Tech N9ne Album

[No lyrics]

[Tech N9ne]
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!

[Skatterman]
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

[Snug Brim]
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

[Tech N9ne]
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

(feat. Big Krizz Kalico)

[Intro:]
Welcome to everready
Welcome to everready
Welcome to everready

[Tech N9ne:]
The Religion!
First thing I wanna say is (what!)
Y'all can't fuck wit us
Y'all can't fuck wit us

[Verse 1: Tech N9ne]
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 everybodys heard of me
And if they say that i'm fakin' momma it's purgary
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 Calli give me the power
Come on wit it (HAA!)
You industry punks I hope you fakes die
Cuase most of rappers have a queer eye for the straight guy
Was that shit loud enough to hear
Loud enough to eco throguh the city and bust your ears
Patrick tried to sue us for a whole lot of bucks this year
Sell crazy somewhere else trick (Were all stocked in here)
Hey! I think I wanna say it again, y'all
Y'all can't fuck wit us

[Hook: Tech N9ne & Big Krizz Kalico]
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

[Bridge: Tech N9ne]
Yo! Big Krizz Kalico
Tell 'em, y'all can't fuck wit us
Y'all can't fuck wit us

[Verse 2: Big Krizz Kalico]
Fuck niggaz that got it in for me
Pretend to cry, still got there energy
Loud, dudes feeling to be proud
Dude full of frown
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
Cant get with us flows
Actually a bit of babalin' in 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

[Hook]

[Bridge 2: Tech N9ne]
This beat make me wanna say hallaylooya (HAHAHA)
Yo but instead I'ma say (what!)
Y'all can't fuck with us
Y'all can't fuck with us

[Verse 3: Big Krizz Kalico]
Okay this stopin' addiction (Now we got y'all listenin'!)
Just a fraction of friction
From the act you was missin'
If you was actually listenin'
You'd see whose ass you be kissin' (MUWHA)
Your dealin' with one hell of a brotha 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

[Verse 4: Tech N9ne]
This is my testament Tecca Nina been pressed against war
Simply done best to get to get next to it so I repped is 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

[Tech N9ne:]
It's a celebration bitches put your hands up ya
Y'all can't fuck with us!

[Hook]

[Tech N9ne:]
It's not that y'all wack that got it so bad
It's that y'all pissed cuase we got it so good
Welcome to Tech world

(feat. Big Krizz Kaliko)

The Only Real Place To Be
Mid-Dle Of All Controversey
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. Get Ready To Brawl Hometown Breakin A Jawbone Clown You
Aint A Criminal Killa Be Ready To Get Up And Fall On Down Look At The Darkside Full Of The Gangbangin Hookers With Choppers And The Coppers They Keep The
Thangs Rangin. You Aint Gotta Be Killa Gangsta To Know That You Can Die Tryna Hide Sides Thangs Fo The Dough After The Club Pimpin And Skippin Cuz They
Trippin Off In The Mo

It Doesnt Matter Where U Go, Where You've Been
Beautiful Foreign Lands U Been In
Gun Play Rains, Summer And Shine
Stay Inside U Will Be Fine
Ill Show You Follow Me
Welcome To The Midwest

Its 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 Papa 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 Hallogen Look At The Crime Rate, No Wonder Why I Hate Niggas Keepin They People
Im Seekin Em When U Leavin Em People The ?Bay? They'll Take Em Away If It Aint In The Day Hurry Get Ur People Outa The Cage The Midwest Its More Than Just
A Lil Chaotic And If We Aint Got It We Plottin Of Robbin Em For They Chips Thatll Be The Nature Of The Beast To Keep The Peace I Keeps My Peice When Im In
The Midwest

It Doesnt Matter Where U Go, Where You've Been
Beautiful Foreign Lands U Been In
Gun Play Rains, Summer And Shine
Stay Inside U Will Be Fine
Ill 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 Recongnize 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 U Trippin We Givin Ya A Labotamy, Cannibal U Hannibal Couldnt Imagine My Psycholigy
Poppin Better Be The Way Ya Thinkin Of Stoppin Me Get On Top Me Quick Before 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 Imma Gather Me Dough
If Ya Hustlin Maybe The Place U 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 Millameter Spay 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 Hti The Flo'

It Doesnt Matter Where U Go, Where You've Been
Beautiful Foreign Lands U Been In
Gun Play Rains, Summer And Shine
Stay Inside U Will Be Fine
Ill Show You Follow Me
Welcome To The Midwest

