Tech N9ne

[fox69]

"Misery"

"Misery"


[Intro]
Aye fam,
Man, you need to stop being so nice and modest
To these jugga head ass niggaz out here
They ruunin around like they don't Strange is the lions den
Nigga we the muthafuckin kingz of the jungle
I'm in the resturant chillin with this new piece of bootany the other night
You know a nigga gonna give me a cd
Talkin about,
Mackzilla, tell Tech he better come to the studio
And fuck with us, or else...
I said, don't you punk brother ass niggaz know
This is Monopoly, don't nobody pass go and collect 200 dollars
Unless we say so

[Tech N9ne]
This merciless
This is musical massacre
Mammoth, imagine my motive, mane
No murkin us
Mimicin muthafuckaz may mock
But on my momma millimeter
My miscous mo murda make millions mack mommies and mosh
This is pain, This unforgettable thang
Is my talent untamable?
Tech is the tyranny
Bang on you niggaz who never have respect for who ever
Pullin you pussies apart, My competitor's plain
In the dark when they sleep
On my incredible heat
Fuck you, I'm fed up
My fist for faggots and freaks
Go tell your industry peeps that fuck peace released
B is for blood
We bangin and blastin at beef
This is ignorant
Get a whiff of his lyrics
So rigorous, niggerous, carnivorous delivery
Come with me, it'll be bitches and thizzery
Fuck with me
And believe that we niggaz will put you out of your misery

[Chorus]
If you ever disrespect
I'll put you out of your misery
Put you, I'll put you, I'll put you, Put you out of your misery
If you run up on my set
I'll put you out of your misery
Put you, I'll put you, I'll put you, Put you out of your misery
I'm a muthafuckin vet
I'll put you out of your misery
Put you, I'll put you, I'll put you, Put you out of your misery
'Bout to make me cock (cock) back (back) aim (aim)
My mission is to pop (pop) that (that) brain (brain)

[Journalist]
My split is psycho like Michael's knife
I admire your Freddy Crouger then dream your life
My brain is too deep, I can think alive
And kill death itself in one of freestyle lines
Lyrically, rappers aren't better than me
Cause I'm hard in this rap game
You lighter then a feather to me
So come with it
It's the devil in me that'll blast at your afterlife
Until your ass is restin in peace
Muthafucka, you don't want it with a gangsta
16 shots and have my little brother shank ya
Thank ya, No thank ya
Boy rearrange ya hands with ya head
Heads up and I'll bang ya
I hear you barkin but you ain't bit shit
My shot's dig through
They call 'em hollow tips
It's a killa season and you ain't killed shit
Misery Loves Kompany, now a complimaent bitch

[Chorus]
If you ever disrespect
I'll put you out of your misery
Put you, I'll put you, I'll put you, Put you out of your misery
If you run up on my set
I'll put you out of your misery
Put you, I'll put you, I'll put you, Put you out of your misery
I'm a muthafuckin vet
I'll put you out of your misery
Put you, I'll put you, I'll put you, Put you out of your misery
You bout to make me cock (cock) back (back) aim (aim)
My mission is to pop (pop) that (that) brain (brain)

[Yukmouth]
This is misery, misery artillery for the killin spree
Hit the block, see the enemy, Kill 'em off like a Kennedy
Ecstasy, Hennessy and a lemon squeeze
You niggaz finna be put on obituaries and white tees, that's misery
Rome to Italy, ridin on chrome literally
Yuk Godzilla, King Kong ain't got shit on me
Riddle me, riddle me, Which rapper gone snitch on me
When I shoot up his Bentley and put him out of his misery
They asked about the beef with Game and The Unit
Squashed my beef with The Game and do my thang with The Unit
Bo signed to Cashville
I'm makin it rain in Houston, Rap-A-Lot for life
You'll find you body slain in Houston, bitch
I'm on the block with that Praline
Until the cop's jumpin out the van like the A-Team, I slang cream
The West Coast Don and Kansas City King
You ain't know? Tecca Nina, General in The Regime

