Tech N9Ne - Anghellic (2003) by Tech N9Ne (보컬) on maniadb.com

Verse 1
Who the hell is Satan?
And why I gotta be'em?
I ain't worshipped Nathan
So why you gotta see'em?
When you look at me is it the Imagery?
It's gotta godly evils not my energy
I pose as angels clothes is mangled
Instead of girbeaus and kangols
The ho's still dangle I chose the angle
of souls who tangle
With foe's those who stain
yo brain so bane though painful
Shit is what they like, hit is what they might
Spit his stuff in life, shit is fuckin' tight
But some people think it's an evil experiment
Some people is fearin' it,
those who do Beatles is hearin' it
Sincerity is neezle sin
People who look and never listen
They thinkin' that I'm the tyranny of evil men
But I just tell it like it is dude
My life story's quite gory
spittin' even if it is rude
So ain't no brimstone I ain't Jim Jones
So put your grins on listen to them songs
And you will see that they be classics
Verbal gymnastics you call me Lucifer
go to hell you bastard

Chorus

They call me devil boy, they call me devil boy
The way I come is sick
and I'm on some other level boy
They call me devil boy, they call me devil boy
Cause I am not the everyday
I'm not no mellow boy
They call me devil boy, they call me devil boy
And those who know me
yes they know that I am well annoyed
They call me devil boy, if you call me devil boy
You're going to all burn in hell

Verse 2

Hot Christians pop my disc in
Stop the dissin', squat and listen
I never say hail Satan
I'll never bail out and sell out
and sell gay drama
Hey mama they trying to crucify me like Jesus
Religious groups deny me like skeezers
We mic pleasers rip it and write heaters
Niggas that ain't pleased
with quickness are light readers
I said Anghellic, then let the man sale it
I let the fans smell it, then I expand relish
But the devil tried to stop me that's JCOR
They thought I'd crumble
when it's rocky and stay poor
Deus Vobiscum we playas go get some sprayers
And hits'em with layers of slayer inscriptions
That mean God be with you
we split dude then hit you
With pistols whip you
then giggle never dissing nizzle again
I talk about the rain, I talk about the sun
about the pain, I speak about the fun
I'm sayin' that I'm bad, I'm sayin that I'm good
I'm saying this to the suburnites and every hood
Yaw act like I'm sayin'
(I love Lucifer I will kill all of you)
Mother Fucker I ain't step into the lime light
To devil worship in front of kids,
get yo mind right

Chorus

Verse 3
They call me devil boy
But I don't like that
Those who recite that
That's where the fights at
Cause Imma tight cat
Who hella write rap
Even a slight crack
And I'll be right back
To the devil worshipers at my signings thinkin'
I'm narly (huh)
I just wanna go to your parties
So I can run thru all your goth bitches
and rock bitches
Take'em on the block and now they 2Pac bitches
I love the dark side with horror
Got archives I'm sure
You got hard lives
Missourah is our side
and it's hella depressin' hella a stressin'
Retrogression back to depression
a hell of a lesson
This where it gets more sick
Don't respect poor pricks
Who listen to this album and then say exorcist
You dense, hence the word Ang it means good
Hellic it means bad
you didn't catch it you should have
Idiots make me wanna bust it (rebel toys)
Tried to explain now I say fuck it (several ploys)
Foolish title I can't touch it (devil boy)
Cause I talk backwards (suseJ sevol uoy)

Chorus

Repeat 2 times

[Verse 1]
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 (Feel 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 outta those panties (Get wicked)
Get her in the bedroom quick get hit with a whammy (Can't shake it)
Try to pass it by my homie but 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 the)
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 schitzo Tech N9ne!

[Chorus] - 2x
(Tormented)
Money, women, liquor, hella drugs
(Tormented)
Lookin at me from afar you'll get a buzz
(Tormented)
Father can you tell me (What?)
What is is, what is was, and what it shall be (Death)

[Verse 2]
One for the demon two for the son
Father please forgive 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)
Fill me up I'll try to fight a crew (Don't touch me)
Bouncer want to show me to the do' (Don't rush me)
Please partnah I don't want to go (Shame on me)
Chuckin ain't a damn thang changed (Rain on me)
Fuck it, do it till I feel the flame (Don't test me)
Tried to fight em fair no lead (Get messy)
But the alcohol said (Go 'head)
(Can't stop it) Alcohol is takin over blood
(Don't mock it) Bitches like it thinkin I'm a stud
(No expenses) When I'm out I get a lot of love
I'm drinkin everything the tender
Tryin to get me in the club