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 fat knots, somethin gone squat
?Down, puttin it 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, ?stripper shows throw away a dolla?
Father, I don't want to leave nobody too blessed
Cuz they greedy in the middle of what I do best
You fixin to see me in the TV with a few guest
We bout to bubble baby, get ya waterproof vest

[Hook:]
Bout ta Bubble [6x]

Bout ta Bubble, Baby [3x]
We calculating

We drinkin and smokin and humpin and likin it [2x]

Yo, get ya ID, passport, state skippin
All around the world, busy with the bass hittin
We ain't come for bustin heads, yea 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 a song. 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 hifey, the South really like me
Ill Bill got it where the East Coast invite me
Tech's in the air when the mood really strikes me
Hey, we bout to bubble, so imbedded in your psyche

[Hook]

Hey, B-boys hit the flo' wit it
Off in Jamaica let me see ya heel toe wit it
Clown and crunk 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 Bus circlin' the 5-6 ville
Forty water, he told me a lot in this business for real
Stormin. In Salt Lake City performin for Mormans
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
Is she lookin for somethin with a future so shiny
Kansas City, Missouri is where she gone find me

[Hook]

[talking:]
we gon' make 'em slither dance to this one Zilla

[Verse 1:]
errybody jus (throw your hands up what)
all the ladies jus (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 cuz your chicken went out and passed cheeks
and got a fast leak from Tecca Nina Katrina
nows she right up in mi cocino while your ass sleeps
how'd I take her from you? oh its ??
it's because your girly girly know I earn somethin
now I got them legs over my shoulders
holdin my soldier swollen I cant hold my composure
and when I come to town, your woman come around
and plenny fun is found when i give her some of the clown
the Kansas City style got her yellin "jus gimme now"
you dont wanna do the sound cuz i'm doin bout 20 rounds

[Chorus x2:]
If your girls at a Tech show (it's what you thinkin)
feel like she let go (it's what you thinkin)
you never get no [x3:] (it's what you thinkin)

[Verse 2:]
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
cuz she's a bad gal she said she need a release
so she greated with beats now she's no longer sad now
I'm with your wifey
cuz she say I make her feel wanted and by the way she never met nobody like me
at the Graft and laugh makin her stare at things
cutty Cal Grese Chris ??
got your hottie naughty when she drinkin them Cara B's
at Kidd Rocks 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

[Chorus x2:]
If your girls at a Tech show (it's what you thinkin)
feel like she let go (it's what you thinkin)
you never get no [x3:] (it's what you thinkin)

[Verse 3:]
I see you mad at me, but my nads happy
cuz you loosin and now you wanna take a stab at me
she hangin wit me cuz you foul nigga
and I'm at the 4 seasons takin her to eat Tao nigga
thats 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 musics so unfare if you good at it
come with us wemon its so fun with us under the sun with us
from dawn til dusk imma give her the love that make her wanna say hummdawala
praisin this craziness in Vegas when I get up on the stage it's outragous
Mandaly Bay with the ?? everybody gets laid to this
I appologize if your heart broken
keep a spark smokin once the Ninna starts scopin
she'll lie to you and wont blink
when it come to Tecca Ninna bein wit your lady dont think

[Chorus X2:]
If your girls at a Tech show (it's what you thinkin)
feel like she let go (it's what you thinkin)
you never get no [x3:] (it's what you thinkin)

[Talking:]
haha it's what you though dawg your chicks wit us
Tech N9ne, Kalikeezy, Young ?? why you keep doin it to yourself dawg
her jaws are full get back she'll holla tomorrow

[Verse 1:]
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' [x4]

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 [x8]

[Chorus:]
Night and day (we we we what?) Party palet. We party hardy hard

[Verse 2:]
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 [x4]

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' [x8]

Tarantula with fruit punch vodka and cranberry sara cara terra bou lou
So I can stand barely Yeager bombs Goldenslager or you can feel the pain of Quervo Silver Patron Tequila [x12]

Dos Equis Corona Sapporro
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 [x16]

[Verse 3:]
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 [x4]

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 [x8]
Party like it's your last day to get your last say
Take the pathway to Xtc hit you the fast way get so drunk I might
Just have to crawl 2 nite I'm 'bout to rock it shake it rip it up and ball 2 nite [x12]

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 [x16]

(feat. E-40)

[Intro: Tech N9ne]
Hey
All you haters stop!
Whew! Man
This beat is uh (what?)
Rick Rocker!
T-9
E-40
Jellysickle, yo

[Verse 1: Tech N9ne]
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 fellin' real hyphy
Imma star so im in with the belly pistol
That's cause the haters be sucking on jelly sickles
That mean the cycle of jealousies real thick man
I'm feeling its 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 nell nother fella come against me
Off in Missouri its jelly sickle city jealousy
watching and it ain't the right stare, nightmares
Don't let me go and rock the red spiked hair
They hate it when I do that right there (Right Thurr!) Yeah

