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    Tech N9ne's Lyrics Page

    Wuddup technicians. Britton here at Strange HQ. We just added a "Lyrics" page to the site it's under the "Media" tab at the top of the page, or you can just go to http://www.therealtechn9ne.com/page/lyrics-1 if you want to check it out.

    We are missing some of our older catalog (especially Anghelic). We are aware of this and we will be working to update this soon. Thanks!

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    Senior Member k-skale's Avatar
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    Badass dude. Thanks for that. I'm sure I've got most of the songs down by now, but nonetheless... good lookin' out.

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    SICK

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    Glad they brought it back...cause B-4 this whole My Page....the lyrics were available, then after the update it wasn't...so cool, I like that as an option.

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    He's A M A Z I N G I can't even read as fast as he flows!!!! Cant w8 to see him again in April!!!!!!

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    1. Tormented



    One for the devil, two for my God
    Father please forgive me while I rock this broad
    Tormented
    I've been lovin' coochie since it was
    Invented
    Ask me does it get me yes it does
    Feels lovely
    Pink or brown without even with fuzz
    They love me
    All up on me off up in the club
    Addicted
    Gotta get her off in the room get her out them
    panties Get wicked
    Get her in the bed real quick get hit with a
    whammy
    Can't shake it
    Try to pass it by but homey I
    Can't make it
    If it was non-existent I would die
    Stay with me
    I don't want to ever let it go
    A quickie
    Beat it down like I'm Riddick Bo
    Real stiffly
    We can do it fast or even slow
    I'll lift thee
    Up on the bed or on the floor
    Obsessed with
    Pussy coochie nani on my mind
    God bless it
    Hit it from the front or from behind
    Get naked
    I'm horny baby don't you waste my time
    Don't mess with
    Psycho alpha schizo Techn9ne



    Tormented
    Money women liquor hella drugs
    Tormented
    Lookin' at me from afar you'll get a buzz
    Tormented
    Father can you tell me
    What it is what it was and what it shall be
    Death



    One for the demon, two for the son
    Father please forgive me while I drink this rum
    Tormented
    Liquor got the nina feelin' real
    Demented
    So intoxicated I could kill
    Get fucked up
    When I'm havin' trouble payin' bills
    Might luck up
    If I got the dough to drink until
    Get twisted
    Ain't no tellin' what I'm 'bout to do
    Get wicked
    Feel me up I'll try to fight a crew
    Don't touch me
    Bouncer want to show me to the door
    Don't rush me
    Please partner I don't want to go
    Shame on me
    Chuckin' ain't a damn thing changed
    Rain on me
    Fuck it do it till I feel the flame
    Don't test me
    Try to fight em fair no lead
    Get messy
    But the alcohol said
    Go ahead
    Can't stop it
    Alcohol is taken over blood
    Don't mock it
    Bitches like it thinkin' I'm a stud
    No expenses
    When I'm out I get a lotta love
    I'm drinking everything the tender
    Tryin' to give me in the club (16 bars)



    Tormented
    Money women liquor hella drugs
    Tormented
    Lookin' at me from afar you'll get a buzz
    Tormented father can you tell me
    What it is what it was and what it shall be
    Death



    One for the spirit, two for the blood
    Father please forgive me while I take this drug
    Tormented
    Wanna live my life in a day
    What I meant is
    Drugs help escape the flame and Pain
    THC
    Roll it light it now you smoke your weed
    Marijuana
    Puff it pass it till your eyes bleed
    White cocaine
    Light it sniff it now you feel the rush
    Numb your brain
    In hell you're an angel on the dust
    PCP
    Dip it wet stick it's numb numb
    Dank and weed
    They hit it quick Where I come from
    GHB
    This do it fluid is called date rape
    LSD
    Hit it trip it now things trace
    Vallum pill
    Got this villain chillin' stayin' paid
    Bounce until
    I'm feelin' ill or till the day breaks
    Extacy
    Cop it, pop it, roll time to club
    Sex to me
    Is who I'm taking home so I can fuck
    Grant Rice is
    Money, drugs, liquor, and them ho's
    My life is
    Based on sex drugs and rock and roll



    Tormented
    Money women liquor hella drugs
    Tormented
    Lookin' at me from afar you'll get a buzz
    Tormented
    Father can you tell me
    What it is what it was and what it shall be
    Death



    One up in heaven, two here in hell
    Father please forgive me while I chase this mail
    Tormented
    Rollers
    Try to get it not the jingle but the fold up
    Stackin' papers
    And the coppers can't control us
    Chasin' relish till my fuckin' pockets swoll up
    God forgive me but the heavens got to hold up
    Get it quickly is you wit me this a sho nuff
    Don't be bitchy 5150 hit the dough up
    Killer hippies niggas wish we never showed up
    Don't be dummy get that money daddy told us
    Got to steppin' daddy left and never showed us
    So we started pushin' weed
    And pushin boulders
    For Tony Roma on the corner til we blowed up
    Get it sewed up
    Tormented
    I don't know so don't you ask why
    Intended
    For nina to getta piece of pie
    Rest in peace
    All I want is money so I can fly
    I'm chasin' relish scrilla cabbage
    Money hungry till I die
    Tormented


    2. Stamina

    Stamina
    I'll be damn
    If I'll ever be
    Took away by the demons
    I'll never be what 's the weather
    When I bust a rhythm I come
    With the heater cleverly
    Nigga nothin' will never be
    So killa , flowzilla, gorilla
    If flow was a felony I'de be
    In a line hella doing time
    For the (click, click) TECHN9NE


    3. Sinister Tech



    You're the one nigga
    Who's a dumb nigga
    And a bum nigga
    You're a slum nigga
    Better run nigga
    When I come nigga
    With a gun nigga
    You're a bitch
    Buck you
    Never trust you
    Never loved you
    Never was you
    Imma touch you
    Imma bust you
    Imma crush you
    Mother fuck you
    That's my nigga Aaron Yates
    lee lee killa Norman Bates
    Holla at me like I'm ollie gates
    Imma put the milli to your face
    The nerve of ya yellin you're a murderer
    But ain't nobody ever heard of a
    Killa killa doing damage off up in suburbia
    Sinister rhyme minister
    TECH N9NE be the menace (yes, yes)
    Diminish ya finish with the dementia
    I'm the grimmest.
    I done told y'all I was comin'
    Better start runnin'
    Or bust like a cannon
    Cause Imma leave hella destruction
    Mental breakdown and famine
    I would advise you
    Not to slide through
    Cause I will oblige you
    With a rhyme flow
    That will demise you
    How can I bow down
    To a broke rapper with a foul sound?
    How can I flow rounds
    With an MC that can't chow down?
    Where would you be
    If you did'nt copy off me lil' boy?
    This type of shit that I enjoy
    I sum you up with
    Bitch flows, punk foes
    Sluts hoes, case closed



    If you ain't got shit to fuck with this
    Take that dead shit on
    And if you're bitch in the club with ass on me
    I'm gonna take that home.
    By the sinister TECH N9NE
    By the sinister, by the sinister
    By the sinister, TECH N9NE
    Vill-on y'all know me by the
    Hmm, Hmm, Hmm, Hmm, Hmm
    Hmm, Hmm, Hmm, Hmmmmm.
    Everybody say KC's in the house what



    Bounce, rock, skate or fight, shoot, hate
    We so chilly they call us abominable
    Everybody know we phenomenal
    Get ya' money, get ya' women
    If you're getting nothing
    Your living is comical
    Simon bar sinister
    Climbing star finisher
    Swine and lard vinegar
    Rhyming hard blimisher
    Realistic Heathenistic
    Killer with a vengence
    Breathing this shit
    Your whole facad's punkish,
    I'll make you kneel before Zod
    Biblical hits, flippable kickable spits
    Niggas with critical lyricals
    Never no mythical shit
    Step into the evil fickle abyss
    Wiggle in pittifulness
    Swivel this and get pistol whipped
    It's been along ride
    Tecca Nina just won't die ei ei ei eiya
    Better feel it when I drill it (trick)
    Real is when I kill it (Mitch)
    Hit it hit it
    Never ever tell a millimeter killer
    Quit it, Bitch!





