have sex wit ya
Midwest in a
Shakin hella hands and kissin babies
Spittin that shit that'll make yo mom go crazy
In a warzone
(Can you repeat the words Be Warned three times so all your fears and stress
will no longer exist)
Be Warned, Be Warned, Be Warned (Backwards)
We mothafuckaz this is lyrical WARFARE!
Don't nobody wit Tech N9ne betta bust back like a mothafucka (OH YEAH!)
Anybody wanna diss Tecca Nina you know you mothafuckaz goin' (NO WHERE!)
Eleven eight seventy (O-N-E BOMB!)
These punk mothafuckaz betta (BE WARNED!)
I write the scripture to flip ya
No course to got you
When I ripped cha
Lyrics bit cha
Like nosferatu
When I lit cha
When I spit cha
Right before I shot you
El legua selam brock ma to allow what I betta got to
Feelin my heart hates my brain (brain brain)
Cause my brain makes me do things that causes my heart pain (Who's to
blame?)
Never will the Nina name any names (names names)
But uh mothafuckaz wantin Nina to sell his soul for the price of fame
Fuck that with a big dick!
Never will I get wit a mothafucka tryin to get the millimeter twisted!
Bow to me!
Six six triple eight forty six ninty nine three!
Will beware
On top of the world
It's mine! Look ma I made it!
Satan delayed it
But a higher power okayed it!
So I sprayed it!
Nigga nigga
WARFARE!
Don't nobody wit Tech N9ne best bust back like a mothafucka (OH YEAH!)
Anybody wanna diss Tecca Nina you know you mothafuckaz goin' (NO WHERE!)
Eleven eight seventy (O-N-E BOMB!)
These punk mothafuckaz betta (BE WARNED!)

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From the beginning nigga..
Its all Jesus..jeah..
Tech N9ne!! and my nigga Macc James...
Heh heh heh heh heh heh...
Straight bringin that mizery, mizery..

*Chorus*
Mizery when I see enemies, niggas be Kennedies (?)
Homicidal tendencies got mitch bade niggas on bended knees
Could it be that a nigga wanna bang 'cause I'm runnin with the gang that'll give a nigga pain, me and Macc James givin these bitch niggas a taste of Mizery
Give em Mizery(ry) Bitches get with me (me) Got my nigga M-A-C (C) Gonna bring em mizery

(TECH)
I'm high, yall drunk..I love bud..bout to hit em with anotha hit up out of the Mizery nigga nigga what!
My murderous niggas heard of this verb that I serve in this ssssshit..I shits word into the curb with this isssh (haaaf)
Mystic, might be twisted but bitch we got the shit gifted,
Mizery nigga, so what you givin me nigga,
nothin but witchery nigga, millimeter's the killa,
bow down to a nigga right now for the sound, hold up,
nigga came to the club and he found us,
???? tryin to down us,
I don't want that nigga Vell up around us..
You the Holy Temple bandit, nigga I'm a killa on candy,
Tecca Nina Ima be the omega believe Im that
bomb that landed on your set 'cause you call me Satan,
when I look at you I see skull chips dipped in ranch dressing, lemon chicken with a side of intestines,
induced vomiting backwards digestion,
torn ligaments with Ragu, garlic salt's meshin,
enormous hole in the ozone to affect my complexion,
frontal lobes fried in Wesson, nigga like me sick no need for no medicine.. Bishop & Keen (What!)
You betta believe you gotta leave
before you get a couple in ya belly..
Keena better strip in a whole nother city,
Bishop keep doing songs with R. Kelly,
Mentally you niggas can't even get with me
I done lost everything but my killing spree
Macc and Tech we be hotter than hickory
Killin delivery, livin in Mizery..

