Tech N9ne Album

(feat. Crooked I, Chino XL)

[bell rings]

[Intro - Chopped and Screwed Voice - talking]
Hey, now everybody sit down and shut the fuck up!
Class is now in session
If you came here to hear that lovey dovey shit - get the fuck out!
If you soft and scared of hardcore shit - get the fuck out!
For those who love raw shit - welcome to Sickology 101
Your instructor for today is - Tech N9ne!

[Verse 1 - Tech N9ne]
This is style I use pitch, to catch and seduce chicks
To signal the true sick, mellow tone is what you spit
Switchin the pattern, bust out that quick midwest chatter
Some people hate but it ain't matterin, but the people gather, it's flatterin
Switchin the pitch, mixin, there's no need to be stiff in this bitch
Spittin full clips on a mission for bliss when I be rippin this shit
Make it excitin, got to be invitin when you're writin your piece
Never be dick ridin, if you're goin to be bitin, you're ignitin the beast
This is melodic, melodies, if you got it
Mix it hot as tamales, you singin off-key is garbage
If you can't keep an octave in a pocket, you need to stop it
Have confidence, speak with conviction, don't put 'em asleep when you rock it
This is harmony, Nina's taking you through it
Make it buttery, utterly beautiful, make it fluid
Sickology 101 is in session, I thought you knew it
We murderin motherfuckers in music, that's how we do it!

[Chorus]
GET! (ON YOUR FEET!), UP! (OUT YOUR SEAT!)
GET! (ON YOUR FEET!), UP! (OUT YOUR SEAT!)
GET! (ON YOUR FEET!), UP! (OUT YOUR SEAT!)
Such an oddity with it, this is Sickology
GET! (ON YOUR FEET!), UP! (OUT YOUR SEAT!)
GET! (ON YOUR FEET!), UP! (OUT YOUR SEAT!)
GET! (ON YOUR FEET!), UP! (OUT YOUR SEAT!)

From our west coast instructor - Crooked I (Crooked I ...)

[Verse 2 - Crooked I]
My killer Daytons can keep me crushin the competition
Comin correct when creatin the crazy composition
Cannibal character, Calico carrier, got a crooked copper missin
Cali killers on candid cock emissions
That was constant consonant wordplay
Wordplay rhymes with Thursday and thirsty - if I'm thirst-ay!
I change the pronunciation of words, per se
The English language got to do whatever my verse say
So if you want to learn to rap, this is how (this is how)
Right now I'm puttin swag in my style (in my style)
It's a emphasis on the simplest sentences
Then I give 'em charisma with a laugh and a smile (and a smile)
If you want your verses to cost higher
Then your similes got to be hot as a live wire
You need some better metaphors
For example, this song is a war zone and you listeners in the cross fire

[Chorus]

From our east coast instructor - Chino XL

[Verse 3 - Chino XL]
Everybody start lockin their windows and doors, Chino might get in
It's like light-ning, how I'm strikin a triflin rifleman
Bullets flyin up and I'm numbin the bum, like it's Vicodin
So much metal in his spine, he could get rich from the recycling! (yeah!)
Chino be curdlin blood, don't get burned from the buzz
I speak with conviction, like what Da Brat just heard from the judge
Bludgeon no love, industry hate me yo
I'd rather hear Hannah Montana, than half of you rappers on the radio!
Startin drama with Chino, God forbid
Auction my lyrics on eBay, that's God for bid
Problem is lyric Jesus is more than a man
with a sick delivery, like I drive a coroner van (damn)
I'm demented, spittin writtens as sick as I can
Grenade grippin, fittin to detonate Disneyland
I am teachin Sickology, try to follow how every punch line hits
Like Chris Brown's fist in the face of Rihanna

[Chorus]

Yes I got to be vicious, this is Sickology

[Outro - Chopped and Screwed Voice - talking]
For those who don't know what the fuck's goin on
This is Sickology 101, you punk motherfuckers!
Hahaha, let's kill these niggaz

We scoured the globe on a quest to find the most elite
Most intricate tongues of all time
California, New York, Denmark, Australia
Then a cold wind from the Midwest brought the hardest
Fastest, most accurate tongues ever heard in our lifetime
These are the Midwest Choppers

I got a message for any one of you muthafuckin niggas
That wanna talk 'bout the Mid-Midwest
We dangerous, aim to bust any little nigga with a big-big chest
Anybody that wanna be comin thinkin they hotter
I'm a type of nigga that'll really kill ya for dollas
Fuck everybody that want a piece of a killa
For real, me and my niggaz will leave you floatin in a river
So fuck all you haters, you heard what I said
My flow a little bit over your head
Act like a pencil, I'll fill you with led
If you afraid, then tell me you scared
Cause Imma little bit out of my muthafuckin mind
The hardest rapper that Tecca N9na could fuckin find
Who that? Who that? That's me
Who that? Who that? K-Dean
When I was comin up in the game everybody was tellin me
"I really be killin a lot of you niggas, I'm mean"
Fuckin with my niggas D-Loc and Dalima
They told me, "I really gotta be a muderer killin machine"
I didn't care about nothing but rappin my way to the top
Fuckin with my nigga Tech, he told me I'm hot
Anybody got a problem with any one of my niggas
I'll pulled out the nine milli up and to a pop
Bring the heat, bring the noise, bring the flames
Anything that you bring, Imma tame
Puttin dirt on the top of my name
Pull back and I click-click, bang
Ask Tech, he'll tell you I'm strange
If you ever wanna talk about me
Imma run up, gun up and leave you with no brain
Then you'll know my flow is insane

I be on the West Coast, I be on the East Coast
I be North, South, but I reside on my side, Midwest Chopper
Even though I'm all up in the Northwest
All across the U.S.
Overseas, Midwest Choppers

Ay-Oh-Ay-Oh-Ay-Oh-Ay-Oh (You can't touch us)
Ay-Oh-Ay-Oh-Ay-Oh-Ay-Oh (Yeah, Midwest Choppers)
Ay-Oh-Ay-Oh-Ay-Oh-Ay-Oh (You can't touch us)
Ay-Oh-Ay-Oh-Ay-Oh-Ay-Oh (Nigga, Midwest Choppers)

Come, come get some of this
Midwest murda music, murda music, murda music
Come, come get some of this
Midwest murda music, murda music, murda music
Let me hit 'em
When I get 'em, Imma split 'em, Imma kill 'em
I'm the nigga with the lyrical venom, finna get up in them
When they give me the instrumental
I finish 'em, diminish 'em
I guarantee the murda is a minimum
But lately I been givin 'em hell
They don't really wanna see me, I'm so damn swell
Call me a monster, verse designer, first to bomb ya
Leathaface pullin up in that hearse beside ya
Murda, mo murda, mo murda, mo murdered 'em all, kill 'em all
Krayzie kill 'em all, they fall
It's a lyrical execution
We snap faster, we the rap masters
Squeeze the gat, blast it, if that's how it gots to be
So they better get it ready
Cause I'm heated like an AK-47 spittin bullet fuckin lyrics out of me
Well that's somethin, that's crazy, Jackson
He's amazin action, stay in action
Rap singin at ya, I'm blazin at ya
I'm kinda like an automatic aimin at ya
And I don't want a little bit of flame to ashes
You know you really truely insane to madness
You're never gonna find other niggas more scandalous
Than this Midwest blastin famly

I be on the West Coast, I be on the East Coast
I be North, South, but I reside on my side, Midwest Chopper
Even though I'm all up in the Northwest
All across the U.S.
Overseas, Midwest Choppers

Ay-Oh-Ay-Oh-Ay-Oh-Ay-Oh (You can't touch us)
Ay-Oh-Ay-Oh-Ay-Oh-Ay-Oh (Yeah, Midwest Choppers)
Ay-Oh-Ay-Oh-Ay-Oh-Ay-Oh (You can't touch us)
Ay-Oh-Ay-Oh-Ay-Oh-Ay-Oh (Nigga, Midwest Choppers)