    Off the hook, stalking in clubs
    Tossing em' walkin' in blood
    Barking that rogue dog shit
    Dirty devils better hold yaw lips
    Nina ripping, ill beast flows
    Yeah we know it will reach gold
    Platinum, feel these flows
    Comin' off of kill creek road
    Say my name five times
    TECH, TECH, TECH, TECH N9NE
    I will appear in your mirror
    Thru your chest ripping out your spine
    Hungry like an Ethiopian
    Living off the blood in your veins
    Alias Donny Kevorkian
    Never were you ready for the pain
    What do ya get
    When you cross TECH
    With a hard ass track?
    Innovative, twisted
    Psycho, thugged out
    What do ya get
    With Rock, Will, Phlaque and Dynomack?
    Nitwits, misfits, sick shit, Nnutt Howze
    What do ya get
    When you cross tech with a fine bitch in the club?
    KY, bou lou, motel, sextime.
    What do you call a rappin' ass
    Rogue dog villain pretty mother fucker?
    Donny Quest, Azmo, Sinister TECH N9NE



    TECH N9NE's in the house


    4. Psycho Bitch



    I want you to quit
    Calling me
    Calling me
    Following me
    Following me
    Why do you trip with me
    After you get through
    Swallowing me
    Never knew this Bianca
    Would explode
    Like this
    Now that I know this
    I must reload
    Gat clips
    How many ever met a
    Psycho bitch
    Down for the minute
    But a major twist
    Came
    With a bit of game
    Met that bitch
    Sickness
    Everybody peep
    The evil symptoms
    So you'll know
    When sexual activity happens
    And tears start to flow
    Time to go
    They come with a
    Big package in back
    Chest is twice that
    But the fatal attraction
    Will only get you
    Ice packs
    Better watch what you do
    When you sleep with a woman
    That's on the edge
    In your bed
    Cause you'll be resting
    In red
    Killa killa
    They'll find the number
    To your residence
    Non-hesitant
    Unprecedented
    Ain't no mystery
    To her steez
    She's demented
    I ain't never gonna get myself
    In another mix up
    With a psycho bitch
    Millimeter
    With a master plan
    So you won't be off in a ditch
    Like this
    Wild child
    Running wild
    Behind the smile
    Is a frown
    That'll make you lay it down
    Quickly
    She's shifty
    Killa strictly
    Outta come and get me
    From a rose
    To a three fifty-seven
    Three sixty
    Psycho bitch



    Never ever do it
    Down low
    With a psycho bitch
    Better never ever go out
    With a
    Psycho bitch
    Everybody better learn
    How to see a
    Psycho bitch
    Cause your bitch might be her



    What you gonna do when they
    Pop at you
    Gloc at you
    Fill 'em with the venom
    Who the fuck
    Are we talking to psycho bitches, psycho bitches





    I was holding her
    Hugging her
    Rubbing her
    Sucking her
    Kissing her
    Plugging her
    But she thought
    That I was
    Loving her
    All the loving was gone
    When she found out
    She was wrong
    Calling my Momma's house
    At three a.m.
    Quit playing on my phone
    They say this
    Psycho bitch
    Was made from us
    Psycho bitches
    Say they get nothing
    But hate from us
    Psycho bitches
    From the angelic to ravenous
    Psycho bitches
    Stay the fuck
    Away from us
    Psycho bitches
    She got my
    Gas cut off
    But I
    Don't know how
    She got my
    Phone cut off
    But I
    Don't know how
    Bitch even got my
    Lights cut off
    But I
    Don't know how
    Wish I knew back then
    What a
    Nigga know now crazy bitch
    Followed me to my
    Main thang's domain
    This dame
    Brings more pain
    Door chain
    Broke after the door rang
    Must be on cocaine
    Insane
    Yanks will mess up
    Your thang
    No brain bitches
    Will have you stressing
    Using Rogaine
    Didn't chill with her
    Deal with her
    N9na had to get
    Ill with her
    Trick tried to kill
    Mrs. N9NE
    So I had to hit her
    With a grill splitter
    Never do sex
    With a psycho Bianc
    Anybody with her
    Better pop your trunk
    Run better get a gun
    When the bitch come
    Better know
    She's a psycho killa
    Killa
    Hard
    When he hit that piece
    And then get her up
    And out
    With a dis
    Scarred
    When he knows
    That he's been up in the mix
    With a psycho bitch





    Never ever do it
    Down low
    With a psycho bitch
    Better never ever go out
    With a
    Psycho bitch
    Everybody better learn
    How to see a
    Psycho bitch
    Cause your bitch might be her



    What you gonna do when they
    Pop at you
    Gloc at you
    Fill em with the venom
    Who the fuck
    Are we talking to





    As the
    Smoke clears you wonder why this woman
    Packs the
    Most fear
    She keeps a broken heart
    And a three eighty
    Close near
    From me to you
    If you sense
    She's psychotic
    Better watch what you do
    What they do
    They say this
    Psycho bitch
    Was made from us psycho bitches
    Say they get nothing
    But hate from us psycho bitches
    From angelic to ravenous psycho bitches
    Stay the fuck
    Away from us psycho bitches


    5. Real Killer



    I was kicking it
    With this chick for a minute
    She picked me to hit it
    Real stiffly I sitted
    He spit
    Then we quit it
    Then I told her
    To miss me
    And splitted
    Quickly I lit it up
    No problem to get it up
    Then she called and said
    She needed me to help her
    Get rid of what
    A baby
    She said she wanted me to kill it
    No evidence
    Blood
    Don't spill it
    I'm saying at first
    I didn't feel it
    But then I started to ponder
    On what was coming up
    Yonder
    A baby by a fling
    Made days seem
    Really somber
    So we both were in agreement
    The baby I seen it
    Thinking of killing it
    Made me almost fall
    To the cement
    This ain't a job
    I can do myself
    I ain't got the brain for this
    So I called a homie in Kansas
    Who was trained for this
    He said
    The way I rap
    And make skrill for a living
    He said he kills for a living
    For the grip span
    He's a hit man
    So I paid him a fee
    He told me
    What date it would be
    Me and her was down
    But I really don't think
    The baby was G
    So we three road to Kansas
    Baby probably thinking we scandalous
    Can't even walk
    And we band his
    Life
    Man is trife
    Walked in
    And he told us to relax
    I sat
    And he took
    Her and baby to the back
    Before I came
    I smoked some dope
    To calm me
    They came back
    And she was baby less
    And she was looking like a zombie
    Baby gone (Baby gone)
    Were we wrong (Hella wrong)
    Gotta move on (Gotta move on)
    Let it alone (yeah)
    I dropped her off
    But she didn't hate me
    For killing the baby
    She said she still
    Wanted to date me
    Crazy
    I'm riding and I'm thinking
    Why
    I took a life
    But I ain't tweeking
    I know God
    Probably thinking
    I should die



    Real killer
    That is me
    Real killer
    That is me
    Real killer
    That is me
    This is what you call a what
    Real killer
    That is me
    Real killer
    That is me
    Real killer
    That is me
    I don't really give a fuck
    Real killer
    That is me
    Real killer
    That is me
    Real killer
    That is me
    Know that ain't nobody iller
    Real killer
    That is me
    Mass murderer
    Natural born killer
    That is me



    A couple of years later
    I'm creeping with this chicklet
    Little thick chick
    Hit it raw
    And gave her triplets
    I need to learn to hold my liquid
    So I called my man
    In Kansas City, Kan
    I told him I
    Needed him to do it again
    After he put 'em away
    I asked him
    Homie how could you
    Be so raw
    He said to me
    How could you be so raw
    We scatted
    one year later
    I splatted
    In the same chick
    She wanted to have it
    But I made her do
    The same shit
    So I murdered five kids of mine
    I'm 'bout to sit in hell a lifetime
    Bid for mine
    Cause of abortion
    No more
    Abortion
    Now it's blown out of proportion
    Insane
    Never again