[Chorus] - 2x
(Tormented)
Money, women, liquor, hella drugs
(Tormented)
Lookin at me from afar you'll get a buzz
(Tormented)
Father can you tell me (What?)
What is is, what is was, and what it shall be (Death)

[Verse 3]
One for the spirt two for the blood
Father please forgive me while I take this drug!
(Tormented)
want to 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 (I want it)
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 an angel on the dust (PCP)
Dip it a wet stick it's numb numb (Dank and weed)
They it quick where I come from (GHB)
Do it fluid it's called date rape (LSD)
Hit it, trip it now things trace (Valium pills)
Got this villain chillin stayin paid (Bounce until)
I'm feelin ill until the day breaks (Ecstacy)
Cop it, pop it, roll time to club (Sex to me)
Is who I'm takin home so I can fuck (Grant Rice is)
Money, drugs, liqour and them ho's (My life is)
Based on sex, drugs and Rock and Roll

[Chorus] - 2x
(Tormented)
Money, women, liquor, hella drugs
(Tormented)
Lookin at me from afar you'll get a buzz
(Tormented)
Father can you tell me (What?)
What is is, what is was, and what it shall be (Death)

[Verse 4]
One up in heaven, two here in hell
Father please forgive me while I chase this male!
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 is sho nuff
Don't be bitchy
5-1-50
Hit the dough up
Killa 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 till we blowed up
Get it sewed up
(Tormented)
I don't know so don't you ask why
(Intended)
For Nina to get a piece of pie
(Rest in peace)
All I want is money so I can fly
I'm chasin rella scrilla cabbage money hungry till I die
Tormented

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
Style 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

[Chorus]
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 vengeance
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!

[Chorus]

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
through 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

[Chorus]

TECH N9NE's in the house

[Tech N9ne]
I want you to quit
Callin me callin me
Followin me followin me
Why do you trip with me
After you get through swallowin 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 with 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 and back
Chest is twice that
But the fatal attraction would only get you ice packs
Better watch what you do when you sleep with a woman that's on the edge
In yo bed
Cause you'll be restin in red (Killa killa)
They'll find the number to yo residence
Non-hesitant
Unpresidented
Ain't no mystery to her steez
She's demented
Ain't ever gonna get myself mix up with a Psycho Bitch
Millimeter with a master plan so you won't be off in the ditch (Like this)

Wild child
Runnin wild behind the smile is a frown
That'll make ya lay it down quickly
She shifty
Killa strictly out to come and get me
From a rose to three fifty seven three sixty
Psycho Bitch!

[Chorus]
Never ever do it down low with a (Psycho Bitch!)
Better never ever go out with a (Psycho Bitch!)
Everybody better learn to see a (Psycho Bitch!)
Cause yo bitch might just be her
What chu gonna do pop at you glock at you
Fill em with the venom who the fuck are we talking to?
(Psycho Bitches, Psycho Bitches)
What chu gonna do pop at you glock at you
Fill em with the venom who the fuck are we talking to?
(Psycho Bitches, Psycho Bitches)

[Tech N9ne]
I was holdin her, huggin her
Rubbin her, suckin her
Kissin her, pluggin her
But she thought that I was lovin her

All the lovin was gone when she found out she was wrong
Callin my momma's house at 3 AM (Quit playin on my phone!)

They say the Psycho Bitch was made from us (Psycho Bitches)
Say they get nothing but hate from us (Psycho Bitches)
From the Anghellic you ravenous (Psycho Bitches)
Stay the fuck away from us (Psycho Bitches, 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!)

Follow me to my main thangs
Domain
This dame brings mo pain
Door chain
Broke after the door rang
Must be on cocaine
Insane yanks will mess up yo thang
No brain bitches will have you stressin using Rogaine

Didn't chill wit her
Deal wit her
Nina had to get ill wit her
Trick tried to kill Mrs. N9ne
So I had to hit her wit a grill spliter
Never do sex with a psycho bianc
Anybody wit her better pop yo trunk
Run better get a gun when the bitch come better know she a psycho (Killa
killa)

Hard when he hit that piece and then get her up and out with a dis
Scarred when he knows he been up in the mix with a Psycho Bitch
Hard when he hit that piece and then get her up and out with a dis
Scarred when he knows he been up in the mix with a Psycho Bitch