I am the definition of murda
The N9ne is now coming to serve ya
You're running but you can't go no furtha
Cause I'm running through you with no sign of inertia

Gimme the mic and I bet that you duck
It's what you betta do when I'm bussin
I be flippin, I'm incredible, never get on my level
I'm a killa with the pedal to the medal
You're edible and ya death is so inevitable
I can take it to ya momma, ya daddy, the back of a caddy
You cut up in the sack with a baggy and I wanna
Take it out and make it patty
You gotta be patty
Cause that'll be bad if you decide to mad, is you gonna?
You can listen to me and see I'm the nigga with the ammunition
I'm givin the livin a vision of death
Makin 'em sick and depressed
Cause I be givin everything
I'm a rebel and I'm still with the quick and the best
Makin 'em walk in the business
I get up in it to rip and diminish ya
Trip and I finish ya
Dig it, you really get me livid, I'm bout give it a pivot
Imma stick it so we can differ to sinister
I be the chopper that got ya little boppers goin off us
Better not let me up on the premises
Cause I'm a doctor that's out for the shotas when I brought ya
Be cautious never talk of this nemesis
We on top of the hill when it come to the skill
Other rappers are damn jokers
They be givin the people comedy
But the Tecca Nina misery shit is Bram Stoker

I be on the West Coast, I be on the East Coast
I be North, South, but I reside on my side, Midwest Chopper
Even though I'm all up in the Northwest
All across the U.S.
Overseas, Midwest Choppers

Ay-Oh-Ay-Oh-Ay-Oh-Ay-Oh (You can't touch us)
Ay-Oh-Ay-Oh-Ay-Oh-Ay-Oh (Yeah, Midwest Choppers)
Ay-Oh-Ay-Oh-Ay-Oh-Ay-Oh (You can't touch us)
Ay-Oh-Ay-Oh-Ay-Oh-Ay-Oh (Nigga, Midwest Choppers)

[Chorus x2]
I'm talkin 'bout ghetto love,
Girl dont keep me waitin for that
Ghetto love! talk bout misbehaving.
Because when I get you home in the sack and when I give it to you,
Give it back give it back give it back give it back give it back naked ass(?)

[Krizz Kaliko]
Im talkin bout socks on, socks off, get my rocks off. big old back end, wax on wax off.
You can have it however you like, thin or go bad make it sure the cookie monster is tight.
Ginseng make ya swing from the chandelier , I know I sing but its a real man standin here.
Now that I think cackle(?)
Lay on your back girl, ill have you thinkin im the king of the world!
When I put my thing in ya girl!
Im pullin micro-braids and weaves out, blowin backs and knees out,
Have ya screaming kali baby after that your knees out.
Predator lookin for a black and decker __ wrecker(?)
Better than bed and head and make me wish I never left her.
Hey! dont tell your girl friend how I beat it up and your man;
He so cold to ya and I heat it up.
Let go your inhibitions, reservations: swallow them.
Get some ghetto-ness give it to you at your mom and dems.(?)

[Chorus x2]
I'm talkin 'bout ghetto love,
Girl dont keep me waitin for that
Ghetto love! talk bout misbehaving.
When I get you home in the sack and when I give it to you,
Give it back give it back give it back give it back give it back naked ass(?)

[Kutt Calhoun]
Have you ever all witnessed the "just been hit with a dick" stature?
From a nigga like me who licks it then hits in it after.
(ohh) in your cervix servin you some of this summer salami,
Work up a sweat from passionate sex like performing palates.
Ghetto! im lex-er than steel when it comes to real sex in the pill,
No step in this fill if you scared of catchin a di-lzn-ick.
Real spit, or do you prefer lil' dick?
She said "no I likes it nice and hard to bring the real shit"
And ill be commin (commin) from around a corner with a box of magnums to put it on ya.
Backpack and newports with third patron ya(?)never hear kutt calhouns a loner.
Im not sincere, not me from the bottom of a bad mother fucker named sascha fears(?),
Drink (drink) your kool-aid with a booty naked aint nothin but some mother fuckin sex in here.
(I) beat the koochie, (I) treat the koochie, (I) never heard a bitch call me a pussy,
(WHY) aint seducing shutem up quick, makem cover up dick like shes a __(?)
Tellm kutt just what you like little mommy and we can settle up,
We'll have you twitchin, feinding, and constantly thinkin bout my ghe-bout-bout my

[Chorus x2]
I'm talkin 'bout ghetto love,
Girl dont keep me waitin for that
Ghetto love! talk bout misbehaving.
When I get you home in the sack and when I give it to you,
Give it back give it back give it back give it back give it back naked ass(?)

[Tech N9ne on the hook]
I want you to pop it and dip then upswing your hips, back it up and dont trip,
Let your back bone slip, spin around get a grip, of the pole and then flip,
Baby thats the way you strip, heres your tip, not on the lips

[Tech N9ne]
(hey hey) the ghetto be missin me, I had an epiphany,
I need some ghetto lovin so I get what their diggin me,
They sniffin and kissin me, "wanna split with me? all in favor say yes,
Is you is or is you aint my constituency?"
Heimlich, all over tech n9ne dick, imma bark and grind this,
"do you know your beautiful and your fine miss?
And you two you three find this, well we never be minded,
I love big behinds, call me your highndness,
"hey mister mercatroy I love when your workin;
You're twerkin that ghetto booty even makin suburban boys,
Make alot of suburban noise, got money in my pocket like im a turban boy."
So after your koochie crusade, you know she ghetto if she come and bring you kool-aid (ohhh yeahh)

[Chorus x2]
I'm talkin 'bout ghetto love,
Girl dont keep me waitin for that
Ghetto love! talk bout misbehaving.
Because when I get you home in the sack and when I give it to you,
Give it back give it back give it back give it back give it back naked ass(?)

I'm talkin about pole slidin, lap dance ridin,
Do something strange for some change if your buying,
But big strippers make big tippers, show no thankful for all their booty you give us.
For just a drink or two, she'll make and wink at you.
Drain your change till she think you're through,
The ohh she gotcha booty bopper, oochie wobbble watch ya while she callin you poppa.
The urge to push to thrust I mean to shove takes you back to the ghetto, for some...(ghetto love....)

Poh me anutha
Poh me anutha
Poh me anutha drank
My pocket is full of bank
You want me to stop I can't
It's sho hot in this place I think I'm bout to faint

So baby..

Poh me anutha
Poh me anutha
Poh me anutha drank (Do It) [x2]

[Tech N9NE]
I wanna couple of dem para-dises
Gimme two of dem sum a dem beetches
That's the Hennesy at the top
That's fifty dollars a shot
Too much will make you pop to pieces
Cause when I party yes I drink to sin
Gimme drunk enough I'll probably bink a friend
Rumble in my belly
Head is in the toilet
I will never ever get drunk again
I'm talkin bout them other cats
Drinkin a little boo and then they had enough of that
Dark is what I do can never get enough yak
But when I do what I do while they mixin em
What I gotta ask
Sane lookin man gon make me three
Cups of delicious K.C. Tea
That's Hennesy, Sprite and lemon
If you got better than that you gotta make me see
Off in the club fucked up
And I got all of my bucks up
Twenty women at the bar right next to me
Every one of them just lucked up
Saturday night Voodoo Loungin it
Cause P & L club's got boo boo sounds in it
All twenty comin with the crew who's down to hit
Til the break of dawn wit a new new poundin it
Last call
Ain't no such
Then we drinkin one in my clutch
Keep the party goin
I'm getting your lust up
Everybody we be comin to lift your cups then

[Chorus]
Poh me anutha
Poh me anutha
Poh me anutha drank (Do It) [x2]

My pocket is full of bank
You want me to stop I can't
It's sho hot in this place I think I'm about to faint

So baby....