    Real killer
    That is me
    Real killer
    That is me
    Real killer
    That is me
    This is what you call a what
    Real killer
    That is me
    Real killer
    That is me
    Real killer
    That is me
    I don't really give a fuck
    Real killer
    That is me
    Real killer
    That is me
    Real killer
    That is me
    Know that ain't nobody iller
    Real killer
    That is me
    Mass murderer
    Natural born killer
    That is me


    6. Cursed



    I was born in seventy-one
    In seventy-two I started to walk
    Seventy-three
    Seventy-four
    Seventy-five
    I learned to talk
    Seventy-six I tried sexing
    That was around the age of five
    Seventy-seven
    Seventy-eight
    And seventy-nine
    I started to ride
    With my
    Uncle Ike
    In eighty and eighty-one
    I was about ten
    But the first time a little chick
    Made me cum
    Was eighty-two
    Or eighty-three
    My life really came alive
    In eighty-four
    I was thirteen
    But
    Nineteen eighty-five's
    The number
    I met this bitch
    Who told me if I got tight with her
    Together we would grow rich
    Type of chick
    That'll make a brother
    Feel good inside
    In my mind when I'm sleep
    Woke
    When I walk
    When I ride
    Getting to me in the room
    Used to follow me into the bathroom
    And I loved it
    She was wild
    And everyday
    People bore me
    Captivate
    Activate my hormones
    When you speak to me
    Softly
    Offer me
    A piece of you
    Cause
    Me so horny
    She let me foreplay
    And that's it
    She said
    If I would rap
    And make some dollars for us
    Maybe I can get a hit
    I was writing
    Then I found myself fighting
    For the juices
    When I found out
    That our little agreement's
    Non-exclusive
    Ah damn
    She let celebrity status hit
    So I'm thinking of tactics
    How to leave ran down
    Prophylatics
    On the mattress
    So I practice
    Hoping to stuff my fat dick
    In this rap bitch
    Knowing when I stuff my cactus
    In that catfish
    Imma flat shit
    She's turning me into a killer
    Devour fools
    I'm powerful
    Like Mecha-Godzilla
    She said
    If I keep rapping
    She'll keep clapping
    But ain't nobody strapping
    Till she see paper
    And then we'll see what's happening
    And I hear her say



    You heard of Tech
    He's like the best
    He built his nest
    In the Midwest
    The boy can flow
    And he be busting like
    Boom boom
    It's like I'm stuck
    I feel I'm cursed
    About to load the N9na
    Tech cause in a sec
    I'm finna be busting like
    Boom boom





    Ninety-three
    She invited me
    To a party in L.A.
    So popular
    She introduced me to
    2Pac the next day
    She took me to this party
    In Beverly Hills
    Where me and Chris Tucker
    Couldn't get in
    Because of our ball caps
    And they was all about dollar bills
    She was a G
    And got us all in for free
    Ran into Pac again
    She talked about him so tough
    I knew she was cocking him
    But I never did hate
    Because I knew
    Heated sex
    Was our fate
    As I got clever
    And a lot better
    She started letting me and my boys
    Hit together
    Me and Pac hit the slot
    Now it's out in the open
    Didn't take long
    To make her get it on
    Came on strong
    And Thugs Get Lonely too
    Was our slogan
    She wanted me
    And Chino XL
    But he backed off
    And said that's hell
    He don't dip into every female
    Waiting to exhale
    With a
    Wet tail
    Wish I could be with baby
    Daily
    But I recall
    The Veteran Click saying
    Tech
    Don't turn a tramp into your
    Lady
    I don't know why
    I want this bitch
    She always dis and
    Won't let me
    Showcase my shit
    This bitch is driving N9na
    Crazy



    You heard of Tech
    He's like the best
    He built his nest
    In the midwest
    And he be busting like
    Boom boom
    It's like I'm stuck
    I feel I'm cursed
    About to load the N9na
    Tech cause in a sec
    I'm finna be busting
    Boom boom





    Fuck this
    I'm ready for
    One on one ruckus
    Still she like
    Don't touch this
    When I'm alone with her
    It's on
    When the bone hit her
    Get her
    Hoeing off in L.A.
    With my folks
    Me and Yuk, Phats, Gonz
    L Q Max Key
    Hella knocking your back out
    Bitch
    Long strokes
    You a nympho
    Who the pimps though
    Me and Roger Troutman
    Had you at Juan Momma house
    Shouting
    Through the talk box
    You exhaust cocks
    And you ought not
    Ever get caught hot
    Why she always gotta have the vault lock
    Kinda mad when I really
    Thought back
    Me and Rza hit that ass
    On the video set
    Why did we hit
    Raw
    Bitch told us
    How she fucked
    Eminem
    Kool G
    KRS
    Monch
    Exhibit and
    All
    Type a niggas
    When Felony fucked
    He said
    What what what what
    I was next in line
    Right after he busted his
    Nut nut nut nut
    I heard
    My homey Rodney say
    She want me and Lynch to hit
    Sac and MO dick
    And she said she wanted it so bad
    Cause we so sick
    I saw you at 92.3
    The Beat
    With Jay-Z and Damon
    I know at times
    I'm hella complex
    But now Imma put it in lamens
    I wanna fuck you
    Not with Jimmy Jam
    Not with Terry Lewis
    Not with Quincy Jones
    Not with QD3
    Just me and you
    And Imma show you all the things
    That I can do
    Go platinum plus
    Get trapped in your lust
    So I'm hoping me and you can
    Bang bang
    I know you're a groupie hoe
    But I still
    Want your coochie though
    Before I go
    I want you to tell these people
    Your name
    Rap Game


    7. Suicide Letters



    Picture me
    In a casket
    Blasted
    Never nobody
    Knew how long
    The pain lasted
    Keep my eyes tight
    I'm frightened
    But I fights like Tyson
    When playin' this game of life
    I'm losing
    Longing to be enlightened
    Absorb my mind state
    Reduce the crime rate
    And take me out
    When running toward the Lord
    I see 'em fake me
    Out shook me
    So from church I play hookie
    Listen to the words of a brother
    The sick stutters
    So you better better
    Get the get the bags ready
    Comes a killer killer
    Like Skagnetti
    My brains contaminated
    Hella rotten
    Wasn't me that killed you
    Who was it what was it
    The effects of the mildew
    My brain's wilted
    In my eyes the world is a bit tilted
    Lord take me away
    Before somebody else gets killed
    Blood spilled
    Seriously
    This is the letter to my homies
    I'll be missin'
    God told me to behold a pale horse
    But I didn't listen
    It's hard man
    My life is scarred man
    I'm losing my mind
    So now it's time
    Sincerely sign
    N9NE



    I just wanna die
    I don't want to wake up
    I don't wanna cuz
    That's the way that I feel
    I'm barely hanging on
    I don't want to wake up
    I don't wanna cuz
    That's the way it has to be





    I made your life a living hell
    With my infidelity
    Remember your telling me
    All I give a damn about
    Is weed stems and melodies
    Remember you
    Spent 30 minutes in the hospital parking lot
    Crying
    When the blood test read
    The baby of another woman was mine
    99.99
    You should've left
    Along time ago like Mary J. say
    Just let it go like Ray J.
    Con't
    I know your mamma heard
    You yelling mayday
    Spent my life trying to R-A to the P
    You sick of me
    Always bein' B to the R-O-K to the E
    Now there's nothin'
    Else left of me
    I was a bum
    But you still wanted some
    Through the rain, snow and thunder
    Foul ups , bleeps and blunders
    But no man shall tear asunder
    Is what you said
    You should've put multi bullets
    In my head
    When you found that evil
    Instinct was a song
    Where the events actually went on
    This is the letter
    To my homie, my friend
    Who put up with me for 8
    So now to take me
    Really quickly is my fate
    I'm sorry
    For making it hard
    I know your scarred
    I'm losing my mind
    So now it's time
    Sincerely sign
    N9ne