[Chorus]
If you ever disrespect
I'll put you out of your misery
Put you, I'll put you, I'll put you, Put you out of your misery
If you run up on my set
I'll put you out of your misery
Put you, I'll put you, I'll put you, Put you out of your misery
I'm a muthafuckin vet
I'll put you out of your misery
Put you, I'll put you, I'll put you, Put you out of your misery
You bout to make me cock (cock) back (back) aim (aim)
My mission is to pop (pop) that (that) brain (brain)

 

[fox69]

"Mitchell Bade"
(feat. Bakarii)

"Mitchell Bade"
(feat. Bakarii)



[Hook]
Have you
Ever met a nigga
Who was pie sprung
It's a lot of slinky niggas
Where I come from
There's another missile catcher
Just like 'em
His name is Mitchell Bade
Mitchell Bade

[Tech N9NE - Verse 1]
What up Mitch
Is it a everyday thing
For you to act
Just like a bitch
How does it feel
To have a nigga
That will kill you
For the foul shit
You pitch
Number one snitch
A bitch with a dick
I found the remedy
For the enemy
What
Bust at the nigga
Like shooting at the Kennedy's
Cause Mitch Bade
Ain't really no friend to me

[Bakarri]
To be exact
He's a nigga that talk
But he really he can't back
That shit that he talks
So he gotta walk around
With a gat
But a nigga like me
Can knock him out
With the force of a hurricane
The penalty from the path
If you disrespect the game

[Tech N9NE]
Now what goes on
Inside the mind
Of a nigga like this
The nigga pissed
Cause I put about four rounds
Up in a trick he's with
But it ain't my fault
You're a little ole' bitch

[Bakarii]
Without your click

[Tech N9NE]
Nigga run
With a quickness

[Bakarii]
Get away quick
But you better not slip

[Tech N9NE]
Better off with a Bianca
Than be stuck

[Bakarii]
With an A K forty-seven
On your lip
Right
Even if I'm lifted
I can scope him
From a mile away
Niggas faking
Like anticipating
Their dooms day

[Tech N9NE]
Camouflage it
But I can see you acting
Like a bitch
Which are the symptoms
Of a nigga named Mitch

[Hook]
Have you
Ever met a nigga
Who was pie sprung
It's a lot of slicky niggas
Where I come from
There's another missile catcher
Just like 'em
His name is Mitchell Bade
Mitchell Bade
If a Mitch is in your mist
You best to check one
And be ret to go for milli
When the next one comes
If that nigga
Got a foot off
Off in his rectum
His name is Mitchell Bade
Mitchell Bade

[Tech N9NE - Verse 2]
Last night
I gotta page
From Bianca

[Bakarii]
She told me her man was tripping
So swoop about a block up
So I um
Got prepared
My conscience told me
Grab the gat
But all I could think about
Was hitting that kitty kat
From the back
All about that hustle
But tonight I gots to kick it
Deep conversation
But it's the first time
Lettin' a nigga hit it
But I'm not alone
It seems this nigga
Was on the phone
Her heard the spot the topic
Wicked wicked
Now it's on
As I continue
Creeping
It's apparent
That I'm dealing with a Mitch Bade
So I guess that's why
He keeps on staring
But I'm well equipped
To handle a fleet
So nigga don't think I'm sleep
We can talk like men
Or we can get grim
And handle this shit
With streets
Don't ever trust
No cock
Especially when
A nigga like me
Is rolling up your block
Bitch made nigga
Couldn't see that you was played
So we just changed your name
And called you
Mitch Bade
Mitch Bade

[Hook]
Have you
Ever met a nigga
Who was pie sprung
It's a lot of slinky niggas
Where I come from
There's another missile catcher
Just like 'em
His name is Mitchell Bade
Mitchell Bade
If a Mitch is in your mist
You best to check one
And be ret to go for milli
When the next one comes
If that nigga
Got a foot off
Off in his rectum
His name is Mitchell Bade
Mitchell Bade