Poh me anutha
Poh me anutha
Poh me anutha drank (Do It) [x2]

My pocket is full of bank
You want me to stop I can't
It's sho hot in this place I think I'm about to faint

So baby...

[Kutt Calhoun]
I'm theatre of the hood
When it's lights, cameras, faction
Niggas gon be niggas when it's fight satisfaction
I walk up to the bar smellin like the Kenneth Reaction
Niggas reactin like you must be out of his slacks
When I'm undressed I confess I act a foolery
A pocket full of duckettes
Buku bitches and jewelery
I'm buyin out the bar like my name was Anheusur Brewery
And hittin bush by the duece
Like Jesus created two of me
Haters they make me famous
So I'm deservin an Oscar
Walkin by niggas notice my swagger's disturbin they posture
But I don't ever pranks bein gangsta got a steady aim
Cause the K will make them feel more hits than Teddy Pain
So I don't tease about the way I'm makin cheese
I know you haties wanna cease and desist
But it will never ever happen
Cause I'm definitely rapping
At the party wondering will I quit
I simply say

Poh me anutha
Poh me anutha
Poh me anutha drank (Do It) [x2]

My pocket is full of bank
You want me to stop I can't
It's sho hot in this place I think I'm about to faint

So baby...

Poh me anutha
Poh me anutha
Poh me anutha drank (Do It) [x2]

My pocket is full of bank
You want me to stop I can't
It's sho hot in this place I think I'm about to faint

So baby..

[Potluck]
I'm the type of drinker with no mixers in my liquors
Crown Royal on the rocks serve it in your biggest pitcher
Rock the cocktail thinking Potluck too high to talk to women
Just wanna get em drunk shut em up and get up in em
She tipsy off six shots
She's feelin my Rick Ross
She wanna lick a rapper and roll wit a big boss
Push it to the limit
Everyday's another party
Pineapple mali and Bacardi turnin all the women naughty

Uh-Oh

I be drinkin everyday like I'm on tour
And I love to get high like bon jour
Take another shot the shit's contagious
Like Nicolas Cage you live in Las Vegas
I'm sedated (?)
Aimlessly lookin for faded hoes who wanna get naked
Cause bitch it's under rated
So pour me another drink
I want one
I'ma take it to the head til they all done
I can barely stand up let alone run
But the name of the game is to have fun
So take a shot with me little mama
I promise I don't bite like Jeffery Dahmer
I'm goin to the top like Barack Obama
I'm a never slow it down like a comet
So I'ma..

Poh me anutha
Poh me anutha
Poh me anutha drank (Do It) [x2]

My pocket is full of bank
You want me to stop I can't
It's sho hot in this place I think I'm about to faint

So baby

Poh me anutha
Poh me anutha
Poh me anutha drank (Do It) [x2]

My pocket is full of bank
You want me to stop I can't
It's sho hot in this place I think I'm about to..

(Big gasp) I feel like I'm about to throw up. (ugh!)
Gang sighns cause I'm kixin' it! (oh)
Guess I never grow up. security! ease up, let a big star enter.
I just want to drink and flirt with the female bartender.
Kixin' it, You up tight but I'm in a loose mood.
Mixin' it, not much ice its a vodka and juice booze.
Mixin' it, which one might be the vodka and boose boose.
Fixin' it, my home slice yellin out 'coose dude'
Heh, dont do the same old two step throw it up I want to see what city you in.
Dancin with a beezy, got my hands where the cushion at.
Yellin at the squares 'what the hell is you lookin at?'
Booty I'm gripsen it. know that I'm gunna be twisten it
Never could tell me to cool it because I'm a villain and baby we kixin it!

[chorus]
I'm cleaned up, my greens up, I'm teamed up.
The tea must be steamed up because we kixin' it.
We got the liquor in the door we mixin' it.
We lettin everybody know we hate fakes, frauds, false, foes.
We dont want to see 'em. we let everybody know we kixin' it.
We got the liquor in the door, we mixin it.
Come on everybody ooohh!

Kicken its automatic once I bit into this tablet probably never quit kicken it 'till I kick my drinking habit.
I doubt it will ever happen but never is what you never say.
Matter of fact I havent had a drink well since yesterday.
My dictions a lil slurry and visions a lil blurry
Stomache bubblin a lil bit, chickens a lil curry
The club fin to close so sippen this in a hurry
And plus I'm temperarly fixin n gettin merried
The party's in the parking lot, loomin the mac world
Sobered up and noticed I was stroken on a fat girl!
Ohh ohh no no sin the clubs please say it aint so!
But I'm still in to kick it though, cup empty get some more
Say I shouldnt drink and drive, I party at the liquor store!

[chorus]
I'm cleaned up, my greens up, I'm teamed up.
The tea must be steamed up because we kixin' it.
We got the liquor in the door we mixin' it.
We lettin everybody know we hate fakes, frauds, false, foes.
We dont want to see 'em. we let everybody know we kixin' it.
We got the liquor in the door, we mixin it.
Come on everybody ooohh!

Done dealer tech n9ne, ron ron, got these chicks waving they hands in the air like they pom-poms.
Pop the military mind it but I'm calm niggers ask for a little bit of war but I'm nam.
Hit the club for an hour then I'm gone to the after party twenty missed calls from von-von.
I'm on some shit way over your head, swear to don if I get pissed I'm probally goin faaade
We's big time, you's hardly major. we spot bad chicks and fill em up with party favors.
Yeah all the haters we skrillin get stilla grit. get an empty cup and fill it quick.
'Till its six in the morn, in the tel, killen slit lay my perpes, till the day I die who spit it real as this.

[chorus]
I'm cleaned up, my greens up, I'm teamed up.
The tea must be steamed up because we kixin' it.
We got the liquor in the door we mixin' it.
We lettin everybody know we hate fakes, frauds, false, foes.
We dont want to see 'em. we let everybody know we kixin' it.
We got the liquor in the door, we mixin it.
Come on everybody ooohh!

Take yo phone an shine your light an with your left cause te liquor id in your right hand.
Put your phone up, turn your cup up. grap a lady put your hand right on her butt.
Now squeeze it squeeze it come on squeeze it squeeze it.
Thats your gal now ya'll can go on home and lay that ass on the couch and get your bone on

(feat. Big Scoob, Messy Marv)

[Tech N9ne]
I used to press my Dickies with Stay Flo
Sold pieces for my reli, Chasin peso
Now they want me with nothin cause I let my pay show
So I hop inside of my Mercedes and let the bass go...
On you hatin ass niggaz
I deserve everything I get, A creatin cash getter
I aint puttin the 2 on the 10
I'm makin vast figures
You fags bitter, mad
Wanna be fakin class with us
How they thinkin they gonna come and conquer us?
Little Mini Cooper hatin on a monster truck
Ponder such, I'll have you up in yonder, stuck
Not a nare nutta brotha stutter that conjure a...
Nothin, Nathin, The Ruger's penetration
Inside of ya head is what's soundin like it's bassin
Boom, Bing, Bang
All you haters in the game, Strange lane takin aim
Aint a damn thang sane, I get it in
Want some drama? Well I can fit it in
We can make it so you're no longer a citizen
Suction from beneath you
We just a little dust'n
All because I'm bringin the bucks in

[Chorus]
They wanna leave me with nothin (Huh uh)
But they aint talkin about nothin (Huh uh)
So I aint trippin on nothin (Huh uh)
They come to get me, I'm bustin (Uh huh)

They wanna leave me with nothin (Huh uh)
But they aint talkin about nothin (Huh uh)
So I aint trippin on nothin (Huh uh)
They come to get me, I'm bustin, bustin (Uh huh)