    I just want to die
    I don't want to wake up
    I don't wanna cuz
    That's the way that I feel
    I'm barely hanging on
    I don't want to wake up
    I don't wanna cuz
    That's the way it has to be





    I love ya'll
    The dynamic duo, my babies
    It ain't your fault
    That your daddy's crazy
    Donny,
    I miss your drumming like me
    One day you'll be ruling
    Leelee,
    I miss you in my face
    Yellin'
    Daddy, what you doin'
    You two are the reason
    Why I'm still standing today
    But I'm 1600 miles away
    And you get my heart sinkin'
    When I start thinkin' about you babies
    I heavily start drinkin'
    On a daily puffin'
    I'm seeing my heart
    I gots to toughin'
    Can't see me leavin' my angels with nothin'
    So I keep bussin'
    Use my pain for you two
    I've gotta come up in the game
    So one day you can do the same with yours
    Love you galore
    And I ain't playin'
    makin' me put an end
    To this suicidal mind state sayin'



    I don't want to wake up
    I don't wanna cuz
    That's the way I feel
    I'm barely hanging on
    I don't want to wake up
    I don't wanna cuz
    That's the way it has to be

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    8. It's Alive



    One
    And then comes the two
    To the three
    And four
    Two-thousand Techa N9na
    Is hardcore
    With a K
    See me step up on the track
    Like a thug
    Make it pound
    At West end
    Then make a dub
    To the homies in jail
    When you making bail
    Time to act an idiot
    A lot
    Not just a little bit
    Watch when Kansas City hit
    Tech N9NE's gonna
    Spit it
    You want this record
    Cool
    Go get it
    Hot when the flame's lit
    Gloc where the bane sits
    Shock when the pain quits
    Pac would've banged this
    Instantaneous
    When I aim at the miscellaneous
    Ask me ask ask why why
    I'm the strangest
    Because
    Nobody ever wanted me rapping
    But I knew within me
    I could make it happen
    Flipping hella different
    To get it cracking
    Never biting nothing
    I was never jacking
    Millimeter spitting
    Ripping up a show
    And got the people trippin'
    Everywhere we go
    And now we getting
    You to know that misery
    Is coming
    We were summoned
    Now the haters running
    When we gunning
    Yo
    You don't know
    That I'm 'bout to blow
    K C M O
    Better bang this
    People make there jokes
    And say we're off to see the wizard
    Well me and Dorothy
    And Toto's on your ass
    When you visit



    It's alive
    Aw hell
    It's alive
    Dod Gwamn
    It's alive
    Odd Male
    It's alive
    I am
    Been in the dark a minute
    But now I made it through it
    This Kansas City
    Imma show you how we do it.
    We say walla milli dollar
    Then break a lot a jaw



    Who would bust like
    My it's ruffcut
    And it's
    True hood stuff
    Bright hot wild mystic
    Plus mannish
    Alien nation
    Invasion
    Black White and even Asian
    Is gazing
    At the raised
    In misery faze ravin'
    For the crazed heaven
    Six six
    Triple eight
    Forty-six
    Ninety-nine three
    We back
    Sick with nickel plates
    Whorey chicks
    Mighty mine be
    We pack
    Just when you're knowing
    Where I'm gonna be
    I vanish
    Step into my brain
    Got it so dark
    That you can't see
    Godd dammit
    Your flows come in
    Your flows go out
    My flows eternally
    Coming out your mouth
    Your makers in
    Some haters doubt
    And yes it's pitiful
    Not even pinnacle
    Better know when I bust
    I can do it everyday
    With a mind full of lust
    If you really must
    Get with a N9NE millimeter gun
    Then trust
    You'll get left in the dust
    Everybody better move
    When I groove
    Imma hit 'em with a bus
    Anybody with a bigger mouth up in here
    Better hush



    It's alive
    Aw hell
    It's alive
    Dod gwamn
    It's alive
    Odd male
    It's alive
    I am
    Been in the dark a minute
    But now I made it through it
    This Kansas City
    Imma show you how we do it



    Kansas City City City
    That's where I really wanna be
    Grime and gritty gritty gritty
    Back up when I throw that V
    Up in the air air air
    That's five seven R D V
    And you know nare nare nare
    That'll represent
    Like me
    Yo we did it in Kansas City
    Yo we did it
    Like Biggie say
    Much love
    My left mind
    Said Tech N9NE is Iggy J.
    You can find me
    Off in Kansas City on Saturday
    At Maniax
    Or at the Motel 6
    Laying up with two chicks
    The Lenny and Squiggy way
    Or Jack
    Tripper
    I'm Tech the rap
    Ripper
    On Cognac
    Liquor
    I'm Tech the gat
    Clicker
    I'm up on that
    Thicker
    Than water track
    A whipper snap
    Who's trying to bring
    Tony Kannedy
    Del Shawn
    And Chipper back
    Signing off
    Rhyming off
    The wall constantly
    Timing off
    Never that
    Clever raps the comp can't be
    Creeping
    Seeping through the crevices
    Hella beefing
    Thinking they can stop
    The heart of Kansas City
    But the heart of Kansas City
    Is beating



    It's alive
    Aw hell
    It's alive
    Dod gwamn
    It's alive
    Odd male
    It's alive
    I am
    Been in the dark a minute
    But now I made it through it
    This is Kansas City
    Imma show you how we do it
    It's alive
    Aw hell
    It's alive
    Dod gwamn
    It's alive
    Odd male
    It's alive
    I am
    Been in the dark a minute
    But now I made it through it
    This Kansas City
    Imma show you how we do it
    We say walla milli dollar
    Then break a lot a jaw


    9. Einstein



    If you got scratch
    Nigga
    Get the fuck up
    Throw your hands up
    If you hella
    Fucked up
    Einstein
    TECH N9NE
    Two triple zip
    Crack a jaw
    Whip 'em all
    If they wanna trip
    Ladies with the bar codes
    Meet me after this
    Maybe you can show me
    The meaning of abyss
    Everybody on the wall
    Momma is a bzzz
    Had her at
    The Budgetel
    Stroking
    On my dzzz
    This ones
    For the psychos
    Gang bangers
    And sluts
    Bumbs holding the pipe
    Those
    College graduate fucks
    I feel for no foes
    I kill till I close
    My trap
    I'm ill when I flow
    And you never doze
    When I rap
    TECH TECH
    Gimme women and much alcohol
    And I'm straight
    Eat drink
    And be merry
    Yo come tomorrow
    Might be your fate
    Yo look
    Look over there
    It's that
    Nigga with the hair
    TECH and Juan
    What a pair
    The rest equals
    MC squares
    What



    Who got this
    Mutha fucking house
    On lock
    Who
    Einstein
    Huh what
    TECH N9NE
    Dwamn
    Who keeps it sizzling
    Who keeps it hot
    Who
    Einstien
    Huh what
    TECH N9NE
    Dwamn
    K C Mo Roll
    K C Mo Roll



    Everybody witness
    My soul sickness
    If you dig TECH
    When he's twisted
    Then go get this
    Bringing the house down
    When I rip shit
    Like the plates shifted
    Angels come in many shades
    Either drunk or lifted
    The Einstein
    Meaning gifted
    Too slick to get with
    My shit was broke
    But now I fixed it
    With the quickness
    You missed it
    When I used to roll with
    Misfits and Nitwits
    But now who I do biz with
    Ain't none of yo business
    Blood thirst
    In the church now
    The earth's
    The worst
    Clutch your purse
    When we lurk
    Cause we cursed
    From work
    Trying to
    Party like a mutha fucka
    Broke as a joke
    Don't hire me
    But you arrest me
    When I'm selling my dope
    So who's the Einstein
    In N9NE N9NE
    TECH N9NE
    I'm crime mind
    In my prime
    I'm mixing
    One fifty-one
    With Malibu rum
    And pineapple juice
    Among all my angels
    And wicked ones
    We're the party people
    Night and day
    Living crazy is the only way
    Einstein
    When I'm on it
    Einstein
    Rock it
    Like you mutha fuckers want it