[Chorus]
Never ever do it down low with a (Psycho Bitch!)
Better never ever go out with a (Psycho Bitch!)
Everybody better learn to see a (Psycho Bitch!)
Cause yo bitch might just be her
What chu gonna do pop at you glock at you
Fill em with the venom who the fuck are we talking to?
(Psycho Bitches, Psycho Bitches)
What chu gonna do pop at you glock at you
Fill em with the venom who the fuck are we talking to?
(Psycho Bitches, Psycho Bitches)

[Tech N9ne]
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 the Psycho Bitch was made from us (Psycho Bitches)
Say they get nothing but hate from us (Psycho Bitches)
From the Anghellic you ravenous (Psycho Bitches)
Stay the fuck away from us (Psycho Bitches, Psycho Bitches)

(1st Verse)
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

(hook)
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

(2nd Verse)
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

(hook)

(1st Verse)
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 classroom
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

(hook x2)
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

(2nd Verse)
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

(Hook x2)

(3rd Verse)
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
cool 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 want to 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
?????

This is a piece that I wrote
When I was on some ole, low down down low feelin, depressed shit
why'know what I'm sizzlin?
It contains, heh, three suicide letters to my peeps
Well actually uh two suicide letters
why'know what I'm sizzlin?
I wrote it in rhyme form
But I'm gonna try to read it to the best of my ability
why'know what I'm sizzlin?
So bear with me
Listen to the lyrics, check it out..

[Tech N9ne]
Picture me in that 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 loosin long to be enlightened
Absorb my mind state
Reduce the crime rate and take me out
When runnin toward the Lord I see em fake me out
Shook me so from church I played hookie
Listen to the words of a brotha
The sick stutter
So ya better better get the get the bags ready
Comin killa killa like Schagnetti
My brains contaminated, hella rotten
It wasn't me who killed you (Who was it, what was it)
The affects of the mildew, my brains wilted
In my eyes the world is a bit tilted
Lord take me away before somebody else get killed
Bloods spills 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 mane
My life is scarred mane
I'm loosin my mind
So now it's time
Sincerely signed N9ne

[Chorus] - 2x
(I just want to die)
I don't want to wake up
I don't want to cause that's the way
That I feel I'm barely hangin on
(I just want to die)
I don't want to wake up
I don't want to wake up cause that's the way
It has to be

(Man, this is to my wife, check it out)

[Tech N9ne]
I made your life a livin hell with my infidelity
Remember you tell me
All I gave a damn about was weed, stems, and melodies
remember ya spent thirty minutes in the hospital parking lot crying
When the blood test read the baby of another woman was mine
99.99
Should of left long time ago like Mary J. say
Just let it go like Ray J
I know your momma heard you yelling May Day
Spent my life trying to are A to the P
You were sick of me always being be

[Tech N9ne]
What's sizzlin
Demons, angels, and civilians
Welcome to my purgatory party baby
They say it ain't nothing but farms where we from
They think we can't do no one harm where we from
Gorillas and killers and thugs from abyss
Tech N9ne making 'em breathe like what like this
Kansas City (fade) wake up yo like this

[Tech N9ne]
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 flames 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
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 see M O
Better bang this
People make their jokes and say we're off to see the wizard
Well me and Dorothy and Toto's on your ass when you visit

(Hook - [Tech N9ne])
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 (2x)
Watch this rock

[Tech N9ne]
Who would bust like my style 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 my 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 the 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

(Hook repeat)

Kansas City City City
That's where I really want to be grime and gritty gritty gritty
Back up when I throw that V up in the air air air
That's five seven are 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 crevices hella beefing
Thinking they can stop the heart of Kansas City
but the heart of Kansas City is beating

(Hook repeat)

We say walla
Milli dollar
Then break a lot of jaw (4x)

Verse 1:

Never duck another mother fucker repeat it
Never duck another mother fucker
Nigga better delete it
Put the cerebellum in killa mode
For real a foe can never get
with what a gorilla know
Killa syllable fillin'
yo biblical ritual the shit to get rid of yo pain
Hearin your pitiful game,
this is political pain
Deep in the pit of yo brain let it rain
with a unforgettable aim
Nigga lookin' for a spot to bust
Cause the homie that you killed meant a lot to us
Buck instead of lookin' for a cock to fuck
Kill a nigga like he was rockin' a swastika
You can do it but you blew it cause you lockin' up
Get your ride on nigga is you rock or what?
Lots of luck,
you're really gonna need it hella heated
Mother fucker let the glock erupt, Box him up

Hook:

I don't wanna be the one
to get a milla meter in the gut
I wanna be the one to hit' em with another milli
Cut up in the middle I'm a little sick
And different And I meant it
when I said it you remember that?
(Hell mother fuckin' yeah)
You don't wanna get in trouble
With a nigga like the Teccanina
if you're lookin' like a enemy, bust
We don't ever stop and take a minute we
just...