[Hook:]
Take a lick of this
(Jelly sickle sickness)
To much will make you sick
(You acting like a trick bitch)
Take a lick of this
(Jelly sickle sickness)
Jelly sickle sickness
(Stop acting like a trick bitch)

[Verse 2: E-40]
Quit bumping your gums park 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, imma tycoon
From the land of the gangsters and pimps and hustlers
Where a hundred will get you three hundred dollars worth of poppers
Every time I look around
Every time I look around somebody done peeped 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

[Hook x2]

[Verse 3: Tech N9ne]
Jellysickle
Look at how that jelly trickles
Down his elbows
And you can smell those
Playa haters from Calabassas to Melrose
During his jail polls
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 bout 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 bitch)

[Hook x2]

It's Like-
151 Rum
Pinapple Juice, Malibo, Caribou, Get Them All Now
Make Baby Girl Come
Out Of Her Shell And Raise Hell
Don't Stop Till The Cops Come

Half A Bottle Of 151
Off Of The Jug With Cup Of Malibou Rum
Baby Thats Whats Up
Then You Fill The Rest Of The Jug
With Pinapple Juice, And Its Crackin
The Only Defect Is Wakin 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 Pay The Liquor Store Teller With No Hair-A To Braid
Tu Shay.
Get The Party Jumping
Keep The Hotties Humpin
I Like Them Thick And Juicy
So Don't Palatte Nothing
Drinkin To Much Lou
You Might Be Karate Punchin
Or At The Back Of The Club
Pretending The Naughty Lunchin
Satin,
Kool-Aid Getchu Hella 151
November Dog
So Run Kitty Run
We Gon Drink It Untill We Done
Diddy Dum
Bum Biddy Bum
Here Kansas City Come So Give Me Some-

[x2:]
151 Rum
Pinapple Juice, And Malibou, Caribou Get Them All Now
Make Baby Girl Come, Outta Her Shell And Raise Hell
Don't Stop Till The Cops Come-!

I See Double
I See Triple
Might Be Trouble
Might See Pistols
We Aient Tryin To Hear You Hata's Suckin On Sickles
We Livin It Up In To Double It Up On Sizles?
One To Your Maybro
Unto Your Day Go
Why I'm The One To Drink It
Under The Table
And All The Ladies That Were Doing Time
Want You To Become A Member Of My Drinkin Club
You Will Find Tech N9ne
Tryin To Tell Her Truely Get Nudey
Yes I Even Do El Words
In The Fruity Bazoodi
Like To Drink It And Yell Slurs At The Movie
If I'm Hitted, Im 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 Kasnas City, Missouri
Since 19-95 Baby.

151 Rum
Pinapple Juice, Malibo, Caribou, Get Them All Now
Make Baby Girl Come
Out Of Her Shell And Raise Hell
Don't Stop Till The Cops Come

151 Rum
Pinapple Juice, Malibo, Caribou, Get Them All Now
Make Baby Girl Come
Out Of Her Shell And Raise Hell
We Gon' Party Till The Cops Come

151 Rum
Pinapple Juice, Malibo, Caribou, Get Them All Now
Make Baby Girl Come
Out Of Her Shell And Raise Hell
Don't Stop Till The Cops Come

Tar Bender I Need A Drother Nink
Release Caribou Lou And The Party Is Utter Kink
Insane Mainy
Keep Em' Comin Then I'll Remain Zainy
Cause I'da Say Baby
I'm Tryin To Make You My Main Gamey?
For The Rest Of The Night
Girl You Sexy And Tight
Come To Mi 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 Aien't Betten On Crap And Thats All I Know
Yeap In My White Tee And Nikes
You Might Sight Me Slightly Heifin
Might See Dry Heav
Die We Shall Not Need I-V's
Beside Me Siamese
(Tech, Huh, You Not Makin Any Sense)
I Might Make Her Wanna Swa-Wing A Prada
But Once I Get Up On Em' I Can Do My Thing I Gotta
Hey Batta Batta Batta Batta Swa-Ing A Batta
He Cannet He Cannet He Cannet Swa-Wing A Batta

151 Rum
Pinapple Juice, Malibo, Caribou, Get Them All Now
Make Baby Girl Come
Out Of Her Shell And Raise Hell
We Gon Party Till The Cops Come