[Tech N9NE - Verse 3]
Cruising down the Spect
With five splifs rolled
Passenger seat
Sunday the hoe stroll
Went to the park
With major loot
Dippin' up on bitches
But the jealous Mitch
Is ready to shoot
Peep
But it ain't complete
The day is foul
Without a big butt and smile
I need a trick
That's running wet
Like Fury Of The Nile
Bumped into
Stepped unto
This chick
That's thick
And photogenic
In a minute
Imma get up in it
With a jimmy
To avoid
That AIDS epidemic
Get it
Got it
Good in the hood
Shit's all good
Niggas so I knocked on wood
Got to her crib
Drank some Crown
Laid me down
Showed me the goods
Then knock knock
Who's that
She said
Her man
And he might be strapped
With a gat
Put back on my shit
Time to show this fool
Just here it's at
Ready to get rough
She opened up enough
So I can see
She cracked it a bit
But that nigga pushed her
Then came after me
Extended arm
And bodily harm
He should have caught the trigger
Chiggers
Bitch Made
Mitch bade
Nigga

[Hook]
Have you
Ever met a nigga
Who was pie sprung
It's a lot of slinky niggas
Where I come from
There's another missile catcher
Just like 'em
His name is Mitchell Bade
Mitchell Bade
If a Mitch is in your mist
You best to check one
And be ret to for milli
When the next one comes
If that nigga
Got a foot off
Off in his rectum
His name is Mitchell Bade
Mitchell Bade

 

[fox69]

"MMM (Michael Myers Mask)"

"MMM (Michael Myers Mask)"


(Enter the mind of Tech N9ne)
Laurie Strode, I got a gory soul, so the story goes
Should have never killed another one to get a bit of lovin' in me
Or reload, reload everybody lookin' at me like a hero
When I kill a demon lesser than zero
See no, evil within it, I'm a killer and I'm bigger than Deebo
He knows, we go, beginning
Deep inside of me I'm dealin' with a trio
Leave hoes, below, you finished?
Abomination comin' I got that combination cracks
All that time you wastin' runnin' I got that bomb relation rap
Now they're tryin' to make it back to Tech N9ne and shakin' whack
Now I'm dominatin', mom awakin' from a non forsaken nap
Hello mother, when you left I was no mellow brother
I put on my red, killed 'em all dead and I did it with my fellow thuggers
I tell no others, but I'm taking my hell so hovers
When I gotta murder everything dead - I smother
Like Othello's lover
You cannot tell me to stop it with doctor Loomis
Nothing would ever delay when I got your doom, it's
The Boogeyman I got to get your for real and
Nobody is saving me, not with appeal I'm a murderin' son of a bitch
And I'm ill with impeccable skill and a purpose to kill

[Hook x2:]
My mental's made of Michael Myers' mask
(You) Lay lifeless, Lord don't like yo liars laugh
(Who) Wanna see this sinful psycho sire spaz?
(Please don't) Light yo lighters last
(Cause this) Frightful fire's fast

Not too many motherfuckers out there I wish I hadn't killed
Draggin' lil' rappers up Debra's Hill like Jack and Jill
Slashin' till the back cracks attackin' with stabbin' still
Havin' chills when it happens after stashin' 'em in Haddonfield
I got a demon in me, green within me, seen the memory
How I get souls
Bring in Philly, things to get me
Never dead that is why I got up out of Smith's Grove
I'll eradicate a nigga with the feeling
That he better then a spittah with a bigger trigger
Step up and try to get at me and be disposed
I don't know why the great Malek Akkad
Not fuckin' with me, wanted to use the theme for P.B.3
They told me fuckin' fifty, Yea it's worth yea we gotta
But not when Carpenter charged me five for the first Psycho Bitch
So I had to switch when I just wanted to keep it alive!
Guess he didn't know I spill them bastards
Who say another killer's better I kill them slashers
I peel them actors, I'm real grim faster
Original mask motherfucker William Shatner

[Hook x2]

This killer Jam Knocks
I'm here to kill everbody lyrically, specifically till her pants drop
I'm iller than Shaq, thriller fans watch me
Murder many men in Michael Myers mask not a Silver Shamrock
Celebrate Samhain all year round
Never let a fake man reign!
I'mma bake damn brains with a weird sound
Givin hella aches and pain
Eminem is Jason, Krayzie Bone is leatherface and Bushwick Chuckie
But anything after double M were just replicas of me
Who got you? Niggas need a new doctor
Stop the bleeding, who shot you?
It was really a true chopper
Mike is who offed you, mainly because you caca
Step and see who do block you
Rest in peace to Moustapha