    Who got this
    Mutha fucking house
    Who
    Einstein
    Huh what
    TECH N9NE
    Dwamn
    Who keeps it sizzling
    Who keeps it hot
    Who
    Einstein
    Huh what
    TECH N9NE
    Dwamn
    K C Mo Roll
    K C Mo Roll



    What do we say
    To haters off top
    Haters got beef
    They thinking we got
    We gon get postal
    If it don't stop
    You can get ghost
    Or you can get shot
    Generation X
    Gon party till the death
    Anybody tripping
    Gettin greeted with a stretch
    Taking everything
    And we're leaving nothing left
    Demons gotta die
    Have 'em breathing last breaths
    I feel that
    I got will
    And I'm gon bill
    Till I'm killed
    Bell till I bail
    If I fail
    Then I'm gon steal
    What I will
    TECH is a realist
    Running with killas
    You better vill this
    Be the witness
    To the coldest
    When I hold this dick
    They break camp
    When I flow this
    Einstein go the ill route
    Throw up your hands
    If you're villed out
    Or if you're real sauced
    I told ya'll I'm cold
    Dog I flows
    All heat
    I'm representing
    Rogue Dog
    Rogue Dog
    Fifty-seventh street


    10. PR 2K1



    You want me to jam
    I'm finna
    Enter brain waves
    Pain from insane days
    Make you sick
    Like bad mayonnaise
    TECH N9NE
    Got the remedy
    Rhyme infinity
    Criminally
    Finna be some shit
    I'll crack you open
    Like the youngest male Kennedy.
    Got the whole planet
    Rocking off the low blows
    Damn it
    I show flows
    And poke hoes
    That's suppose to be yours
    Seeing my haters
    In the dark alley
    Tormented by mine
    Dodging the TECH N9NE
    Now here's the message
    Liberate me
    Chocolata tay
    Imma rock
    Not play
    Do the fuck what I say
    Throw your souls in the air
    Like this
    Flash your bar codes
    While I stick 'em
    With another hit
    Up out of abyss
    The TECH N9NE N9na
    Out to find vaginas
    Just a player
    Clubbing it
    Rubbing it
    Loving that
    Creamer streamer
    Might seem a little extreme
    My thing
    When I flips
    I gots to make sure that it's hot
    Make the whole planet rock
    Like this



    Make that ass hop
    Don't stop
    Down south biancs
    Make the planet rock
    MidWest
    Too much ass in one room
    Rat tata tata tata
    Tata tata boom
    Make that ass hop
    Make that ass hop
    All the ladies in the party
    Make the planet rock
    See that ass hop
    Watch that ass hop
    All the fellas like to see you
    Make the planet rock



    Call it what you want it
    Ghetto futuristical
    Get up on it
    There's a bianc up in my sector
    Can I bone it
    Cause all we want to do
    Is get drunk
    Get blowed
    Spit shit
    Spark blunts
    And fuck hoes
    We're quick to beat a buster down bad
    MidWest Side put me in the soundlab
    Now I'm ton niviganmad
    I flipped it backwards
    For you flow snatchers
    Blast y'all
    In the ass
    N9na playing fast ball
    Crash all
    Glass jaws
    Mad y'all
    Cause last call
    I was in the back
    Of the club
    Banging the hell
    Outta this bad broad
    On my planet
    We take no haters for granted
    They crisscross
    Ten seconds till lift off
    Be soaked in pistol grip sauce
    Ripped off
    The techniques complete heat
    Retreat six feet
    Under six feet
    Unique speaks
    Freaks tweak
    Never let the beast seep
    Can it
    While the trooper
    Techa N9na
    Rock the planet



    Make that ass hop
    Don't stop
    Down south biancs
    Make the planet rock
    MidWest
    Too much ass in one room
    Rat tata tata tata
    Tata tata boom
    Make that ass hop
    Make that ass hop
    All the ladies in the party
    Make the planet rock
    See that ass hop
    Watch that ass hop
    All the fellas like to see you
    Make the planet rock



    I got the type of flow
    To make 'em make
    Scream 3
    Six rappers being hunted
    By a killer
    M C
    I never kill the Bianca's
    With the 36D
    I party
    With the bitches
    On my planet
    Looking crispy
    Swiftly
    Making rappers do
    Three sixties
    Never knew
    Three sixes
    Other niggas
    Trying to dis me
    Be under
    These prefixes
    Non ill
    Malfunctional
    N9NE rambunctional
    Never let up
    On a heated mic
    Till I'm comfortable
    Rogue
    Fifty-seven
    Fifty-six street gang
    Grips we gain
    Anybody wanna trips
    We bang
    Hit us with a what
    Lyrical head splitter
    Making hella hoes
    Get a nut
    Make 'em put the rolls
    In their butt
    Let a hoe be a slut
    Negro never give a fuck
    Why the attitude
    N9na ross
    You got the sauce
    Nigga I'm mad cause the Chiefs lost
    I'm pissed off
    In Kansas City
    I'm straight from the abyss
    TECH N9NE
    I got the whole planet rocking with me
    Whole planet
    Rocking like this



    Make that ass hop
    Don't stop
    Down south biancs
    Make the planet rock
    MidWest
    Too much ass in one room
    Rat tata tata tata
    Tata tata boom
    Make that ass hop
    Make that ass hop
    All the ladies in the party
    Make the planet rock
    See that ass hop
    Watch that ass hop
    All the fellas like to see you
    Make the planet rock


    11. Here I Come



    I've been around the world
    And I Yi Yi
    Don't know why people
    What?
    Why people go to the strip club
    To spend their dough
    Just to see butt
    To see these ladies strip
    And take off all their clothes
    I do not know why
    They choose such a spot
    I just don't know why
    We get hot
    It's probably cause
    They make it hop and twurk the pole
    And their headlights are sitting bold
    Makes it look like its getting' cold
    Can I hold you tight
    Hop on my lap
    And do that dance
    I come to spend ones and huns
    On lovely skin
    Booty weighs a ton
    Let the game begin
    Cause here I come
    Teccanina swope down like space invaders boy
    Pull out the piece like on you haters boy
    Forget about the haters
    I don't wanna talk about 'em
    On this right now
    I wanna talk about
    That butt them breasts
    Yes yes wanna test
    Now sanity stops
    When the fannie g. drops
    Fantasy locked
    On makin' the canopy rock
    Panties be hot
    When we walk in
    All vanity pops
    In every glam if she's stocked
    Make her make it
    Frantically hop
    We're all at the tittie bar
    VIP and all of the kitties
    Are sittin' with me
    They're all knowin'
    Who we are
    TECHN9NE, baby
    How you doin'
    What you drinkin'
    Caribou
    Is what I'm thinkin'
    Kansas City, baby
    Hey, yo, yo, yo, yo,
    We got relish
    Don't be jealous
    That's a hey no, no,no
    Me and my fellas
    Travelin' lookin' for them
    Who does what
    Make it hop
    In Houston, Texas
    ATL, California
    Whazzup



    Bianks with breasts and big butts
    Here I come baby
    Enough to make the big bucks
    Here I come baby
    151 and Malibu rum and pineapple juice in
    My cup
    Here I come baby
    Fellas in the front
    Let me hear you grunt
    Fellas in the back
    Watch that booty clap
    Ladies in the middle
    Let me hear you sizzle
    Yell
    TECHN9NE is hard as hell