151 Rum
Pinapple Juice, Malibo, Caribou, Get Them All Now
Make Baby Girl Come
Out Of Her Shell And Raise Hell
Don't Stop Till The Cops Come

151 Rum
Pinapple Juice, Malibo, Caribou, Get Them All Now
Make Baby Girl Come
Out Of Her Shell And Raise Hell
We Gon Party Till The Cops Come

151 Rum
Pinapple Juice, Malibo, Caribou, Get Them All Now
Make Baby Girl Come
Out Of Her Shell And Raise Hell
Don't Stop Till The Cops Come

It Goes 151,
Malibou Rum
Pinapple Juice
Baby We Havin Some Fun- Yeah

[No lyrics]

[Intro: Big Krizz Kalico & Tech N9ne]
Real cocky
Real sloppy
Drunk at the club and y'all can't stop me

[Tech N9ne]
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 commin' into my world
It's too late I got, my wife, my bitch, my girl

[Verse 1: Tech N9ne]
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 quickys
So sticky
Roll with my homies she so shifty (My wife)
Married a monsta
Carried a youngsta
Said if you cheated it you 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

[Hook x2: Tech N9ne]
Daddy told me that she wanna control the chick
She gotta go and blow her grip
Because it's all unload on a bitch
One is no trip
But two had mo lip
And three I just can't cope with
My wife, my bitch, my girl

[Verse 2: Tech N9ne]
Got a nice anus
And it's right ain't it
Can't really touch 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 big 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 gon try next (My wife)
Go a ghetto booty like Naomi
Imma tell you like Jayo say
All my bitches havin' fancy dreams
And all my bitches wearin' Applebottom jeans
My wife, my bitch, my girl

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Tech N9ne]
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 visious and cruel
Dump checkin' to some funds with some checks and you loose
Out of balance the playalistical values and lyin'
I done challenged the way of Mystical powers and hinted
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 Ninna packs the three
Have to be
Crash to see
If naturally to cause a catastrophe
Exsactaly (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)

[Hook x4]

Show this, stressful, everybody wanna call,
Gotta tell em naw, sometimes
Sit up in the record store
Seven hundred fans, man, everyone signs
And it gets so hard telling em all please try to form one line
But the player-haters combine
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
Live with the pain
And resort to brain trippin’
I need a little release,
Something to stop my rage
I really need me a moment of peace
So baby girl wanna step on stage

Flash
Like its mardi gras
Flash,
Girl take off your bra
Flash,
Talking to all of ya’ll
Flash,
This is a party call
Flash
Theres song ain’t about your
ass
But I really love it when you
Pass
If you want me we can
Smash
My Baby doll
[:x2]

I really love it,
I can see them from the front row to the back
And it’s beautiful, I’ve imagined this
Since I was a you, now that I’m
Old enough
Girls that are
Small enough
Grab your shirts
Roll it up
Even if you an A-cup girl, we can still play touch
If you a B and C cup, girl I bet you could make me erupt
D Cups, be the ones that are driving me nuts
Big breasts never trouble me
If you packin the double D,
Let everyone whos double E
Angelina Jolie, let me see those
Beautiful babies I’m all about the tedos
Miss Jackson packin them holy toledos
Missed the flash cause I didn’t have Tivo
Ask me who’s finer, player I’mma yell Tyra
Little sick in the head, still got the magazine of El Vira
Life is so grand, when you got your fans
Blasting off their shirts, flashing their Lindsay Lohans
I got a pocket full of Trojans,
We can all get nasty if you flash me baby,
You know the program

[Chorus x2]

Girls in the back, come to the front
Cause we in need of cleavage
And I’ve been looking at you,
Yep you and your home girl
Let me see both of them, now grab a hold of them
Look at what you’re doing to me
Now grab a hold of him

Ah, such a nice sensation
You know the dogs been waiting
For you to quickly take off your Vickie
And show me your augmentation
Silicone or saline,
Either one puts me in a day dream
Talking about it gets me way steamed
Baby girl, this regime
When you see me, baby lift it up
Thinking I’m gonna miss it, nigga, what?
if I miss one (back it up)
(Stick me, he looks tacular)

From city to city crazy
Heres your instructions:
Show me them titties baby!