[Hook x2]

Mr. Sandman, nobody wants to see you
My Tony Moran stand

 

[fox69]

"Monster"

"Monster"


[Tech N9ne Talking]
Yo Turn this shit up a little bit Juan
So these motherfuckers can feel what I'm saying
Yea, like that

(Monstah!) [Repeat 6 times]

[Tech N9ne]
When I was 5 years old
I relized there was a road
At the end, will I get
Pots of gold
Kidergarden teacher knew I was impossible
Gots to grow dick quick
To cock the hoe
Evil breed
We smoke weed without seeds
Do dirty deeds
Beat foul fiends
What the need
Walk around with a switch blade
In 6th grade
You'll get a blade
If you display you a bitch
Or Mitch Bade
Have you ever
Sold a preacher
Crack on sunday
Fucked your teacher?
7th grader
Under bleachers
Loosing data
Smokin reefer
Hostla migo, hostla laygo
Santa Fe hoes
After I pop, I stop and lay low
Damn clown from kan town
Many man found
Theres a monster breeding
Nigga stand down!

(Monstah [x3])

[Chorus]
If you wanna act like me
(Monstah)
You gotta pop a gat like me
(Monstah)
Makin niggaz skat like me
(Monstah)
Dumpin hella crack like me
(Monstah)
You can always act like me
(Monstah)
But you gotta be black like me
(Monstah)
Keep huddled to your gat tightly
(Monstah)
Cuzz he just might be
(Monstah!)

[Verse 2 - Tech N9ne:]
It must be in my blood
It must be in my soul
Im musty in the mud
Im dusty in my clothes
Dont trust me I'ma scrub
Dont fuck with me I'm cold
Im quick to hold a grude
Dont touch me, I might explode
Im made for wrong
I spent too many days alone
Blaze the bong
Too many survalance homes
And niggaz shittya
Hit me ya
Bitch I'm aa into ya
Ass, just pass
But leave the clamitiea

[Don Juan]
What kinda nigga take X
But never heard of safe sex
What kinda nigga never think of learnin
Make his momma suck dick while he burnin

[Verse 3: Tech N9ne]
Who dat nigga drinkin liquar
While Slim Shady bumpin
Who shot dem niggaz down
On land and 80 somethin, (TECH N9NE!)
Them drug dealers, who think they know where evil
lurks now
Whos that commiting sexual acts on church ground?

[Chorus 2x]

[Verse 4: Tech N9ne]
Momma never knew wassup
She never knew id turn beast
When I grew up
She never thought that id go nuts
I hang with niggaz from the hood
Who still dont give a fuck
Im a creature from the black platoon
Pass the shroom
Blast to the moon
WIth half the room
Still everyone knows
I been a bad boy
Fuckin little orian, forrest hill cemetary
The defintion of a bad boy
Use to hit niggaz for runnin into us
Never had joy,And I Never ever really had toys
So I started playing with AK's
Making hella noise
Who killed fetuses
Who needed this GHB to get heated
Immediate
We get weeded then some concieded shit
Many more coming
Because, Because, Because
Its dark off in Kansas City
The Land of Oz

[Chorus 2x]

[Tech N9ne Talking]
Thats real
Thats just a piece
This is just a little piece of the story
Got much much more to tell y'all!

[Chorus]

 

[fox69]

"More Psycho Messages (Skit)"

"More Psycho Messages (Skit)"


[Voicemail Operator:]
Press 1 to review your messages

What up? Is this Tech N9ne?
Strange Music, homie
Tech Nina, baby
Hahaha, Caribou Lou
Hahaha

[?]
You're hilarious

Fuck you
You are a fucking asshole
Don't ever come past me or I'll make your life fucking Hell
I don't care who the fuck you are
You are a piece of fucking SHIT

I apologize
Like, honestly, I don't know what's going on
I am sorry for being freaking mean

So.. there's always something, right?
Some fuck shit
The first time, you lowered me to your door outside or something