    Catch me on the couch
    With two stouts
    Mouth to mouth
    Bounce to the techno festival
    See lots of lezbo
    Lets go ghetto
    Or heavy metal
    We slam dancing
    Blair witch raves
    In the woods
    Up in Cameron
    Rollin'
    Diggin' the private schoolers
    St. Theresa's bishop Hogan
    Those are the kind
    That do ya
    Get that sarabell explosion
    All of my homies kick it pockets
    Ain't no punk
    Trav, Dyno, Grant, Kut
    Seven, John, George, monk
    All at the tittie bar
    Drinkin' and laughin'
    My homie B'zle
    Started this at Bazooka's
    Booties clappin'
    Black, Asian, White, Hatian, Mexican
    And Italian
    Doin' tricks with beer bottles
    Sexy mixed mullato
    I'm comin' to get ya
    Drinkin' liquor
    Off in Sweden, Germany, London
    Back to the STL
    Off in Memphis
    Raisin' hell
    With a stack of hundreds
    Kick her that
    In Miami
    In the Benz
    Aristocrat
    Where the strippers at



    Bianks with breasts and big butts
    Here I come baby
    Enough to make the big bucks
    Here I come baby
    151 and Malibu Rum and pineapple juice
    In my cup
    Here I come baby
    Fellas in the front
    Let me hear you grunt
    Fellas in the back
    Watch the bootie clap
    Ladies in the middle
    Let me hear you sizzle
    Yell
    TECHN9NE is hard as hell



    What ya'll doin' after this scat
    With this back activist mack
    Blasphemous acts
    Hit em with a stack
    That will distract a bitch
    All I wanna do
    Is hit the back of this black abyss
    In the cat in the hat for risk
    If you really wanna master this
    Know it's a whole lotta cash to get
    Me and my homeboys
    Will get with
    Your homegirls
    And get in our own world
    We gotta be ready
    To get up and go
    To the bedroom
    Or up in the bathroom
    Givin' me and my homeboys a show
    Baby get low
    To a TECHN9NE tempo
    Do you know
    What you're in for
    Rough sex
    Much sweat
    Enough flesh
    What's next
    Make her say
    Oh la la la la
    Give it to me TECHN9NE
    You're the best time
    That I ever had
    Give it to me papa
    Hit the na na na
    And oh oh oh oh yeah
    I love it when you do me
    Like this teccanina
    And I like it
    When you make it do that
    In Kansas City
    We scan the tittes
    And brand sadities
    Were handsome hippies
    Who land some quickies
    We comin to kick it
    Where you from
    Pirates come screamin'
    Yo ho ho
    151 rum



    Bianks with breasts and big butts
    Here I come baby
    Enough to make the big bucks
    Here I come baby
    151 and Malibu rum and pineapple juice
    In my cup
    Here I come baby
    Fellas in the front
    Let me hear you grunt
    Fellas in the back
    Watch that bootie clap
    Ladies in the middle
    Let me hear you sizzle
    Yell
    TECHN9NE is hard as hell


    12. Who You Came To See



    Dwamn
    Everybody's off up in the place
    Like Dwamn
    Women throwin' booties in my face
    Like dwamn
    Am I teccanina you can bet that
    I am
    Down for wham bam thank you mam
    Like dwamn
    This is for all of ya'll killers
    Who buy my records supporting all my dogs
    When I'm in your town
    Can I pub crawl with ya'll
    Go back home with your
    Silky drawers baby doll
    Exodus insanus nocturnus
    Never your clan cannot learn us
    Ya'll dead cold and I'm a furnace
    With hella hot burners
    I vibe like no other man when
    I'm in another land
    Use a rubber band
    I don't love her man
    Bell till I bail ride till I die
    Yes I'm that gang related nigga yellin' why
    Haters find it hard for them to see
    How hard nina be
    Tell me who you came to see



    TechN9NE TechN9NE
    Been on TV been on CD's
    Who been that mystery
    What's my name
    TechN9NE TechN9NE
    And what you gain from me
    Is pain from me
    Tell me who you came to see





    Bout to bring it back boss doggin'
    boss ballin' bigger than beitnam
    We brop bombs
    On the boulevard Bickin' it
    With my biggas bubblin' bouncin'
    Big bootie blacks and blonds
    Ronnz from Berlin all the way
    To Don Juan's
    Kansas City's me front lawn
    One man beyond bomb
    Come with crazy shit
    Get your ass on the dance floor
    You lazy bitch
    In order to bring the bread cream in
    I got to keep them heads ringin'
    You trip and you's a dead demon
    No spread semen leavin'
    Groupies on the bed dreamin'
    Her newlywed steamin'
    With the infrared beamin'
    Do I have to get my gun
    For this punk spit one for this punk
    Villain I ain't bought
    To have ta run from this punk I dump
    Nigga what I keep it crunk
    And cranked lumps in banks
    Your girl's getting' pumped and spanked
    Who you aim to be
    Who you claim to be
    Do you aim to be
    Insane bane with me
    Can you hang with me
    Man claim strange with me
    Dangerously
    Then tell me who you came to see


    TechN9NE TechN9NE
    Been on TV been on CD's
    Who been that mystery
    What's my name
    TechN9NE TechN9NE
    And what you gain from me
    Is pain from me
    Tell me who you came to see





    You better blow that shit out
    If it ain't greeny green
    Better throw that shit out
    Kind of funny
    How I come nina stun niggas
    Out of money
    Then I run with a gun trigger
    Get us in a club killer
    When I am in it
    Women give us love with 'em
    I'm a damn menace
    We keepin' it hot
    Don't cock the glocks
    If you came to make it hop
    You're at the spot drop
    We smoke weed
    And we drink rum up teccanina
    Sex we don't stop till
    We bust nut teccanina
    Ain't no change in me
    Ain't no sugar veins in me
    Ain't no petty kiddy games in me
    If you're with me
    And ain't ashamed to be
    Flamed with me
    Tell 'em tell 'em
    Who ya who ya came ta came ta see see



    TechN9NE TechN9NE
    Been on TV been on CD's
    Who been that mystery
    What's my name
    TechN9NE TechN9NE
    And what you gain from me is pain from me
    Tell me who you came to see




    13. This Ring



    This ring
    Got me a top notch
    Straight hot fox
    We sought rocks
    And the Ewok Slot
    Was caught
    Got dropped two
    Playing hopscotch
    On the block
    Ought not twat plot
    Yo for hops knot
    I brought dots
    This ring
    Help me remain sane
    No dame games
    Came from bane
    To a changed man
    No cane thang
    Refrain from gang bang
    Slang a praying brain
    Reigns family fame
    Then came pain
    Say hello to TechN9NE
    Everybody
    Wanna be down with a nigga
    Women get a whiff of the money
    Thinking of taking it from me
    They get up in the club
    Giving the love
    Throwing the pussy
    Full of liquor and bud
    Booty hopping around up in the MO
    Get to looking around
    Every ho wanna lick a nigga low
    Infatuated
    With niggas with dough
    Get em in the sack
    And try to make 'em let it go
    Tech N9NE
    Be autographing bitches
    In front of rapping niggas
    Who think of having figures
    They get to grabbing triggas
    They can't imagine villains
    When they come back and get us
    We get to whacking niggas
    I ain't never
    Wanted no parts of this
    I don't never want to break
    Another heart for this
    Why the devil
    Gotta make it
    Why the Lord
    Wanna make something that'll kill
    Something so marvelous



    This ring
    Brings demeaning demons
    In G-strings
    Songs we sing
    Make 'em fiend semen
    And green things
    Clinging
    Dreaming
    Thinking of being
    Mrs. Thing
    With this ring
    But if I wasn't Tech N9NE
    Bitches wouldn't even wanna be
    With Tech N9NE
    If I did no music
    Then would you
    Respect mine
    This wedding band
    And music
    Draws a line between life
    And Tech N9Ne