[Chorus x2]

Traveling for miles and miles
Girls gone wild love this peculiar style
So in order for us to get our head right
We need all your ladies
To turn on your headlights
Flash

[Intro: Some guys talking]
The spiked red hair...and the..and the, paint on his face
Whow, hold on man, Tech is losein' it man
He's not as grounded as he used to be
Tech was a devil worshiper
You know you see a black dude with red hair
And a long beard, I mean look he look scary to me too
Yeah that nigga Tech man he sellin' out man
That..that's he's doin' that for the white folks
That white shit he doin' man

[Verse 1: Tech N9ne]
I've been writing for
Nineteen years for sure
Haters in these times
Niggaz don't wanna see me shine
Stop me, and then try and tell me (Come gangsta)
And then compare me to Nelly (What ya bang bra)
So this songs is gonna tell me (???)
Hey, I've been bustin'
And fizz knuckin' bitches
It tizz nothin' for years puffin'
I've been clutchin' riches from his muffin'
Heres 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 days would blade packin'
And stage saggin'
Theys wackin' Nina stays layed backin' I
(Rap at niggaz contantly they never know the money Nina makes)
Hey, this is amazin' how niggaz formulate they hatin'
You fuckin' fornicate your mistakin'
We can never coralate cause you fakin', huh
Who's bringin' in through the 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
Too gangsta for an old lady bro
Gangsta niggaz don't hate me no
Wanksta niggaz won't face me though
(Talkin' shit and ?? people tellin' me that I really need a vest)
Okay

[Bridge 1: Tech N9ne]
I rep the town harder than any of you niggaz
Where ever I stand my bills the same punk
And you got the nerve to tell me

[Hook: Tech N9ne]
Come gangsta
Throw your rags in the air
And know that nobody there
Will compare to your gangsta
Saggin' pants to the floor
Every womens a bitch or a whore
When your gangsta
Pack ya guns in the club
If they shrug to them thugs mean mug ya come gangsta
Is what they sayin' to me

[Verse 2: Tech N9ne]
I shoulda been done come wit a gun
For the ones who bump they gums who the one
Said a nigga was'nt gonna make another record said I was wack and washed up done
Said a nigga might scare lil' ones
He's a fuckin' nightmare, here he comes
Really red hair and my face painted
They said (Gangsta)
???? is so (Gangsta)
But I really ain't (Gangsta)
I need to come up wit a (Gangsta)
Scritch the scratch the nigga fat tone is so (Gangsta)
You need a bit of that (Gangsta)
You need to hang wit a (Gangsta)
Mr. Stinky vigalante so (Gangsta)
Brother Lynch is (Gangsta)
???? is (Gangsta)
57 RDVs are so (Gangsta)
The nigga fifty is so (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 try make the feds flash
Try to swipe my bread stash
(That's that bullshit I'm gon skip and try to go get the money grip)
Okay, you niggaz kill me in Nosferatu ??? bit my shit
Cause you niggaz fill me surprised that I got you right here with my shit
So you gotta be thankfull 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!

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Tech N9ne]
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 confussed 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 you all you sins can rewind it
Meaning, you pussys who says this Tech shit ain't hard for real
And try to disregard the real
You mutherfuckers is hard to feel
I get your death threats cause I'm the king bitch
Money, groupies, drugs, alcohol and bling shit
But I stay a hella game
And you punks is so lame
Cause my mobbin' gangsta track will destroy your whole tank
I've been with every rapper who's legendary
Underground to mainstream know that Tech is very hard
Cause I bring the heater
Love me cause I'm your leader
Bitches they suck my peter
While I drinkin' Margaritas
Niggaz get layed down
Seven displayed sounds
N9ne the crayzed klown
Lines like sprayed rounds
This is for all you haters who don't pump my shit
If you say this ain't gangsta then you can suck my dick!
I might look like a clown
But you niggaz sound like a motherfuckin' circus
Fuck you motherfuckers!

[Outro: Yukmouth]
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
Thats why I roll wit him he my favorite rapper real talk
Tech N9ne

[Female voice]
You have entered the Melancholy Maze. We hope you find your way.

Tech: I'm in the bank now

(Tech Whistles)

Lady: 60, 80, and one more makes 100
Man: Alrighty, thanx
Lady: You have a great day
Man: You too
Lady: Next in line, please
Tech: Yes
Lady: Sir
Tech: Yea, I would like to make a withdrawal
Lady: Ok. Hey!! Your Aaron Yates. I remember you
Tech: Yea, yea thats me baby thats me
Lady: So what are you doin now a days
Tech: Uh, I'm a i'm a rapper. Uh, Strange Music, you hearda Strange Music?
Lady: Yea, Strange Music "Where bullshit ain't nothin. I know
Tech: Haha, yea yea, thats it baby I w...
Lady: I remember you bein in the lunch room rappin and you used to beat on your chest at the same time. I used to love that
Tech: Thank you baby, I...
Lady: Will you do it for me
Tech: Naw baby, I'm really trynna get a, I'm trynna, I'm really trynna...
Lady: Please
Tech: (sigh) Ok check it I got something for you, check it out
Tech Freestyling and beating on chest:
yo, whatup, situp get up
with us killas enough niggas
to chrush a lung
to bust your guts and liver
hit with ruebon, now you livin off in a river
whatchin this arsenist
while i spark a bit of my heart
and bark i'ma start this ####
(man: sir)
welcome to the bottomless pit
animalistic
i know its hella dark in there
my world (man: sir) is not like a regular life
we tote big guns instead of a knife
(lady: hey you can't say that in here)
hella grim night
the devil is in flight
he said the baretta will get us what ever is in sight
you got a job, i ain't got one
you got a wad, i got a shotgun
(shotgun ####### and people screaming)
you got a guard, i got a squad
you here to work and i'm here to rob
(shot fired)