Like there's something fucked up about you
I'm looking back, and my feelings are so in the past about you
Okay? Fuck you
This is my response
This is my reaction to what is your reality

 

[fox69]

"Muah"
(feat. Krizz Kaliko)

"Muah"
(feat. Krizz Kaliko)



[Tech N9ne:]
Them niggas were in each other's face like this, I thought they was gon' fuck, I don't know!
I'd rather be looking at a pussy like that like "Muah, muah, muah, muah, muah, muah, muah, muah!" Sorry and shit

Muah, muah, muah, muah
Muah, muah, muah, muah
Sorry and shit
[x4]

We go, that's why she want us in her throat
Don't bring her around us because we will get the vote

Cause money and the power get your honey in the shower
With this one he got it runny in her flower
When that whore see me rap
You won't be able to snatch your beezy back
It ain't no reason to act so sleazy cat
Music is some kind of aphrodisiac
You don't know she dreaming of having us in the sheets like
Loving that nigga that eat right, what you expect?
See, if you were Tech you would be pounding punani each night
If she bites, tell her to stop! Then we fight
Next minute, break up, then make up
That's what I call a peace pipe
My apologies, she wants Tech so she nollers me
Swallows me, on my rod is where your broad'll be
And your girl's a hella partying chick and she kiss it like
Muah, muah, muah
Sorry and shit

Muah, muah, muah, muah
Muah, muah, muah, muah
Sorry and shit
[x4]

We dope, that's why she want us in her throat
Don't bring her around us because we will get the vote

[Krizz Kaliko:]
Uh huh, 'em big ones huh?
So I dumps the pumps, her rump will hear that song and then she on my bumper
After the show, watch how these hoes get (ya, ya!)
Cuties trying to kick it like a concui
She just tryna' give me what I'm 'poda get
I'm sober as a gopher, poke her and then I'm over it
(Okay!) And I ain't slowing it down cause I got a goal to get
I know what your motive is, but you roll it 'fore the morning hit
(Okay!) I know she know just what a boner is
She phone the kids, she ain't coming home cause she on the dick
W-why you fighting 'round them areolas
Might be piping wives and them, like my rhymes reciting 'em
At the bar we can sit, drink and see how far we get
Me and the Donny Punani we already hit
(Sorry and shit) Okay!

[Tech N9ne:]
Muah, muah, muah, muah
Muah, muah, muah, muah
Sorry and shit
[x4]

[Krizz Kaliko:]
Aye! We're some dudes they want to hug
Want us in they throat cause we [?]
And give her what she missing at home
Feelin' K9 and she'll be alone
I see that snake and bat tat
Then I'm at that, wanna give us head
Around the map, you don't match that
Talkin' bout, she love me now
Now how hard it can get
And I can tell her now she hardly can sit, yeah, yeah!

[Tech N9ne:]
Muah, muah, muah, muah
Muah, muah, muah, muah
Sorry and shit
[x4]

 

[fox69]

"My Favorite"
(feat. Brotha Lynch Hung & Prozak)

"My Favorite"
(feat. Brotha Lynch Hung & Prozak)



[Versus 1: Tech N9ne]
Steady shooting for the stars,
On this vertical journey I be recruiting more for bars,
Gotta be hard, in the car,
I'm running with cannons that really loosen your regards,

Greedy money, and then some
These motherfuckers will murder you for your income,
So when the flash the pass to begin some,
Spitting my favorite of Prozak and Lynch Hung,

After the shows I'm thinking about food
Just give me some [?] and drinks I'm cool,
You probably thinking that a womans my juice,
But I drool over Italian cooking is my joo,

I eat all of it all the time,
At the mall even y'all,
When they called the n9ne,
Money tall yes I ball missing all the sign,
[?] we could meet but never draw the line,

Doctor said that my blood pressure pew,
I was healthy for one minute but then fumes,
Of a pepper corn fillet within the room,
I gotta go get it soon, you seeing the nigger zoom,

Capital grill and a melting pot,
They know my name PF Chang so they help a lot,
You let the n9ne cut the line when its sweltering hot,
to wine and dine me and we belting lot,