Chorus:

(BREATHE!)
Hey son what the fuck are you duckin' from?
(BREATHE!)
They come bets to fight every fuckin one
(BREATHE!)
Say some punks around and some funkin comes
(BREATHE!)
Spray guns might result in you bustin' some
(BREATHE!)

Verse 2:

Never let a hatin' muh' fucker
see ya sweat
Bleed the chest no need regret
A fun day caper a Sunday paper
So I can read the rest
I can dig it you can dig it
Put a nigga in the grave
if he hate or penetrate
the loop of love a nigga made
if you step into me
you will never benefit
Nigga if I start it Imma finish it
Run up on a mother fucka while he fuckin' a chick
Put a bullet in her head while she suckin' the dick
Wasn't a bit of evidence baby it's irrelevant
You got it with yo nigga that's the luck of the grit
Bring pain 2 everyone, in your face with the bane
You bury some, It's a mother fuckin' shame we carry guns
If you don't you insane or very dumb
Teccanina's too rough (too rough), too hard (too hard),
too tough (too tough), you scarred (you scarred)
'Cause a nigga know a mother fuckin' round will spit
Fuckin' around with the killa clown and shit.

Hook2:
If you really wanna do it nigga we can step into it
Put us up against some mother fuckers
and we runnin' thru it
Fuck a nigga buck a nigga
if he think he's a gorilla
Meant I when I said it you remember that
(hell mother fuckin' yeah)
You don't wanna get in trouble
With a nigga like the Teccanina
if you're lookin' like a enemy, bust
We don't ever stop and take a minute we
just...

Chorus:

(BREATHE!)
Hey son what the fuck are you duckin' from?
(BREATHE!)
They come bets to fight every fuckin one
(BREATHE!)
Say some punks around and some funkin comes
(BREATHE!)
Spray guns might result in you bustin' some
(BREATHE!)

Verse 3:

Get sprayed by the Tech 9 handgun
Now I'm on the out run
Flowin' the beginning hot cooked will done
Fuckin' wit a crazy insane warlord
Punks wanna trip but they know
I'm too mother fuckin' hard
Deadly ticking like a time bomb
Fuckin' with me you were think you were in Vietnam
When I explode ain't nuttin left
but remains for those who are froze
For fuckin' wit a nigga insane
Mentally minded mad mother fuckin' mad man
is out to attack
Sinkin' punks like quick sand
droppin' and poppin'
Any punk that bucks up bring a body bag
If you wanna get fucked up
There it is you little bitch made nigga
start runnin' when I'm playin' with the trigga
of an uzi a twelve gauge, it really don't matter,
Many suckas die when the shot gun scatter
From block 2 block, hood 2 hood, street 2 street
Boy you can't fuck with me
So for those who chose to jump up and talk shit
Admit ya bitch your little ass got lit

Hook:
I don't wanna be the one
to get a milla meter in the gut
I wanna be the one to hit' em with another milli
Cut up in the middle I'm a little sick
And different And I meant it
when I said it you remember that?
(Hell mother fuckin' yeah)
You don't wanna get in trouble
With a nigga like the Teccanina
if your lookin' like a enemy, bust
We don't ever stop and take a minute we
just...

Chorus (2x):

(BREATHE!)
Hey son what the fuck are you duckin' from?
(BREATHE!)
They come bets to fight every fuckin one
(BREATHE!)
Say some punks around and some funkin comes
(BREATHE!)
Spray guns might result in you bustin' some
(BREATHE!)