(feat. Brotha Lynch Hung, Dalima)

In a world of misery and within this 3 planets collide. Brotha Lynch, Dalima, Tech N9ne
Bring you along for the ride.

[Brotha Lynch:]
Wait a minute I'm from the Westcoast Conference
Like Kobe or James Worthy You could just call me king of the valley. All I need is a game jersey. Nigga (nuts and guts) get serverd up when I get all spittin up ? Cut it up gut it up with cold cuts with another nut heated up came dirty. I'll be off in that kryptonite turn them into liquidites stain his jersey leave him in the back of the Elco like Helpter Skelp stick it to them like velcro nigga. I'm a bitch killa I'm a nigga ditch quick to rip ya ?? nurder bitcha witcha ima jack ya night strip ya dat night split ya legs open and dick ya. But then ima ??? rippen ya (grubs) eat your meat demeat your pleate with the meat clever I did not see ya either four corner reciever court order deleecher tech order me I'm bringing a caesar and a suicide note do I die low keys in the backseat cut necks i'm sexist (rocked) to get (nabbed) Brotha Lynch I'm neckless express this sexist.

[Chorus:]
Welcome to my world (Tech N9ne Catch)
Welcome to my world (Tech N9ne Catch)
Welcome to my world (Tech N9ne Catch)
Welcome to my world (Tech N9ne Catch)
Welcome to my world

[?] From the South

[Dalima:]
Cause I be Dalima motherfuckers hatin me for the longest. Could it be that I'm critical lyrically flawless.
And if i'm heated I could be mentally conscious. I could be ? from the flame only being held accountable for making the change to whatever it regards a (beat).(In the niddle of the sage) i'm bustin like a 12 gauge. You could never really do a nigga that hang you up that slip [?]
Drank ya ima cider with a fully loaded rifle undecided whether or not i cut up your brian or guts. (tech: I get spaced out sometimes.) And it's like i'm a heathen whether or not you believe in everytime I rap a motherfucker stop breathin. (? ) Dalima for a reason well let me introduce you to the crucial upliftin future. Recruit you and seduce you to the butal grouper. Nigga better get ready casue we know we put together the (fettiest) chemical flame energetic well imbeded into your brain Tech N9ne Dalima Brotha Lynch life.

[Chorus:]
Welcome to my world (Tech N9ne Catch)
Welcome to my world (Tech N9ne Catch)
Welcome to my world (Tech N9ne Catch)
Welcome to my world (Tech N9ne Catch)
Welcome to my world

[Tech N9ne:]
Figth this phantom ya freakin family will fall flat. Bunk Bianca's beat em black and blue witha baseball bat. I might be a small cat but I won't use disgression hit em wit a weapon steppin with em all rat 20-11 I make em all skat. Now prosperous Tech's not with his crowd. He's lost in his clouds rather be offed than softed with his style. I got hopes that might light ya better but I been broke so I might swipe your chedda. You betta get ready give me your gotta Vendetta. Come in to get a brotha weed and money and whatever.(Tech:Nobody said it was going to be easy but deceave me believe me your (buried dark buried dark) in Macropolis. Wonder you gonna see me on T.V. You better believe me Tech would (never know the opposite?) Rewrite my life give me life in a fight for what's right I'' liberante quidado 151 Rum is how we run slim slums then comes Diablo. I need a medic cause a murder energetic in the cerabellum never tell em I got one of the worst problems in the medulaoblon-gota you gotta going one helluva shot.
(No more darkness how did I start this. Feelin bizarre shit. Like in your carcass.)
I'm the ruler in my kingdom and my dark seat is hot. Step into my world and your heartbeat stop!