    This ring
    Was supposed to protect a nigga
    Best for niggas
    Who couldn't stop having sex
    With bitches
    Bless the Mrs.
    Who stress to kiss us
    Even though we spend our
    Checks with strippers
    Obsessed with clitorises
    This ring
    Made a nigga feel macho
    Cry for
    Lie for
    Die for
    My ho
    Nigga I go face Diablo
    With a hostile gospel
    If I can't have tres or cuatro
    Little vatos
    Imma let a lot flow
    What they sell
    Up in Osco
    Up a nostril
    That sound like
    Tech N9NE
    Nigga where the weed
    Where the mutha fuckin'
    Blow
    And the hoes
    Next to me
    Is ecstacy
    Asking me if I wanna roll
    Bitches never gave a fuck
    About a fling
    Makes it exciting
    When a married nigga
    Wanna fuck around
    And bitch know he's down
    For the fling
    I've been tested
    And a lot of times
    Been invested
    Didn't know this Tech shit
    Would constantly get a nigga
    Molested
    Been approached
    By some of the best tricks
    In the game
    And they came strong
    But I hanged on
    To this ring
    And I hope my son
    Don't sing the same song



    This ring
    Brings demeaning demons
    In G-strings
    Songs we sing
    Make 'em fiend semen
    And green things
    Clinging
    Dreaming
    Thinking of being
    Mrs. Thing
    With this ring
    But if I wasn't Tech N9NE
    Bitches wouldn't even wanna be
    With Tech N9NE
    If I did no music
    Then would you
    Respect mine
    This wedding band
    And music
    Draws a line between life
    And Tech N9NE



    Quincy J. told me
    Superstars are good providers
    But
    Two times out of ten
    When we're on tour
    Family's not beside us
    What
    Can a nigga do
    When he makes ends
    Add more to the time they spend
    While he make ends
    Everything else breaking
    And the bond at the house
    May end
    And your wifey steady yelling
    'bout quality time
    And you think
    With all the fame and fortune
    Shit ought to be fine
    But what happens
    When the divorce papers
    Just gotta be signed
    And you lose half
    And your children
    Cause you gotta be N9NE
    I wanna relax with them
    And spend time
    To the maximum
    But if silence is golden
    Then me making noise
    Is Platinum
    I gotta be Tech
    And Daddy
    And Hubby
    But music
    Women mixed with family's ugly
    I know and you know
    That hell will be
    Hot for a nigga's infidelity
    But until then
    God forgive me
    For any promises that I broke
    Family
    Can I be
    Forgiven
    For all the liquor and weed
    That I smoke
    When I succeed will I cope
    Will I still breathe
    Without both
    This ring
    Tech N9NE
    I don't know
    But when I go
    I'm leaving out dope



    This ring
    Brings demeaning demons
    In G-strings
    Songs we sing
    Make 'em fiend semen
    And green things
    Clinging
    Dreaming
    Thinking of being
    Mrs. thing
    With this ring
    But if I wasn't Tech N9NE
    Bitches wouldn't even wanna be
    With Tech N9NE
    If I did no music
    Then would you
    Respect mine
    This wedding band
    And music
    Draws a line between life
    And Tech N9NE


    14. God Complex



    And God said
    Let us make man in our image
    According to our likeness
    Let them have dominion over the fish
    Of the sea
    Over the birds of the air
    Over the cattle
    And over all the earth
    Projected image
    Across my soul
    Saying
    Can't die
    Many
    Death situations
    But that ain't
    Why
    I got the
    Spirit of an angel
    Mixed with demoniac
    Ways of living
    So this means
    I'll beat the evil
    Out of a non-believer
    Until praise is given
    But I know
    Torture is evil
    Though it says in the
    Bible
    You got to be
    Righteous spirited
    For the
    Arrival
    I'm righteous and wicked
    But I wonder
    Can I go
    If there's a heaven
    But on earth it's
    Survival
    Connected with angels
    But to demons
    I'm vital
    Approaching with hate
    Oh yes it's
    Homicidal
    Like denouncing Selena at
    Cinco de Mayo
    Certain death
    Oh no
    Oh no
    I'm on the
    Road to heaven and
    Hell
    Don't even bother me
    Ever since eleven and
    twelve
    I've been that prodigy
    Though life has never been
    Swell
    Somewhere there's gotta be
    Where a good Samaritan
    Prevails but
    they get straight sodomy
    So I learned the ways of
    Man
    Grands
    Filling my pants
    Gun in my hand
    For the demons
    On the land
    On the other hand
    I really am
    Angelic
    I ain't got to stress it
    You can tell it
    Look into my eyes
    No surprise
    I'm half cupid
    Half relic
    He who
    Treads the path of the beast
    Is also he who's sins are repentable
    But if you ever
    Ever ever ever
    Hurt a God
    Then we got to do away with the genitals
    Don't ever do something you'll regret
    Do away with all these goody goody
    Law abiding mutha fuckas
    And let there be Tech
    Nigga



    If anybody say
    Fuck me
    Everybody say
    Fuck you
    Cause they know my shit's
    Pure
    Soul serving
    And
    Plus true
    If anybody say
    Fuck me
    Everybody say
    Fuck you
    Odd one Tech
    Got that God complex



    Get on your
    Knees and pray
    If you step in our way
    Cause we spray till they decay
    The ones who hate everyday
    But how long
    Must we flash and pop
    How long
    Must we show demons
    We can't be stopped
    Get on your
    Knees and pray
    If you step in our way
    Cause we spray till they decay
    The ones who hate everyday
    But how long
    Must we flash and pop
    How long
    Must we show demons
    we can't be stopped



    Can they fuck with you
    No
    Their brain frames are too
    Slow
    The villain will kill 'em
    With new
    Flow
    If you're hating me
    This is for you
    Blow
    I've been to humble
    With ya'll niggas
    Time to rumble
    With ya'll niggas
    Me and Don Juan forever
    We getting figures
    Me and the Rogue Dogs we kicking
    It getting richer
    All these fools
    Thinking they gonna stop me
    I'm about to make us a million
    Just watch me
    Everybody thinking they heated
    But they sloppy
    Nigga that's why
    You never be selling copies
    I will
    Rise above all of you
    Regardless
    Of my skrill
    That ain't got shit to do
    With Techa the
    N9NE's skill
    Bust on you rapper cats
    And proceed to make
    Mill
    Five Six Vill
    I be seeing 'em
    Down at Mardi Gras
    Getting flows off
    Everything getting
    Showed off
    Not me
    Try to mock me
    On a record heads
    Getting blowed off
    Free I admire
    But every week
    You're giving away fire
    Your rappers license expired
    Leaving nothing to be desired
    Oh God bless
    This pacticular rapper in KC
    No matter how hard you try
    You can't fuck with me
    First
    Learn how to do choruses
    Then try to get people to trust you
    Everybody wanna be the special
    If anybody say
    Fuck me
    Everybody say
    Fuck you



    Get on your
    Knees and pray
    If you step in our way
    Cause we spray till they decay
    Everything you built
    The ones who hate everyday
    But how long
    Must we flash and pop
    How long
    Must we show demons
    We can't be stopped
    Get on your
    Knees and pray
    If you step in our way
    Cause we spray till they decay



    The ones who hate everyday
    But how long
    Must we flash and pop
    How long
    Must we show demons
    We can't be stopped



    If I offended you in anyway
    Maybe the shoe fits
    Either that
    Or you're just plenty gay
    If you're like me
    You don't give a damn
    You're just enjoying the flow
    To all the people
    Who were offended
    I'm about to offend you
    Some more
    Is God
    White
    Brown, Green, Red
    Or even Blue
    Is he American
    Arabic, Mexican
    Or even Jew
    And wanna be the chosen few
    Everybody wanna be
    But they're gonna be
    Through
    Till
    You do right by me
    Everything that you do
    Is gonna be whack
    Is 'bout to crack
    Everything you did to me
    Is coming back
    Nowhere to scat
    And I say that
    Cause I know Jesus Christ
    And God is Black
    And they coming back nigga
    If anybody say
    Fuck me
    Everybody say
    Fuck you
    Cause they know my shit's
    Pure
    Soul serving
    And
    Plus true
    If anybody say
    Fuck me
    Everybody say
    Fuck you
    Odd one Tech
    Got that God complex