I can't stop eating, I really love eating
I know my body be wishing I was vegan
The fat of my stomach it was leaving me, feeding me
All I be thinking when I be breathing un evely,

It don't matter, I'm taking it to the head
Tucking my tummy they using bigger thread,
Telling me if I don't be careful and kill the bread,
I'm gonna pig out until a nigga dead,

[Chorus: Krizz Kaliko]
Insatiable's my name,
When it comes to my favorite things,
[?] nights I come to pray
Of my favorite
I never plan to die, too much haven't tried
Give me more, give me more
I crave it, yes I love it, that's my favorite

[Versus 2: Prozak]
I'm an addict, [?] I never pay,
Kamikaze coming closer to my blood stream,
Caffeine, nicotine, medical green,
[?]
prepare for lift off, stimulation drift off
If I don't feed my addiction I get pissed off
All these voices [?]
I got the devil in my right hand

Always leaving me decitful theivery,
procedes to impede so theres not much steem in me,
in need to feed to be stuffed in eagerly,
I can't seem to leave it be and be free,

Feel my synapses, collapsing I'm gasping,
I think I'm going down like Michael Jackson,

Tunnel vision everything is going black,
And I'm headed to a place where there never is no coming back,

Swan dive in a lake of fire,
All thanks to my faithful drug suppliers,
Now the taste is a taste like you all subscribers,
under the reigns of the chains of your own desires,
Your new god is in black atire,
Never slave to his rays you can not defy him,
Such a waste to the race til your life expires,
no escape, given chase like Michael Meyers

[Chorus: Krizz Kaliko]
Insatiable's my name,
When it comes to my favorite things
[?] nights I come to pray
Of my favorite
I never plan to die, too much haven't tried
Give me more, give me more
I crave it, yes I love it, that's my favorite

[Versus 3: Brotha Lynch Hung]
After the shows I be off to eat,
Got a big fat sack and it be all for me,
6 in the morning I be off these,
Yelling 6 in the morning like my nigger has tea,

I pop all of it all the time,
And they put me in the zone when I'm writing rhymes,

Drugged out, about to take the mug out,
Taking gallons of water I gotta get the drug out,

So stuck like I'm sniffing coke up,
And I love it just as much as I love eating cold cuts,
Yeah I'm the nigger that eat ya whole lunch,
be tryin to rape me but I be like hold up,

Date rape about to set a rape tape,
Yeah Kim Kardashian Ray J,
All up in that ass again Mayday,
I'm just sick in the head as they say,

I be off the top Tech N9ne [?]
Then I'm paranoid ready to pull it its off top,
Y'all better than us hard slagger,
Bitches on the Tech N9ne stage its goin pop,

Grrrr,
And it's all up to her,
She just popped the pill and I'm [?]

This is not for real,
When I'm ill,
Call me a Beastie Boy and I will,

[Chorus: Krizz Kaliko]
Insatiable's my name,
When it comes to my favorite things,
[?] nights I come to pray
Of my favorite
I never plan to die, too much haven't tried
Give me more, give me more
I crave it, yes I love it, that's my favorite

 

[fox69]

"My Haiku-Burn The World"
(feat. Krizz Kaliko)

"My Haiku-Burn The World"
(feat. Krizz Kaliko)



[Intro: Tech N9ne]
This is my haiku
The sick pedophile
Touching beautiful kiddies
Really gonna die

I think the world needs more light
Cause what they do in the dark too haneous for your sight
And mine is dark all the time
A sign to design true crime
But I'm blessed to have the platform for this rhyme

[Verse 1: Tech N9ne]
Damn, why wasn't the light on baby girl
Grown men touch her, she 4, livin' on this crazy world
That's gonna affect her way longer than the lightest life span
If I was there, I'd be sparking way more than a light man
But if we shine em' all, together we can run them off
Gonna hardslide on everyone he come across
Molotovs go to slavery in the Holocaust
Lotta chalk, you ain't lit up, then you not a boss
Light the darker alleys, it might just spark a rally
For right these hearts are rowdy, tonight we spark the valleys
In flatlands stoppin' the bad man, we'll grab hands
Girl he groping going in the trash can
Nowhere to hide I must say places ain't light enough
You try to cut the bright of us an idol might just erupt
The fine of dusk would light as the night adjust
If you got em' then light them up