[Chorus:]
Welcome to my world (Tech N9ne Catch)
Welcome to my world (Tech N9ne Catch)
Welcome to my world (Tech N9ne Catch)
Welcome to my world (Tech N9ne Catch)
Welcome to my world

[Chorus:]
Times Running Out (Running Out) Time Keeps On Tickin (We Got To Keep It Movin)
Times Running Out (Running Out) Time Keeps On Slippin (We Got To Keep It Movin)

[Verse 1:]
Pain. (What Is It) Originally Penalty Physically Or Mentally Sensations U Feel When You Hirtin Distressed, A Bit Of Anguish Can Bring You Closer To Your
Death, Cuz Of The Lack Of Success Now, Time, Aint On My Side Cuz Im Tryin To Find My Piece Of Mind And Rhyme, But The Catch Is You Got To Have The Paper To
Shine, If We Dont Im Sorry We Might Have To Do Capers Do Crime, Cuz My Mom Is Sic Doc, Im Gridlocked, Epilepsy And Lupus Alfred Hitchcock, Coulndt Write The
Suspense And Shit On This Block, Fist-Cocked When Im Walking My Lips Locked, Irs And The Child Division They Wanna Shut A Nigga Down To The Ground Gotta
Make This Shit Pop

[Chorus x2]

[Verse 2:]
Neva Like I Cheated For The Chedder Whatever We Gotta Do To Make It Better Cuz Im (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'm (I
Guess Im Trully 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,Sick Of Carrying The (I Have No Clue)
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 N9ne,And Thats Positive Cuz Everything Is Negative I Need A Sedative U Get Her Preg-A-Nent They
Levy Shit Takin More Money Than Youll Ever Get,Im Ready As Ready Get,For The Capital Out For Your Stack Ill Attack For Your Fetti Bitch But Thats Petty
Shit,And If I Grind I Wonder How Much Time They Gon Make Me Sit

[Chorus x2]

[Verse 3:]
Its Like Its A Trap,Rap,When U Spend Ur Scratch,And U Get With A Partner On The Coast And Somehow U Never Get It Back,And You Cant Go Get Him With A
Gat,Cuz If U Do That The State Will Separate You From Your Brats,Chillin With The Killas And Rats,Im 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
Cant 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
Van-Goriabut Im 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 Aint Blowin Up, I Guess The Bass In My Music Aint Hittin Low Enough,Fuck That Shit Nigga Cuz My Tone Is
Tough,Shit That Im Doins Rough,Meetings With Atlantic Jive And Tvt Cant Come Soon Enough

[Chorus x2]

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?

(feat. Alyia, Reign Yates)

[Tech N9ne:]
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'

[Chorus: Tech N9ne]
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

[Aliya Yates:]
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)
[Reign Yates]
I love you daddy!

[Chorus:]
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'.

[Chorus x2:]
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)

(feat. Big Krizz Kaliko, Kutt Calhoun)

[Verse 1:]
Its 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 girl 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' your pagin' you but fuck how he's feelin'

[Chorus:]
Fuck'em girl, fuck'em [x3]
It's your time to get out
No time for thinkin' of'em
[x2]

[Verse 2:]
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, till 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 drawls and put on some lip gloss, throw on a thong, now make your way to the closet and

[Chorus x2]

[Verse 3:]
Feel like I, was put here for the female species hella listening watching whispering offerings no fecies 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. [x4]

Easy for me to connect so peep me, in the club I take her some place we can talk discreetly, you're creep free definitely that heats me your body's wop bobba lu bop so hot baby teach me. [x8]

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 exited. (12)

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 aint said a damn thing about him. [x16]

[Chorus x2]

Shake that man he don't understand ya
You to sexy and he can't handle the way you move
And whatcha doin' shake them
Handcuffs up off of you yeah yeah

[Intro 1: Big Krizz Kalico]
Insanity at it's finest
Fire starter
Riot maker
Moon strikin'
Animal need
Bad seed
Untamable (Beast)

[Intro 2: Tech N9ne]
Everybody around me always thinks they know what's goin' on inside my mind
Think I'm Mr. nice guy all the time
Like they say on Diary, you think you know but you have no idea

[Hook: Tech N9ne & Big Krizz Kalico]
KC MO
Is with me
Let's make mo growth
We will be shakin' your flow
Come against me that's a no, no, yo
Cause I'm a beast

[Verse 1: Tech N9ne]
I can tell your a womens, women for downin' on the dance floor all the way in V.I.P.
I'm a rapper
I can catch her
And she gonna leave with me because I'ma snatch her
Everybody move
Who ever the Ninna choose
We about to pounce (Work it out)
Havin' fun ain't no one on my level
I turn left and I'm about to put this pedal to the metal
I like, all money, tall money, no small money
You got to, let Tech Niz tease your shockra
Spieces release freaks please the montsa
Patit beast feez these beats will rock ya
Stand tough bro hush when I bust her
Rhymes that I crush ya
Homie don't be a sucka
When your lova say Tecca Ninnas a brotha
She tryin' to say that she left you for anotha