    Get on your
    Knees and pray
    If you step in our way
    Cause we spray till they decay
    The ones who hate everyday
    But how long
    Must we flash and pop
    How long
    Must we show demons
    We can't be stopped
    Get on your
    Knees and pray
    If you step in our way
    Cause we spray till they decay
    The ones who hate everyday
    But how long
    Must we show demons
    We can't be stopped


    15. This Life



    I used to be the ideal nigga
    Preppy like Hilfiger
    Pretty vill nigga
    But wanted to make my dollar bill bigger
    Turned into a field nigga
    Not pickin' cotton
    But pickin' up mics and rockin'
    Recoppin' so I can feel richer
    So I started drinkin' real liquor
    Send me a groupie
    And I will stick her real quick
    The dilsnick it will hit her ex pills
    I can feel nigga best deals
    you can get the steal
    If you ill I'm concealed with a
    Technina millameter by my side
    God used to guide me Lucifer beside me
    Evil was lively trippin' with wifey
    Never was treatin' her nicely
    What this music got me into
    This is the message Imma send to
    God the evil shit I've been through
    Lettin' me really know what sin do
    Listen cuz the hurt cut me deep like a ginsu



    This life
    Caught up in the fame
    In the end will I forever
    Burn in the flame
    This life
    I live in the rain
    I'm an angel but the devil's
    Possessing my brain





    This life
    Full of money bitches weed and riches
    Kansas City niggas grind it
    Cook it up in the kitchen
    Pay attention to the corner nigga
    Roguish and rugged
    Nigga fuck it it's a must
    I conceal it and tuck it
    This life
    Can make a nigga murder for nothin'
    This life
    For the money have you fakin' and frontin'
    This life
    Can make a nigga take a deal with the devil
    This life
    Got me rippin' up shit in my kennel
    Ya see I live in the rain
    Laugh at the storm
    And mastered the pawn
    Bringin' war at the crack of the dawn
    Tottin' the bomb
    A nigga with a third eye vision
    Like a malachi blowin' smoke in the sky
    See the world through the eyes of a real nigga
    Look into my eyes
    You can tell I'm a rider
    More shows more clothes
    More hoes more dough
    And no foes yo



    This life
    Caught up in the fame
    In the end will I forever
    Burn in the flame
    This life
    I live in the rain
    I'm an angel but the devil's
    Possessing my brain





    Some times I wonder
    How did I survive
    With all this drama in front of me
    Poppa went out like a bitch
    For runnin' from me
    Though momma never lied
    She cried
    Seen me sittin' in prison
    Servin' a sentence
    With bad intentions
    Still no repentance
    I'm heart broken while chokin'
    On a joint dipped in water
    And high hopin' the future's wide open
    For my daughter my eyes are open
    To all animosity constantly
    Falling quickly the devil calls it
    A blessing to cross Nitty
    Lessons are taught quickly
    Hell my pride will die with me
    Then to repeat back
    To the penitentiary visit me
    Hell bound coffin dwellin'
    Before a life in the cell yelllin'
    Now free me
    I'm in desperate need immediately
    Truthfully speakin'
    My life from night to day
    24 hours I fight
    Despite this hell to pay
    Can't wait to see the day
    When my adventures begin
    With this here life of sin
    I'm all in



    This life
    Caught up in the fame
    In the end will I forever
    Burn in the flame
    This life
    I live in the rain
    I'm an angel but the devil's
    Possessing my brain

    Is it heaven or hell
    I really can't tell
    It half cupid half relic
    My life is anghellic
    So I dance with the devils
    And I fly with the angel
    And I stand on a level
    Where mind is so tangled


    17. Twisted



    I gets
    More trips than a
    Little bit
    I smoked
    More dips than a
    Little bit
    I'm not that regular
    When stepping
    I can't wait
    Till I can fly
    Away from
    My competitor
    Yeah Santana
    Can die
    My psychosis
    Hopeless
    Focus
    Notice
    My metamorphosis
    Folks is
    Broke and jokeless
    Picture me in a syringe
    Inserted
    In an over exerted
    Felon
    Antidote having 'em running
    Eternally
    Across the helland
    Dwamn
    Losing my sanity
    Living up in
    Les miserables
    Fuck bitter broads
    This shit is gonna have us stacking
    If there is a God
    Imma take the
    X away from generation
    Place it at
    The end of S.E.
    For the duration
    Upon the level
    Tell the devil to what
    Skip a human
    Imma tell him
    Behold pale horses
    Like us
    Shame on a nigga
    When he's feeling
    Hella down
    For a ninety-nine killing
    Ain't giving a
    Fuck I'm putting Nair
    In your leave in hair conditioner
    Now you Hari Khrishna
    To my listeners
    In this ryhme
    You will find
    Psychotic scriptures
    Saying it's something
    Disrupting my mind



    TECH N9NE
    Your mind is fine
    There's just not anyone
    Like you
    The whole wide world
    Don't matter
    No
    They can't flow
    Like you
    Understand



    My thoughts are twisted
    So mixed up
    My thoughts are twisted
    So mixed up
    My thoughts are twisted
    So mixed up
    My thoughts are twisted
    So mixed up



    A
    I'm lifted
    B
    I'm twisted
    C
    I'm sick and sadistic
    A,B and C
    Something's I do
    I just can't stand
    Up in my bathroom
    I sex
    Six women
    Mentally
    Just me and me
    Me and my faithful
    Right hand man
    Tie up a Muslim
    And shoot him with liquid pork
    On Ramadan
    With force
    I'll make a Christian
    Read their kids
    The necronomicon
    On Christmas
    Don't trip on this lyrical syphilis
    I flip this
    So the yonks will catch the vapors
    Like menthalyptus
    I'll feed a dominatrix patient
    Pain pills
    Give Wu haters permanent
    Fang grills
    Trick the artist formerly known
    And give him
    The same slave deal
    I'll lift a couple of
    Dr. Dre's reels
    Sell 'em to Snoop
    And No Limit Soliders
    Just so I can see
    How paid feels
    Hazy shade
    Of decade
    Hookers with grave shields
    Where AIDS fills
    The carcass
    Bet a milli on it
    Techa N9na be the darkest
    Heartless
    I spark from the gut
    So what the fuck
    I'm trying to contain
    The insane
    But what



    But I get mixed up
    So mixed up
    My thoughts are twisted
    So mixed up
    My thoughts are twisted
    So mixed up
    I try to maintain
    But I get mixed up
    So mixed up



    Welcome to my
    Asylum
    It's hectic
    They call me dyslexic
    Rogue infested
    More vicious than Cujo
    Fraudulent tested
    The punks arrested
    Got the neck slit
    Exit
    I'm twisted
    I know Hollywood backwards
    Says doowylloh
    Force feed me a
    Sumo
    For about nine weeks
    Playing Club
    Nuevo
    Till he's blue
    Though
    Then stuff him in the front seat of a
    Yugo
    Body filled with beef and toaster
    Strudel
    Let up the break
    And watch him race
    To the intersection
    Now he's through
    Though
    Yastuvo
    I slide with a gang
    Of twisted individuals
    Somebody better be
    Looking for the criminal tendencies
    Never will they get us
    In the penitentiaries
    Killa
    Millimeter N9ne rips vinyl
    I know
    Mix flow like Korean albino
    Wino
    Once breeded an elephant
    With a rhino
    Called it the hell if I know
    Throw Chucky Mason
    Off in a pit
    Of militant Jews
    Banging hella opera
    The real meaning


    JUST THOUGHT I'D HELP. TECH N9NE!

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    Senior Member k-skale's Avatar
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    See, I know almost ever one of his songs. But I can't bring myself to sit and type it all out...

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    Senior Member Big Shot's Avatar
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    I just used the google machine on the internet box. he said it was missin...so I foundt it. lol.

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    hahahahahahahaha good quote!

    Quote Originally Posted by BigShot024
    I just used the google machine on the internet box. he said it was missin...so I foundt it. lol.

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