[Big Scoob]
On the block it was hot to not to run from the cops
I used to cop and used to chop
And dump my rocks at Ms. Scott's
And on the late night at Ms. White's
I'm fuckin with Will, We used to play fight
Then one night, We came up with Vill
Young thugs dump drugs
Nigga hungry for meals
Young thugs jumped blood
Nigga itchin for kills
Shit was real in the field, man
This shit was too real
Lost my homies to this shit, man
This shit is for real
But nigga, Nowadays the streets
They go hard on the hustla
All these pussy niggaz lackin
So us real niggaz suffer
Not plentiful for me no more
It's hoes in the game
Since I smell when paper foldin, man
I rollin with Strange
Pour some whiskey, Party with me
Tell the Feds if they miss me
They aint comin for me now
Then nigga, Bet they don't get me
So all you muthafuckin sucka niggaz wishin me gone
Big homie, Strange Music
Resurrection, I'm home

[Chorus]
They wanna leave me with nothin (Huh uh)
But they aint talkin about nothin (Huh uh)
So I aint trippin on nothin (Huh uh)
They come to get me, I'm bustin (Uh huh)

They wanna leave me with nothin (Huh uh)
But they aint talkin about nothin (Huh uh)
So I aint trippin on nothin (Huh uh)
They come to get me, I'm bustin, bustin (Uh huh)

[Messy Marv]
All I do is sell dope and nigga talk bricks
Talk with bananas and talk clips
Ride around and smoke kush with the yurner on me
Drink them champagne bottles with the flower on 'em
All that talkin loud will get a nigga a hit
You see them cherry red chucks?
Yeah, I'm with the shit
Anyway I bounce out, man
I hit 'em up and I'll lock up with you
We could get 'em up
I still wear a gold grill, 10 across the bottom
They call me 19-5 cause a nigga got 'em
Click-Clack, nigga
Yanka get yanked on
There's been alotta hatin, nigga
Since I came home
Anything a nigga do, homie
It's Federal and come with football numbers in the level 4
They wanna bee a nigga dead, man
But nathin, Tech fuck them muthafuckaz
They could keep hatin

[Chorus]
They wanna leave me with nothin (Huh uh)
But they aint talkin about nothin (Huh uh)
So I aint trippin on nothin (Huh uh)
They come to get me, I'm bustin (Uh huh)

They wanna leave me with nothin (Huh uh)
But they aint talkin about nothin (Huh uh)
So I aint trippin on nothin (Huh uh)
They come to get me, I'm bustin, bustin (Uh huh)

[Bouncer:] Party night to night alright you can come on in
You're good skinny jeans come on in
Tight shirt come on in
Ah that new rock n roll gay look, yea you're cool come on in
[Tech:] What's up man?
[Bouncer:] Hey man you can't get in here boy
[Tech:] What's wrong with me man?
[Bouncer:] Well can't you read the sign boy?
[Tech:] No French braids, No dread locks, No gold teeth… gold teeth
Aw you don't want no black folks in here huh?
[Bouncer:] Can't you read the sign? It says Power and White I mean Power and Light District
[Tech:] Look here man, how much it gonna take to turn this all white club into a nigga club?

[Chorus]
Let me in the door
If you say you hear me knockin what you standin there for
Who I gotta kill or sleep with
Cause I'm the world's best kept secret (Let me in)
Let me in the door
If you say you hear me knockin what you standin there for
Cause I'm the one that do that music
Ya feel but you still refuse this
Let me in the door

[Verse (Cash Image)]
Right now fore my goons have to tear it down
We don't wait in line and we don't stand around
We in clubs and we draggin actin brand new
Actin like he never seen my face and I ain't got loot
They know I'm Cash Image
And I'm with Tech N9ne
And fore the club close the owner gonna respect mine
We spend a lotta money and that's the bottom line
Ten cars on chrome plus the neck shine
Baggy jeans on and J's worth a lotta bucks
And you ain't gotta know me
You can tell my dollas up
Poppin collars in the club
Turn the bottles up
And all the models in the club wanna follow us
It's Mr. Chevy man
You hear my song playin
And every time we in the club we be spending grands
First deny Tech then deny me and I was No. 1 on 103 for 40 weeks

[Chorus]
Let me in the door
If you say you hear me knockin what you standin there for
Who I gotta kill or sleep with
Cause I'm the world's best kept secret (Let me in)
Let me in the door
If you say you hear me knockin what you standin there for
Cause I'm the one that do that music
Ya feel but you still refuse this
Let me in the door

[Verse (D-Loc)]
You say you hear me knockin so why you don't wanna let me in
But I ain't buggin so tell the cops to come and get me in
Complain about my shoes ain't really talking bout shit
Dude I spent like 350 on this outfit
NV ain't gon let me in
Seein as he actin funny with me
What it gonna cost me homie
I brought a little money with me
I don't wear tight shirts
My pants kinda baggy
KC hat tilted so now they wanna red flag me
I buy the bar every time
Point blank period
The doorman hate takin his job too serious
Me Cash Image with Tech and Kaliko
About big business so what I'm talking to a bouncer for
The women see me scream my name like the announcer spoke
They actin brand new this week so I'm about to go
To the block and bubble
And get plenty cake
I just wanted women and I don't like this club anyway
So fuck ya'll

[Chorus]
Let me in the door
If you say you hear me knockin what you standin there for
Who I gotta kill or sleep with
Cause I'm the world's best kept secret (Let me in)
Let me in the door
If you say you hear me knockin what you standin there for
Cause I'm the one that do that music
Ya feel but you still refuse this
Let me in the door

[Verse (Tech N9ne)]
I get money from music and I like to spend spend
And when I hit the town they gonna let me ins in
But these other clubs gonna be trippin like I begin sin
You hear me knockin? Aw yea well let me in then
Cause NV ain't so friendly
They got a gay assembly of femmes
Who think the blacks be packin semis
That's why they don't sell no Henny
Stink butts who think bucks
But they don't know my bank account is like a Brinks truck
Could buy it any day
2.1 on a new building and lease
The N9ne has plenty say
The rhymin get me paid so I resign
Cause NV gay and plus NV stands for no vaginas anyway
They place me in lil weezy wee give no love
That's why when I bring Chingy in there and he peed in your club
Not in the toilet either (Nope)
You don't enjoy the beaver (Nope)
You'd rather plot on how to give a lil or the peter
America's clubbin phase two I erase you
My pants are too baggy even though I'm clean and I'm paid too
Orlando south races they treated me cold
And Lightening Strike and Power and Light won't let the Nina enter both
Whoa guess my Dickies the wrong clothes
Play my music but won't let me and my homies through the doors
Over one million records sold
Lots of money to fold
They should let me in any club in KCMO
And I'm the biggest tipper
Bartenders know me well
And waitresses love me
So club owners go to hell
You got that goal to sell
But you want this bro to fail
When it really ain't me cause is your destiny to go to jail
And when you be serving you might see work
On Club Nina when you walk up you might be hurt
You might skee skirt
Cause you ain't getting in if you ain't got a KC hat and a white t-shirt (HEY!)