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 y'all killers
Who buy my records supporting all my dogs
When I'm in your town
Can I pub crawl with y'all
Go back home with your
Silky drawers baby doll
Exodus insanus nocturnus
Never your clan cannot learn us
y'all 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

(Chorus)
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

(repeat 2x)

(2nd Verse)
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

(Chorus)
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

(repeat 2x)

(3rd Verse)
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

(Chorus)
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

(repeat 2x)

And God said let us make man in our image (Tech)
According to our likeness (N9ne)
Let them have dominion over the fish of the sea
over birds of the air, over the cattle, and over all the earth

[Tech N9ne]
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 livin
So this means I'll beat the evil out of a non-believer until praise is given
(But I know)
Torcher 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)
Approachin with hate oh yes it's (Homocidal)
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 samaratin prevails
But they get straight sodomy
So I learned the ways of man
Grands
Fillin my pants
Gun in my hand
For the demons on the land
On the other hand I really am
An-ghellic
I ain't got to stress if you can't tell it
Look into my eyes
No surprise
I'm half cupid half relic (Cha cha)
He who treads the path of the best is also he who sins are repentable
But if you ever, ever ever ever hurt a God then we gotta do away with the
genitals
Don't ever do somethin you'll regret
Do away with all these goody goody law abiding mothafuckas and let there be
Tech nigga

[Hook 1]
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

[Hook 2] - 2x
Get on your knees and pray
If you step in our way
Cause we spray til 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)

[Tech N9ne]
(Can they fuck wit chu?) No
(Their brain frames are too) Slow
(The villain will kill em with new) Flow
(If ya hatin me this is for you) Blow

I've been too humble wit y'all niggas
Time to rumble wit y'all niggas
Me and Don Juan forever we gettin figures
Me and the Rouge Dawgs are kickin it gettin richer
All these fools thinkin they gonna stop me
I'm about to make us a million just watch me
Everybody thinkin they heated but they sloppy
Nigga, that's why you never be sellin copies

(I will) Rise above all of you regardless of (My skrill)
That ain't got shit to do with Tecca the (N9ne skill)
Bust on you rapper cats and proceed to (Make mill 5-6 Vill)

I be seein em down at Mardi Gras gettin flows off
Everything gettin showed off
Not me, tryin to mock me on record head gettin blowed off
Freestyle I admire
But every week you givin away fire
Your rappers license expired
Leavin nothin to be desired
Oh God Bless this particular rapper in K.C
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
If anybody say "Fuck me" everybody say "Fuck you"

[Hook 2] - 2x
Get on your knees and pray
If you step in our way
Cause we spray til 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)

[Tech N9ne]
If I offended you in any way (Maybe the shoe fits)
Either that or you just plenty gay (If you're like me)
You don't give a damn you're just enjoyin the flow
To all the people who were offended
I'm about to offend you some mo'
Is God
White, brown, green, red, or even blue?
Is he American, Arabic, Mexican, or even Jew?
Everybody want to be the special and want to be the chosen few
Everybody want to be but they gonna be through
Til you do right by me, everything that you do is gonna be wack
Eveything you built is bout to crack
Everything you did to me is comin back
No where to scat
And I say that
Cause I know Jesus Christ and God is black
And they comin back nigga!

Jeah! Nigga
Like I said, me and Don Juan
Best motherfuckin rapper, best motherfuckin producer
Globally, in Kansas City wherever nigga
And all y'all haters, remember this!

[Hook 1]
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

[Hook 2] - 2x
Get on your knees and pray
If you step in our way
Cause we spray til 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)

Kutt go show how it feels
To be voided but listen
First I'll make you miss it
Like the senate was missin
Patricia Hearst cause I been in it for a minute
Put minutes in till it hurt, not for minute will I let
You diminish my men at work
And I been hurting trying to fathom the burden
But grieved not I put in work, inside and out
I'm deserving a clean shot
You people nursing every NERD
You encourage to speak not
Or you'll get murdered, you ain't heard
How the industry seized Pac

Somebody help the fame hurtin
I won't fall for the bullshit
So fuck ya'll wit a hard dick
Drop jaws when we barge in ya turn bitch
In front of hard men most rappers are garbage
Mitch bade are target how soon de forget that
Strange is the hardest wit a line up of artists
Do it regardless
It's all about where your heart is
You can start this but Strange gonna finish it
Menice rhyme spoken
In every line it presented in

To all you hataz in power we say
(Fuck the Industry, Fuck the Industry)
Jack yo placks put'em down on ebay
(Fuck the Industry, Fuck the Industry)
And all you boogie ass chumps can't touch us
The industry is some punk mutha fuckers
You tell'em FTI when anybody ask ya
Fuck the industry, they the enemy