*Chorus*

(MACC JAMES)

KC Mizery, leave unsolved mysteries
For f**kin round wit my cheddar cheese
betta leave these G's alone before me and my nigga tech nina
Hit ya home, split ya dome
With the 4 chrome, make a nigga face melt like the ozone
In the mind of a psycho, what goes on?
Colombian necktie with no clothes on
Murder show's on, in the K-Town
I'm the type of nigga that'll beat yo ass down
Shoot you in the face as soon as you hit the ground
Hit a nigga, split a nigga, then give you a pound
32 rounds, packin extendeds,
Crossin my niggas is not recommended,
Tempted to put you in a life long body cast
You best guard yo shit when the shotty blast
More straps than John Gotti had
So sick I sleep in a body bag,
Droppin bombs like Saudi
Had to get low in a Lac on faulty tags
Talkin trash'll get you took out
Four niggas posted just to look out
Get grips like fierce and have a cook out
Let me show you niggas what me and the crooks bout
Thievin, schemin, seein demons,
Smoke so much you kill yo semen,
Psychoactive human being
Eyes so low I look Korean,
Head steamin, funk bringin,
Old school rida gangsta leanin,
James & Tech N9ne tag teamin,
Leavin all you fags bleedin..

[Intro]
He is cold as ice, He is cold as ice (Celcius)
He is cold as ice, He is cold as ice (Celcius)
He is cold as ice, He is cold as ice (Celcius)
He is cold as ice, He is cold as ice (Celcius)

[Verse 1: Tech N9ne]
Underrated long awaited everybodoy feel me when i made it
They debated could'nt faded niggas even tried to imitate it
Do you really wanna make ninna hit 'cha with one of these killa flows
Everybody know i got the kinda scripts that'll make a demon catch a cold
Got the money got tha power
6 hooks wet up in tha shower
With the cleana Tecca Ninna
Cold when im bustin at tha cowards
When I finish droppin this freeze out send em to the acropolis
Hail to the pop in this when the villians mobbin is marvelous
When me lay me head in Les Misarables (Killa)
With the backwards this I be the god (Zilla)
My zero degrees makin 'em freeze with love of a millimeter gun
Servants in the back keep bringin me spoo d's with 151
Hella choices of women
Take 'em to the room drop the semen
Have the little one show 'em how to power bomb demons
My flow'll find the temper in ya, wimper in ya
I'm too cold so dont even botha takin my temperata, nigga

[Hook: Tech N9ne & Girl]
I am cold as ice
I am cold as ice (Celcius)
He is cold as ice
He is cold as ice (Celcius)
Freeze me with your (???)
Ice Ice baby

[Verse 2: Tech N9ne]
Yo the evils gonna get triple teamed
I freeze demons till they brittle ice cold lyrical prodigy
Your life is but a triple beam
Good and bad minions in the middle me and satans dicodomy obviously
Nonsmalable cromda lyricombolus, psych, thought i'd just speak another language
That Tech N9ne be the strangest
Mr. freezmizer before the fatality let finish my slushy like Budweiser you an apetizer
Flowin off yellin with a passion
Blastin no time to ration
Ever lastin cashin a vast stash colda then aspen askin'
Where the real mc's at
Were the competition leavin all the women soaked like
On a mission to get tha punanny wet then it freezes
Which means i'm free from diseases
No melting internal burning no fevers thanking Jesus memen celcius
57 56 never fessed never fold
Brown bandana on my head lookin like Eskamo when I roll

[Hook]

[Bridge: Tech N9ne]
Ask my crew if you dont know
Tech will show you the crispy show
Can't fuck with this (Comin' straight from the abis)
Zero Celcius

[Verse 3: Tech N9ne]
I kicks ass for the cash and I get it, get it
Ain't nobody on the planet fuckin wit it, wit it
I heard you bust that weak ass flow when you did it need to quit it
Know that when the gat spit a rap its a blizzard don't forget it
I wear my sunglasses at night all hatas dont understand (What's that)
Cause when my gun blasts its bright cause I can, cause I can (That's right)
Demons tryin to show me whats sizzilin' think your heated leavin them froze with ninna flows
Leavin no need to repeat it
You can't unthaw this flawless
When we rollin with rogue dogs
When they saw we was ballas
Keepin' hatas locked in tha closet from all us
Back up off us
Me and Juan steppin' off in the night quick
Killin' evil with an icepick
To watch the worms crawl in the worms crawl out
In your stomach and out your mouth
Celcius

[Hook]