[Chorus]
Let me in the door
If you say you hear me knockin what you standin there for
Who I gotta kill or sleep with
Cause I'm the world's best kept secret (Let me in)
Let me in the door
If you say you hear me knockin what you standin there for
Cause I'm the one that do that music
Ya feel but you still refuse this
Let me in the door

[Tech:]
Only reason I even go to the club is so I can listen to some loud music
And drink holler at a Bianc
My neighbors be mad at me cause I be shakin the whole block with my system
So that's why I go to the club
I gotta work at the club
Take pictures and sign autographs
Ya know what I mean
I don't need to be in your club for real
And club dollars say I owe 'em 70 dollars I paid 125 dollars to get in
Why you trippin I just wanted to drink
So if 70 dollars is owed that means some cats were there after I left
Ya know what I mean ha ha put it on my tab

[Tech N9ne]
Sickology 101 futuristic b-boyz shit
Your first lesson given to you by:
[Smith]
Mr. smith
[Tech N9ne]
KC MO stand up
Young niggaz representin

[Smith]
Ey
Ask me what I wanna be when I grow up
I aint jus gonna blow up
Im a star I got astronomers tryina get a close up
Telescopes and cameras
Rappers wanna use blammers
But im gleamin from the planets homie
Mine is called kansas city
The cloud in my pocket gotta rain on em
Such a star I saw heavens walls and wrote my name on em
So comfortable at the top I hopped on a plane and claimed everest
You might as well say the boy is himalayan
I rent my rooms on the moon mr smith is comin soon
The angels feedin me cereal with a silver spoon
My hair line is craig smith airlines
The ride from kansas city to LA is as long as a fan line
Im high as '08 gas prices
My votes are twice as high as obamas & I aint gotta ask nice
Im high as techs tour bus
The light skinned one so if you're lookin for me dog look up and try to find the sun

[Chorus]
Im in the air
High in the air
Im in the air
High in the air

[Nesto]
Yeah
Don mean to brag but I froze my peace
And im gettin higher then the nose bleed seat
Dont bring it to my session if your hoe sees me
She'll drop dead in the studio like ODB
Yuh
Its the owner and im verry cool
Plus this weed keep me higher than an air baloon
Copy cat
Like what im wearing dude
Im so fly I walk aroudn wit a parachute
And even rappers lie too
But im the only human with an astronaut suit
See yo entire verse?
Say that youre high its worse?
When you only shootin the air like a fireworks (pussy)
If suckas still on that hatin shit
I stuff em in a bag like potatoe chips
Or bend they ass up like a paper clip
Tech sign me and see how quick ya paper flip

[Chorus]

[Tech N9ne]
(I aint gotta intoduce myself yall know whatitizz)

Why call me underground when I rock the stars
And even they cant see me wit a pair of binoculars
My hip hop and ?? get side swiped to mars
1/3 in extinction hit which left the lime light ajar
You want your scripts to fly
Not in my solar system cause I dismiss em like they wish to die
Mack mother nature and I rip the why
Civillian ladies love me so bro excuse her while she kiss the sky
Call me masta more exalted then a priest or pastor
Blasphemy have me blast facts fast with magma
In the air like dancer and dasher
High in the sky up above mountains off in alaska
Higher then a million heroin hits that fit to last ya
Super celestial when everyone stuck off in the pasture
The whack I will cast ya down below those who get caught up in my rapture
Dont be callin me dog cause I want cha to say it backwards

[Chorus x3]

[Tech N9ne]
Cha cha cha cha
Your first lesson for today man
That was it
Sickology 101
Yall no what I mean
Craig smith
Lepsto??
Tech nina nigga
In the air muthafucka
Sound like a bird flying around
Yeah
Witch masta on the track
We out this biiitch

I know y'all don't see me on TV
Or hear me on the radio
But you industry brats
Better check Billboard and Pollstar
Before y'all get to cryin
About who get seniority at these shows
Especially when compared to me
Y'all aint shit on stage

I hit the stage
Grab the mic and blow 'em all away (I blow 'em all away)
(Superstars), But they know I blow 'em all away, Hey

The gig is over, The gig is over (Bitty bye-bye)
The gig is over, The gig is over (When A play)
The kid is older and gettin colder (Many fly by)
But his will hold ya, So listen closer to (A-A)-R-O-N
They dissin and twistin my name
Because Aaron is scarin these glitz spittin pricks in the game
Hit with this gift, Everybody get a whiff of this script and it's pain
Gotta talk about the people with a attitude
Hiss me and slipped in my lane
I've been wreckin crowds for a long second now
Got 'em guessin how Tech is blessed
And yes, The best in-town rep
On the real, I keep it trill
And when I spit, I aint spillin about my million
It's the feelin that you get with this underground headliner
Mainstream ignored a bro
And they be petty, So jealousy is sure to show
But they rich and got more to blow
And everything's affordable
But they gotta go before me
Because their stage show is horrible

I hit the stage
Grab the mic and blow 'em all away (I blow 'em all away)
(Superstars), But they know I blow 'em all away, Hey
They may be platinum
But they know I blow 'em all away (I blow 'em all away)
(Superstars), But they know I blow 'em all away, Hey

Why you do me like that girl?
You know I love your mama

I just wanted to have a bite with her... or somethin
Didn't go get up on that show to fight with her... or nothin
It was Keyshia Cole, Eric Benét, Gorilla Zoe, Tech N9na and T.I.
But Keyshia was actin Bia-Bia
Why she actin like a (what?), like a (what?)
She aint know I grab the mic and light it (up), light it (up)
She say, "She don't know me"
But I'm the number one Independent in the country
Man, She the only one actin funky
And the people at the Summer Jam, They want me
She say, "She aint goin on before somebody that's local"
And she went postal and loco
Sayin, "Her not closin, Is a no-go"
Down talked me real low though
About how she got more doe and just did a TV promo
No show better than the Mo. bro with the S & M logo
Damn baby, Much success is sittin in your favor
Slam the N9na Tech before considerin the data
Fans waited, So we went, So she'd get it for later
But Frankie said, "Excuse my daughter, She's a bit of a hater"
Dwamn!

I hit the stage
Grab the mic and blow 'em all away (I blow 'em all away)
(Superstars), But they know I blow 'em all away, Hey
They may be platinum
But they know I blow 'em all away (I blow 'em all away)
(Superstars), But they know I blow 'em all away, Hey

Aye, Aye, Check it
I understand seniority
But in this case, On this show, I'm a top priority
In Lawrence, Your minority and I'm the majoriry
Check it, I was young and broke
But I'd fetch it, If it was freshest
Shovel snow for the Eric B. and Rakim record
Promoters called us and said,
"We got this show and want you to close us"
Ghostface and Brother Ali, Rakim with a band, It's so tough
We couldn't wait to see Rakim rock
But he never ever showed up
He swole up cause he didn't wanna go up before us
Man, What's wrong with these people?
Think the world gotta kiss their asses
500 capacity but you wanna get 200 passes
Thought it was about gouda
40 Water told me,
"N9na, Get ya cabbage, Stay savage and ravage the average"
Y'all better hope radio and video
Keep me from slithering... into they circle
I'll change it, That's why they shivering
Rakim the God? He just miss the king's delivering
Cause they know they'll fall
And I'll blow them all to smithereens

I hit the stage
Grab the mic and blow 'em all away (I blow 'em all away)
(Superstars), But they know I blow 'em all away, Hey
They may be platinum
But they know I blow 'em all away (I blow 'em all away)
(Superstars), But they know I blow 'em all away, Hey

Real, Real spill, Yeah
Baby girl,
I know I aint the only one that know you could be bitchy
You know what I'm sizzlin?
Ol' boy,
I know I aint the only one that know you could be bitchy
Do your research before you down somebody else

Get off your high horse
Keyshia Cole, Get off your high horse
Rakim, Get off your high horse
Industry, Get off your high horse
Yeah

Black Walt told me if you wanna bonafide banga
You gotta start with a hard ass kick and a snare (yea)
Add some dope ass music around and a hard MC and you got

[Verse 1: Tech N9ne]
Every night, it seem like we celebrating birthdays (hoooooo!)
Cause rappin on planet Earth pays
Smelling like versa (chaa) or is it Versace?
You got me sloppy from popping this oxys and shots of saki, copy (chaa)
All you ladies in here, I am sharing wood (chaa)
I just, wanna lay between ya and ram square into it (chaa)
Cause, when it come to women, ya man Aarons good
I done been inside-a more woman than planned parent hood (chaa)
I got more bottles, than new born babys, for youporn ladies
I want you drink up till you horn crazy and rape me (chaa)
Till im lazy and achey (chaa), wanna get shady and tape me? (chaa)
Okay baby lets say we tape me inflating your trakey (chaa)
Im just partying I ain't letting the tool spit (chaa)
I ain't tryan have you haters layin below the pool pit (chaa)
40 acres and mule sit, in my garage with a cool kit (chaa)
Eat, drink and be merry mang and miss me with all that bullshit(?)
Aint not telling how drunk and how you'll get