Fuck this industry man
I'll make it happen boy
With fat change this rap thing
Full of hoes and hataz and hat gain
The CEO don't want no part to this do
'Cause if you're fuckin up against
My firm is squakin at you mean carkas is thru
The A.R. better stay in this car
'Cause I'm parkin it to
Don't hate Brim cause I'm talking the truth
My dogs is barking at you
So you better get your mind right
Deuce clik representation we in the lime light

This rage is against the machine
Turn these pages and flip till they clean
And what remains is 4 Krizz 2 be seen
So I say "Fuck the Industry"
Cause da speech that u preach to do people
Is so evil so "fuck your ministry"
How they ever gon' say what we gon' say
How they ever gon' say what we gon' do
Here I come 4 the mon and I'm comin with a gun
Now tell me what I will and I won't do
F - Fear em they blast hoes
T - Tear 'em a new asshole
I - Infect their mind wit this lyrical blindness

To all you hataz in power we say
(Fuck the Industry, Fuck the Industry)
Jack yo placks put'em down on ebay
(Fuck the Industry, Fuck the Industry)
And all you boogie ass chumps can't touch us
The industry is some punk mutha fuckers
You tell'em FTI when anybody ask ya
Fuck the industry, they the enemy

Hey Skatterman I heard you rollin' with Tech
But I still ain't signed
'Cause I'm a problem for these record execs
How can they market
A young black political target?
Who done took coca leaves
Beacon soda and enlarged it
Into crack rocks selling crack rocks for a livin'
From the black top
Where we jack cops for a livin'
So fuck the industry and damn the beats
I ain't just in the street
I'm Skatterman, I am the streets, Nigga

You got a smile glarin', cause you get it packed
I got yo gal starin', cause you minute mack
You go yo mouth swearing that yo hit is plack
You hatin' file-sharing cause your shit is wack
Sampled yo CD listened and it was cheesy
No cable box 4 your TV no label watch for your breezy
We ride feel the pain
From inside fuck yo fame cause it died
Said yo thang was about the game claimed
Then he banged but you lied
Bout yo artist but yo artist is the farthest
From the harest but you market
This bark at this bunk dirty carpet
Shit game is out smarted
Oops somebody farted bout to spark this shit
Niggas are retarded look what you've started
Cerami Mark is pissed
Imma break it down for you clowns
In the industry chain
(Fuck perspective Warner Bros., Qwest and JCOR's name)
Strange, we independent and you suckas
Are the enemy you fuckin up the industry
You bustas will remember me

To all you hataz in power we say
(Fuck the Industry, Fuck the Industry)
Jack yo placks put'em down on ebay
(Fuck the Industry, Fuck the Industry)
And all you boogie ass chumps can't touch us
The industry is some punk mutha fuckers
You tell'em FTI when anybody ask ya
Fuck the industry, they the enemy

To all you hataz in power we say
(Fuck the Industry, Fuck the Industry)
Jack yo placks put'em down on ebay
(Fuck the Industry, Fuck the Industry)
And all you boogie ass chumps can't touch us
The industry is some punk mutha fuckers
You tell'em FTI when anybody ask ya
Fuck the industry, they the enemy

Everything was suppose to be all Jesus
Everything was suppose to be all Jesus
But it seems like everything is all Satan
But it seems like everything is all Satan
Everything was suppose to be all Jesus
Everything was suppose to be all Jesus
But it seems like everything is all Satan
But it seems like everything is all Satan

[1st Verse]

In the new millennium
You can't play with nobody's mind
Man
Deliberately messing up a good thing
Or holding up a grind
And
You already knowing life's a big fight
Against time
Man
Crime minds
Really shine
Who's dying
Is the kind
Man
When some of us
Find that life ain't beautiful
We switch to
Pharmaceuticals
Your nine to five
Ain't suitable
For the cuticles
I'm going bad
Currently I keep ending up
With even less
Than I had
Record company
Is dealing me something sad
How do you expect
A man to sit
And wait with three kids
For you to
Figure out
What Tech's SINGLE is
Going bad
I feel like
I just might
Act a fool
When I see 'em
Gotta a nigga
Feeling petty
Looking forward
To perdeium
I got some issues
Most of these record execs
Are soft as tissues
Defecate on they self
When they here some
I'm gon get yous
Understand this
When a Rogue's at
You're trying to hold back
His dough sack
And try to bozack
And he go cock
The 4 4 back
You chose that
So cut these ties
And I'll rise
Let's compromise
Or else
I'll hop a plane
With my guys
QDIII said
It ain't all good
When you sign with a record label
Who ain't
Had a hot soundtrack
Ever since
Boyz N Da Hood