[Hook x2]

[Verse 2: Tech N9ne]
Your really wick wack funny like a walabe
But now I'm hot I'm gettin' were I otta be
Scrolerbe hotter we need dollors comotery
The hotter the scotterlee the larger than the lottery
Need them ten twins
Gotta succeed spend g's Ben Franks
Weed grim cheese in banks
Breed (???) we win thanks
Hungry like the wolf indeed but I give
Money to my (???) lil' Ninna to live
In terminals but from Kansas City
I miss home Calli is bussiness but man it's pretty
I ain't lyin' y'all
Monster for money for mine y'all
If I was'nt gettin' money I would'nt shine dog
You'll never see the N9ne fall
Big house, wood floors, maids cleanin' the kitchen with Pine-Sol

[Hook x2]

[Verse 3: Tech N9ne]
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 sincerly a rareaty
Check the sound scan
Look around man
Wake up look at your Jacob you in fuckin' clown land
Face paint and wicked chickens be strutin what
And we rockin' plus the Diddy women in the button ups
Hands down we rock harder than Kiss
But rap we could'nt cris
But can I get two stomps and a clap in this bitch
Ninna shot to the top cause a plots to get rich
Tell ya, executive, I'm next for this
Success it is
Yep the best from Tech
This ain't wack this hit is hostal I rep wit it
This is the Beast baby out I'ma exit this

[Bridge: Big Krizz Kalico]
I'm mean, and I will, destroy you
I am the Beast

[Hook x3]

(feat. Big Krizz Kalico)

[Intro: Tech N9ne]
Hahahaha, in the world of BET
I'm just too better than rock and roll huh
In the world of MTV
My name is too gangsta huh, hahaha
Man, Stragne 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

[Verse 1: Tech N9ne]
Never been a harder rhymer in my region globaly thats holdin' me I'm totaly hard and bossed up
Why you think the majority of the rap musical authority sword me and balled and crossed 'em
Cause they don't wanna let the crazy kid in then
Spit his hiems speakin' a grim religion
Of rhyme, forbiddin my hisems are hidden
My mind, to written then spittin' the kid in
The N9ne, is playin' you, slayin' you, sprayin' you, perminitly delayin' you, swayin' through
It's the gay in you thats hatin' who somethin' that hella beyond that 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
Threatinas better respect Tech the messengas
Too dope on this to be
History listen this is a mystery
While they spittin' and dissin' me

[Hook: Tech N9ne & Big Krizz Kalico]
This is me (this is me)
I'm a king, I'm a klown, I'm a G (I'm a G)
I believe what I want
Got you singin' my song
But your seein' me wrong
So what's a matter with me?
This is the belief (the belief)
The religion has arisin' from the deep (from the deep)
Darkest prison if you listen you will see (you will see)
If colision your decision you will reep what you so forget what you know this is me

[Verse 2: Tech N9ne]
This is Tech bra
For years I've been the next to collect a plethra of checks lets get extra
Is what I set ta
Travis let's go select the baddest rappers infect the planet leave 'em in exta
See I'm a vet the powers don't really wanna let the best
come and wreck the 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 musics hanibal lecta
What the hell you callin' for Masta Flex for?
Don't pester me I won't sweet you be on a quest to
Investagate your techma respect the
Shockra tease in hop to these
Hot degress me and Mr. O ahpotraphe
Never listen to these popasees cause they suck!
(I love 50 Cent he gritty went he vent but I'm rough)
And you can see it in my demeanor
The Tecca Nina will blast arenas
The grass is greana
Made it ma to the top of the world
Kiss me, miss me (This Is Me)
Can't you see?

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Tech N9ne]
The industry treat me like a ride on the short bus
Thats why I'm tellin' they youngstas when your retourt cuss
And make a fort fuss
Cause you went out on Sam Goody on F.Y.E. with they money and you support us
Strangas, Shadys, Psychopaths and Juggalos
Loseas, Shootas, College women and gutta hoes
Rock it from prescios doe
Drops it just lets it flow
Cop it don't knock it you block us stop at the record store
This is Aaron Yates thizlely in rain
This is for little Donnie this is for all ????? pain
This is, for the sickness of Marty Sue
This is for all the ??? Lou
This is for Ike and Ricky
???? 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 worng, this right, this is me

[Hook x2]