[Chorus 2x]
(Hey hey)
We party and bullshit
Booze it with floosies (hey hey)
And that's how we do's it
Not the Biancas we choosing
Everybody lose it, listenin to our music

[Verse 2: Big Ben]
And they like, and they like, yup do that thing you do (I am)
What you mean? baby gurl I need some liquor too
Aye, she need a picture too, Big Ben she want a picture too
Im F-L-Y, so why not? We can flick a few (fuck yea)
Knock the lenses out my frames and start the ruckus (yes)
So when I scream through the scene you kno you niggas finna crush it
Max out on swagga, not your ordinary rapper
But I do my thing extra, like no ordinary madness (Gotya)
Keep that smooth movement so proper
They keep choosin on ya dude cuz I be's all about my dollas
On the baddest bitch swaggin through, its not a big deal
Shit I receive more tongue then a double stacked thizz pill
Its real, what you say you lose the crew and (e)scape with me
No need to slow it down you let them other suckas pace the speed, dig it? (yep)
Fuck it, imma party like a trap star
And probably get my ass thrown out for going that hard
Aye, Aye

[Chorus 2x]
(Hey hey)
We party and bullshit
Booze it with floosies (hey hey)
And that's how we do's it
Not the Biancas we choosing
Everybody lose it, listenin to our music

[Verse 3: Shadow]
Okay... you said 24 right?
Imma tell you keep it here
I go by the name of Shadow

Yo, yo flow miss me, buy vodka, get pissy
Roll with tech n9ne, bear arms and get grizzly (prrrrraaa)
Ever ready, a killer that flows angelic
Story telling and battle rapping who can't sell it?
Should I speed it up? Nah imma keep it strange
My inner voices told my outer voice to be deranged
The devil on my shoulder got a devil on his back
Who told em everytime I see Biancas give her ass a smack
I need a bumps rock, fresh pair of sucka duckaz
Its a party, im bullshittin with moafuckas
Shadow fly, look at bitches with a crooked eye
Battle me? I think your favorite rapper rather die
Who you know could spit a flow this clean?
My notesbooks to 10th grade, I got so many 16's
Please, I got a lot of hard tones, that'll fuck up your view with a view
Like Star Jones
Yall clones, my style is the original
Half you wack rappers just opitimize pitiful
But me? Spittin classic is a ritual
I stopped liking rap when the lion got habitual
Im sick of you, the streets turned me to a cetinel
Im so not Common, but I still see the bitch in you
Shit, can't nobody out-rhyme me
So Tech, call Trav right now and tell him sign me

[Chorus 2x]
(Hey hey)
We party and bullshit
Booze it with floosies (hey hey)
And that's how we do's it
Not the Biancas we choosing
Everybody lose it, listenin to our music

Yea... throw ya cups in the air if ya drunk like me, yea
Tech N9ne, Big Ben, Shadow, X-rated vodka and sprite boy

[No lyrics]

[Intro]
Here we come baby it's a party bitch!
Here we come baby it's a party bitch!
Here we come baby it's a party bitch!
If you mad at me HEY Sorry N' Shit

[Chorus]
You hate my everything
Sorry N' Shit La La la
You see my better game
Sorry N' Shit Na Na NA
I'm Like whatever man
Sorry N' Shit
I say Sorry N Shit,
We say sorry n' shit
Na Na NA
[repeat x2]

[Verse 1]
I'm with my goon squad
We moving light em' all
We hits the club and does our thing
My goonies by the bar
We ghetto superstars
They know just who we are
We pistol poppers chopper choppers
Blame it on the bar
Yeah Im dis-respecting neglecting
When I be on that booze
I hope you listening im twisted
And dont make sudden moves
I came to party chase pussy
But i'm still with the goons
If I get heated say fuck it
Then they gonna clear the room
No need to wonder my thunders
They out there by the whips
They keep the heaters near meters
In case you pussies trip
See I'm so gutter and gullie
And I can make it ugly
I know these pussies be hating
But will they bitches love me
But fuck some trouble lets huddle
I'm fisting for the day
And I'm beligerent ignorant
But I'm still on my game
She say im so disrespectful
And I keep calling her bitch
I told her suck on these webbels
Then I said Sorry N' SHit

[Chorus]
You hate my everything
Sorry N' Shit La La la
You see my better game
Sorry N' Shit Na Na NA
I'm Like whatever man
Sorry N' Shit
I say Sorry N Shit,
We say sorry n' shit
Na Na NA
[repeat x2]

[Verse 2]
They call me beast man
Streets sweep your release than
Keep heat in my seat for the beef fan
I keep it pimpin keep my mug on monster
If they get to tripping Ima plug they roster
Ima minus niggers out upper cut and knock ya
Give a three piece to this thug imposter
I just wanna kick it take a blunt to the head but they hatin
The bitches love me want to jump on my bed
I take em' to the crilla they just jump out they jeans
With petrone and amorilla it aint hard as it seems
My theme music pumping baby arching her back
With ease im in her belly first night like a mack
Best believe when we leave no strings attached
And she rings i chasing paper aint no callin her back
I proceed to pick her up but she was soon to forget
I hit and told her gobble my rebels
Then I said Sorry N' Shit

[Chorus]
You hate my everything
Sorry N' Shit La La la
You see my better game
Sorry N' Shit Na Na NA
I'm Like whatever man
Sorry N' Shit
I say Sorry N Shit,
We say sorry n' shit
Na Na NA
[repeat x2]

[Verse 3]
You got d-will in the buildin
I'm pouring Liquor and chillin
Rolling Swishers to the ceiling
Plus I Roll with my villains n shit
And we just trying to kick It man
Then a lot of bitches Came
She cousins with such And such
And she fucking With what's her name
I'm Like whatever man
And Something hella better came
Hit me off with everything
Plus Her name and her game
We headed back to the Bar
And the liquor started To pour
She drank about (1,2,3,4)
Yeah Now shes hella Juiced up
Baby start to Loosen up
She wanna take Me to the car and start to Do stuff
Baby was a true slut And after two nuts
She said If I wanted I could put it in her Ooh what
She had my dick like as hard As a brick
After I hit I went back inTo the party and shit
Two weeks later When I was out
She came up and said What goes on
But I didn't recognize That hoe with her clothes on

[Chorus]
You hate my everything
Sorry N' Shit La La la
You see my better game
Sorry N' Shit Na Na NA
I'm Like whatever man
Sorry N' Shit
I say Sorry N Shit,
We say sorry n' shit
Na Na NA
[repeat x2]

[Verse 4]
The Rogue dog villains say Sorry N' Shit
UHHHH
Fuck up they party and shit
UHHHH
There about to go caugt me in this
Uhuhh BITCH Uhuhh Nigga
We bangin aint no stopping this
Man we on top of shit
Aim for my block and get
Pain from Your poppa bitch
You need cuchi Therapy from Techa Nina yrr Doctor trick
I can make You wetter but you better know How to rock a diiiick
Better take a little jaw shackle
Nah tackle get up on a nigger Put it up
And there better never Be no obstacles
Tripping on my Dick I'll cackle
Rubbing it like Shes in a rod raffle
I'm a nice Guy but it's like I might fly
Down To the first and get the broad Snapple
Take it and miss got a Lot of it
Say that she's the type To swallows it
I holler quit
Cause she got to squeezing On my balls a bit
I'll admit It was good at the beginning
But you got to pardon me miss
I said you hurting my webbels
And she said Sorry N' Shit

[Chorus]
You hate my everything
Sorry N' Shit La La la
You see my better game
Sorry N' Shit Na Na NA
I'm Like whatever man
Sorry N' Shit
I say Sorry N Shit,
We say sorry n' shit
Na Na NA
[repeat x2]

[Intro] First entry for Sickology 101, Dysfunctional
[Tech N9ne]
Yeah
Don't you bring me nothing stupid
If you don't want me to lose it
Step back if you don't want me to attack
I'm a beast, Better give me the deuces