[Bridge]

I'm going bad
No luck
I'm going
Bad, bad, bad
So rough
I'm going
Bad, bad, bad
No church
I'm going
Bad, bad, bad
Disperse
I'm going
Bad
Feel me out now

[Hook-Charmelle]

This life I live
Ain't extra
No angels to
Stand next to
To live a life that's better
I'll sacrifice
Whatever
This life I live
Ain't extra
No angles to
Stand next to
To live a life that's better
I'll sacrifice
Whatever

[LeCoya LeJuene]

No one wants to see
An angel in this world
In these days
To them I am
The epitome of evil
A found soul
Looking to save the lost
To them I am death
And of not wanting
An evil man

[2nd Verse]

For living expenses
They gave me like
Thirty-five G's
Picture me in a hospital
Shot up
With thirty I V's
That's what I really needed
When I found out
This drama
Trauma
Instead of moving
I should've kept all that
And continued to stay
With my girls Momma
Gutter
Living
Got me tripping
I'm smoking bud daily
Gutter
Living
Got me tripping
I'm going blood crazy
Gutter
Living
Got me tripping
I'm struggling like a bad actor
Gutter
Living
Got me sounding like
The Madd Rapper
The bad influence
The bad apple
The bad seed
That's me
The bad people
The bad karma
The bad breed
Mushroom tripping
Brain's a mushroom cloud
Finding groupies
Tugging on my zipper
While I'm hanging on
To my vows
Demons surround me
In triple
Stage darkness
And taunt me
They know I'm the good guy
Going bad
So they want me
All my family remembers
Way back in the day
I was good
But they doubt now
Disperse
I'm going bad
Feel me out now

[Hook-Charmelle]

This life I live
Ain't extra
No angels to
Stand next to
To live a life that's better
I'll sacrifice
Whatever
This life I live
Ain't extra
No angels to
Stand next to
To live a life that's better
I'll sacrifice
Whatever

[LeCoya LeJuene]
To say going bad
To most
Ha
Never been good
Just getting worst
Thoughts to destroy
And to tear things apart
Thoughts to praise
Adore
And to love
The trick is
What voice is telling you what

[3rd Verse]

Mind state of a pirate
I'm irate
Used to be cool
Till some straight fool
Lit the pilot
Will I be that
Mid-town bound
In the middle of a riot
Or at a wherehouse
Shipping platinum
Shaking hands with
Violet
No love for the bane
False foes in the game
The Qwest wreck was a shame
Twas a journey full of pain
But Tech N9NE will remain
Hella brave
And untame
So make way
For the reign
I'm bringing Highland and Wayne
No thanks to Qwest
They on the receiving end
Of the gun
I cursed you
Everytime I climb
You're getting fired
One by one
But taking one with me
Cause she knows the true meaning
Of a modern day hippie
Who creates jewels off mushrooms
And bombs sticky
HOG STYLIN'
Mid West Side
And Newday
And King Tech & Sway
These are the people keeping me alive
To this day much love
QD said
You can't make rell
With a label who let
Tipper Gore talk shit
And made 'em take Ice T's cop killer
Off the shelves

[Bridge]

I'm going bad
No luck
I'm going
Bad
So rough
I'm going
Bad
No church
I'm going
Bad
Disperse
I'm going
Bad
Feel me out now

[Hook-Charmelle]

This life I live
Ain't extra
No angels to
Stand next to
To live a life that's better
I'll sacrifice
Whatever
This life I live
Ain't extra
No angels to
Stand next to
To live a life that's better
I'll sacrifice
Whatever

[LeCoya LeJuene]
Right now I can't distinguish
Which voice I'm listening to
Am I evil
Or just another lost soul
Going bad
Or just been bad
And getting worst

Verse 1:
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 Krishna
To my listeners
In this rhyme
You will find
Psychotic scriptures
Saying it's something
Disrupting my mind

(Hook 1)
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

(Hook 2)
My thoughts are twisted
So mixed up
(repeat x 4)

Verse 2:
A
I'm lifted
be