I have no tolerance for nonsense
Get away from me
Me don't wanna get dollars
Don't wanna holler but you makin me
I'm a little dysfunctional
You're the problem, Please don't awakin me
And I'm that way cause back in the day
Most have forsaken me

Lodi dodi, I'm at the party
On a drunk night with a punk
Might dude wanna pick a fight because he's sorry...
That he aint Gotti, Like I be
Cause he sloppy, Not me
Costly rocks be spot free
But he don't know I'm roguish
Surrounded by my soldiers
And they be locked and loaded
Will explode if you can't hold us
And we don't got no scruples
We didn't come to fight and shoot you
But you busters better be mutual
Don't get loose because we cuckoo
Listen, They call me genius, I run the show
Woman be on my penis, It's wonderful
Demons think they the meanest
But I brung the foe on the flow
Little bit sick, Don't you know?
[Hook: Big Krizz Kaliko] I'm a little dysfunctional, Don't you know?
If you push me, It might be bad
Get a little emotional, Don't you know?
You could fool around and make me mad
I'm a little dysfunctional, Don't you know?
If you push me, It might be bad
Get a little emotional, Don't you know?
Might fool around and make me mad
Don't make me mad
[Big Scoob]
Born to hustle
I'm a product of environment
The game done changed
So I've been forced into retirement
But I make moves and I paid dues
And I got common sense
Since I can't lose and I can't choose
Then I'll come back to spit
I got hit songs but I've been gone so long that I don't fit
Near death, Dethrone but can't get on
So I need me a lick
I write these songs but don't belong
I'm on some other shit
I'm huntin leads in desperate need
I hope it's comin quick
I'd wrap my brain to find a lane
That's gon' bring me some change
But it's so strange, My life has changed
And I am not the same
I come around but since I'm down
It feels uncomfortable
I try to hide it deep inside but I'm dysfunctional
I never learned to hold it in
I gets emotional
First, Implode then explode
I'm combustible
So please don't push to play me, pussy
On some real shit, Won't be defeated
If I'm heated, nigga
Oh shit!
[Hook: Big Krizz Kaliko] I'm a little dysfunctional, Don't you know?
If you push me, It might be bad
Get a little emotional, Don't you know?
You could fool around and make me mad
I'm a little dysfunctional, Don't you know?
If you push me, It might be bad
Get a little emotional, Don't you know?
Might fool around and make me mad
Don't make me mad

[Big Krizz Kaliko]
I aint no killer but don't push me
Qu-Qu-Qu-Quiet boy never been no pussy
Could be carrying something up under my hoody
Course me never snap and kill a baller, y'all
Or would he?

Now I wanna be peaceful
But I carry Desert Eagles where ever black people are
You know how black people are
I peep 'em out, Try to stay evened out
Wanna preach to 'em but their evil keep on seepin out
Emotions get the best of me
Messed up and then y'all get the rest of me
Depressed and stressed, Feel like my destiny
I know y'all think less of me
Cause I'm always sick and I can't let it be
Pharmaceutical soup be the best recipe
It's gon' be the death of me
I need depikote just to coast
While I keep throwin them pills down my throat
Dysfunctional blunts will do
Smokin Bombay can give me Fung Shui
But I wish that it all would go away
Or maybe I should pray for Jesus Christ
To just un-pretzel me
Tryin to pray for change
But sometimes it feel like he lets it be
So I just take another couple doses
Probably be fine but if you get too close
You'll find out that I...

[Hook: Big Krizz Kaliko]
I'm a little dysfunctional, Don't you know?
If you push me, It might be bad
Get a little emotional, Don't you know?
You could fool around and make me mad
I'm a little dysfunctional, Don't you know?
If you push me, It might be bad
Get a little emotional, Don't you know?
Might fool around and make me mad
Don't make me mad

[Intro - Tech N9ne]
Man...
I cant even picture myself
Not breathin
...but its certain

[Verse 1 - Tech N9ne]
I love too much
I love too many to count em
So extras and pets its easy for me to go on without em
Cause everything goes away
Love it eventually gets stowed away
Why does it have to be when you're breathin when even
And then you're heated wonderin why is it cold today
Immortal its fake and impossible
But everytime I look up I'm shakin an obstacle
Whats gonna happen when time is up and I gotsta go
Beautiful lands are took away from my opticle
Its not that I'm afraid of death
But afraid of the thought of my people laid to rest
They're sayin theres six million ways of death
But not even money way could fade the stress
Its certain...
That a person...
Got somebody lookin workin to close the curtain
Or maybe something...
Outta some dream...
With a devilish soul for hurtin
Sometime I be wishing I didn't love...
Cause when its away I be missin love...
Your mother your father your children are livin to die from the crib then a ditch is dug
From the process...
I get naucious...
Cause I cant see my death and its causes
Pac he saw it around the corner
But me not breathin is a pound of balogna
I keep fightin and I'm tryin...
To get right in my mind bryan...
Cause one day I'm gonna see you even though I cant picture the 9 dyin
I'm flyin....

[Chorus]
Far far away from here (n nothin I can do about it)
Everything I love go away from here (I'm wishin I could do without it)
(I think you're gonna go)
Far far away from here (n nothin I can do about it)
Everything I love go away from here (I'm wishin I could do without it)

[Verse 2 - Krizz Kaliko]
See I tried to call for you father
But nobody answered
And I tried to scream out loud
But nobody pampered
But your leadin tomorrow
And I'm just a youngster
I'm deep in the sorrow
But nobody wants to(die)
Now I gotta try to get from pain I'm never escapin ya
Maybe I did to much to you you you by forsakin ya
And now I see a reflection of you off in my son
Cause hes the same complexion of you color of the sun
And now I'm done baby makin hatin it to even see my baby sleep
Cause he gotta die one day or barely deadly deep
And I'm stayin too far away from him
Spend too many days from him
Tears steadily fallin I'm creatin em
And its getting colder you getting older year by year
Never know when you gotta go far away from here
Listen here...

[Chorus]

[guitar solo - 4 BARS]

[Outro - Tech N9ne]
Far far away from here
Everything I love go away from here

[No lyrics]

[INTRO: (spoken)]
Areola, that shirt came off, that bra came off and...so crazy
What a day. What a motha fuckin' day. I tell ya.
Baby, I'm home! Hey, baby!
What's that smell? Smell like..like my baby's pussy.
What the fuck?! (Oh, shit! Sorry! Shit!)

[CHORUS]
What do you do when you're workin, come home, and I'm creepin' out the back door
Pants on the floor and you're lookin' at her sayin' "Whatcha doin' that for?"

[VERSE 1]
This is how it goes when you're hard at work (hard at work)
I'm with ya lady and I'm all up in her skirt (all up in her skirt)
She chose a rapper 'cause this rapper know how to tap her
Strap her down and attack her while you sneak in, watch pornos and jerk (watch pornos and jerk)
And ya can't be mad at me 'cause your thick bitch wanna ravage me
Got my big dick in her cavities then it's spit spit I'm in anatomy
And ya can't come badgin' me 'cause she sick wanna insert half of me
Straight addicted to the master he whips the sticks up without batteries
Poetry in motion
I make her water 'cause I'm a scholar I father her twat and bother her I got her
She'll eat anything I want her to eat, she'll swallow anything I want her to swaller
She'll go down & chew on my dog, doin' anything that'll make me holler.
And you the victim don't even know whats ya comin' home to, I'm bangin it out & she's screamin like we doin kungfu.
Im feelin' right cuz you the one she do the wrong to.
Now that you know your lady is creepin' - whatcha goin' do??

[CHORUS]
What do you do when you're workin, come home, and I'm creepin' out the back door
Pants on the floor and you're lookin' at her sayin' "Whatcha doin' that for?"

[VERSE 2]
But it aint no need though, cuz I'm a G tho.. I find em, then fuck em, feed em & I let him repo.
I understand you're punchin that clock, but while you're punchin man, Im punchin that twat - gonna get that overtime
BG Bullet does step over the line, gotta key to the crib, this pussy's suppose to be da line,
This bitch too old to be lying, she done told her husband things suppose to be fine,
You da bigger man, and I'm her clover leaf now, what about the clothes that he found:
Did you tell him you love him, did you tell him you wit it,
Did you tell him you this love his dick every time that you get it - I don't think so,
So Ima keep things low, keep pullin these strings close that pop that El Nino - (yes!)
Cuz Im the best at it, your lady's sex addict - all in the spot when ur not, getting my head patted.
But Ima keep this thing respectable homie, I'm using condoms in your festival homie, no need to killa nigga!

[CHORUS]
What do you do when you're workin, come home, and I'm creepin' out the back door
Pants on the floor and you're lookin' at her sayin' "Whatcha doin' that for?"

[VERSE 3]
What would you do if your boo crept on you-with me, new tattoo with the letter "P" - all over her humps like the letter "B".
Trip if you want to, scared nigger - never me: your girl has been land-marked,
That means that I marked her - that means that I skidded sperm all over her twat fur:
That means that I got her, where you never had her- sex game critical, now she is a master.
You never got ur dick licked, mine is getting tongue-kissed, she could suck a orange thru a straw - call her Sunkist:
Man, she a cold chick, yeah I know you miss that: bank account access- ya- you know I did that.
Put it where her ribs at, then I let her slip on it -if ya like it then ya shoulda put a ring on it.
Cuz Paul Mussan had that pussy with a sling on it. And I aint even poppin' E homie, but the question is:

[CHORUS]
What do you do when you're workin, come home, and I'm creepin' out the back door
Pants on the floor and you're lookin' at her sayin' "Whatcha doin' that for?"

[Verse 1]
I got my face painted, crazed aint it
That a black dude lookin like he got a white tattoo
People thinkin that he way tainted...by evil
Treat you like fecal wanna beef you when they meet you
People perceive you to be lethal when you aint see through like tissue
I feel like the industry givin me vivid stupidity
When they distribute these fictitious sissys
When I rip it so serious and wickedly...No forgiving thee
When I claim the strange everybody tellin me I'm insane with bane
I'm an independent, talented individual,
But workin with the industry is a reindeer game
And they call me rudolph the red
They know I don't rip off the mic but I chew off the head
Spit it at the PDs and DJs and VJs who be gay
you fakin, you get threw off a ledge
If you tough we snuffing, Homie trust me nothing
Is worse than knowing your beautiful but get treated like an ugly ducking
So I'm Rocky Dennis, but I'm so polished nothing can stop me in this
Bad in the brain and the good is not replenished
The fakers who imitate me and mock me, finished
We check the mill, yes its real
Through Strange I dont need ya major label record deal

[Chorus]
Thats real people act a different way with me
I feel that nobody wanna play with me
Thats ill cuz they treat me like a stain on they clothes
The industry and my foes
They treat me like I got a Red Nose Red Nose Red Nose
They put me down and treat me like I got a Red Nose Red Nose Red Nose
Dont make me clown and have to go put on my Red Nose

[Verse 2]
They tend stray away from me because I'm different
And its been this way with me ever since I was an infant
Other kids were jealous, they say the look off in my eyes seen hellish
Never knowing later in life I would relish,
The thought of me ballin living my life and sell it
I blame it on program directors, go and request us no damn selector
But if you got a lot of dough man they bless ya, sure can depress ya
When you knowing that there aint nobody better mayne
Stuck off in the cold when the bad weather came
Now they gotta see me livin it up and cheddar gain
Coming from forever pain till it never rains
So I throw up the finger, to everybody who got a tore up demeanor
Thinkin that Tecca Nina was sho nuf a dreamer
But the flow is so heavy that it could show up Katrina
Now its time to take it, and you all must face it
Tech Nina is sacred, all you hating fagets couldnt see me with lasik
Red Nose, the leader so follow, you gotta get ready to get up and go is the motto
Made it through everything negative, bravo
The money thats coming to me feel like I won the lotto
Now I'm bout to put the slay on auto
Swoop down on the djs tell em all to quit the replays
Make em put Tecca Nina in the Sorado

[Chorus]
Thats real people act a different way with me
I feel that nobody wanna play with me
Thats ill cuz they treat me like a stain on they clothes
The industry and my foes
They treat me like I got a Red Nose Red Nose Red Nose
They put me down and and treat me like I got a Red Nose Red Nose Red Nose
Dont make me clown and have to go put on my Red Nose

[Verse 3]
I'm comin and drivin my short bus
With this nose I dont need to torch up
Bustin through like the industrys Porsche
coming after who didn't support us
Rip down it's bleachers I blew up cause my sound it ether
Underground up and found this creature
Not scared of a nigga with clownish features
I'm makin a name outside your mainstream
Real, it wasnt an insane dream
from the beginning I really came clean
You about to see Strange gleam, take it over in gain green
Strange Music and RBC along with Fontana we gon change things
Now its so funny cuz with money I can fly away
Or leave them haters off in the deepest darkest hide away
Why do they do me wrong? my music truly strong
Because I'm different all you cowards wanna shoo me gone
Yes this is Strange year, worldwide fames near
But the games queer, sometimes I feel like Rudolph the reindeer
And the music they said blows, is on top and the cred grows
You're gonna have to open up the door for the bro with the Red Nose

[Chorus]
Thats real people act a different way with me
I feel that nobody wanna play with me
Thats ill cuz they treat me like a stain on they clothes
The industry and my foes
They treat me like I got a Red Nose Red Nose Red Nose
They put me down and and treat me like I got a Red Nose Red Nose Red Nose
Dont make me clown and have to go put on my Red Nose

[No lyrics]

[Verse 1: Tech N9ne]
And I aint tryna be no husband
I'm just tryin' to get your lovin'
Ain't no time for you to be stubborn
Aey!
And I ain't that kind that just be hoverin'
Over no blind bianc that's sufferin'
In the mind she got a lot of flusterin'
Listen I got this thang
I wanna do bang all over you
Strange what Imma do
I wanna put you in the lane that gets we pain
I really wanna put you in the car
get you at the house
?
? throw you on the couch
?
take it out

[Chorus x2: Tech N9ne]
Take it off
Here's my shirt baby
Let me take it off ya (Get if off)
Here's my skirt baby
Let me take it off ya (Take if off)
Put in work baby
I'm about ta off ya (Get if off)
Do me, do me
Give it to me and I got cha (Take if off)

[Verse 2: Tech N9ne]
You lookin' like you really need somebody to come please ya buddy
Then come ?plead ya naughty?
Hey!
I'm tellin' you you need to seize my Johnny
It won't tease ya nanny
Escuse me so irisy
I'm diggin' ya yes I wanna get in ya dress
The N9ne lickin' ya breast then I'm fixin' ta
Hit it to the people that thinkin' I had a cook out
If you got a pretty punani its gettin took out
Take it to the crib then I rip ya off
A good guy with the jugular so baby look out
OH
I'm lookin for a ho e-o-e-o
If she wanna know me low she go
Baby gotta blow me slowly though
Hit it real slow for a minute then stepped up the pump
Hit it from the back and I pepped up the rump
But I beat it of a nigga that messed up the cunt
So I ain't gonna smell it if that's what you want
How many really wanna know about Tech
Gotta give a women that psycho sex
If she got a best friend we all are sexin' if she first then I go next
Here I come baby to break it off
When I'm done they gotta tape it off
Never defeated the better lover the heated
If Imma give her the business then Imma tell the baby

[Chorus x2: Tech N9ne]
Take it off
Here's my shirt baby
Let me take it off ya (Get if off)
Here's my skirt baby
Let me take it off ya (Take if off)
Put in work baby
I'm about ta off ya (Get if off)
Do me, do me
Give it to me and I got cha (Take if off)