[Hook: Krizz Kaliko]
There was a lighter in everybody's hand
The world would seem brighter
The sky would be fire
We'd raise our hands and burn the world
So raise your hands and burn the world

[Verse 2: Tech N9ne]
Hey,
Why did Adam shoot the school up?
Maybe cause the way he grew up
Maybe cause of loose screws
Scratched out cause mama loved to pick the tool up
Now a marathon done blew up
And it's bout has two nuts
When Castro took the kids for about ten years and what he'd done I almost threw up

[Verse 3: Krizz Kaliko]
If them was my youngins I'd try to bring the sun in closer to them
Turn it up a hundred and hold it up to them
Take a bite and chew them
Some of they baby life they ruined
I'd be going crazy on the daily daily
I'd pursue them
Don't need more reasons to turn this to a fire pit
Barbecue, I would do, right find without all of it
It's awful and off to no resolving it
Molotovs make the night brighter

[Hook]

[Verse 4: Tech N9ne]
Yeah,
Depresin' to seeing them
Was heaven cause we had sinned
The reverend is begging brethren to be seven and being friends
Tecca don't wanna see kiddies die
Mine is in the stretcher, so what you gonna do with them 25 lighters on your dresser
Yessir, shine them bright so they see us off in Mecca
Lessen the threats of the meth would step in with death and press us
To mess a, good will divide up a fight
Being right and polite, come and help me light up the night
Shine your light bright, but I finally can't rape her
People stand together, make the place safer
No time to play when I weigh the straight haters
Cause they fakers and doing evil is they nature
This is for kids that once and often go through my head, they don't wanna run so off them
I don't want no sack on my pants, so I'm asking her friend,
"Just keep a list so this don't happen again."

[Hook]

[Outro: Tech N9ne]
A wonderful musician once said
"If the people that are trying to destroy this world aren't taking a day off, then why should I?"
I feel that
So how do I light up the darkness, Mr.Bob Marley?
This is my attempt right here
I'm trying

 

[fox69]

"My Own Hell"

"My Own Hell"



I really don't have to tell you much about this one
Because the song is like the song is like self-explanatory
You know what I mean?
It's called My Own Hell

Story about me, and Midwest side, and Hog style Records
And people around me, and my wife, and stuff like that
Pretty personal
Real ruff copy

It's the only one we got
You know what I mean? I think y'all really love the story
People are nosy and want to know about my life so check this out
This is called, 'My own hell' produced by Don Juan

Nigga, my life is straight conflict
When all I want to do is kick it hard and make bomb shit
Every perimeter I enter is infested with a sinner
Seems like I'm losing and never coming out the winner

Shit, I'm the only one kicking it
Everyone else plotting and scheming
But yet they never listen when I say
I'm a little piece of love and a pit full of demons

Midwest side was record company comprised of all friends
Who grew up together and shared ends
Nobody stepped on nobody's toes
Don Juan was executive producer, Juan had beats I had flows

Scoob and Txx Will did promotion
Got it where Mitch Bade was the shit and got Kansas City open
Juan got that shit to Quincy Jones through a chick named Mona
Three days later Q called us back and it was on

Q told us to wait on putting the record out indy
The record company will make it to where we'll have plenty
So we waited, should we put this out? We debated
But working with Quincy we were elated

So now we on the road to L.A. and it was live
Till we got to Quincy's and Don Juan to Scooby and them to wait outside
That's when the tension started to build
Niggaz started feeling unappreciated and then shit got real

'97 Quincy called back for me and Juan
I told my Rogue Dog niggaz just to remain calm
I'm 'bout to make it so we can bling, get us nice things
And then Don Juan said, "Let's mash for our dreams"

Scooby didn't like the way he spent his money on promos
T-shirts and money to make room for logos
He thought he wasn't appreciated, Midwest side depreciated
Gone for the summer and everybody waited

Bakarii didn't like the fact he was down with Mitch Bade
He felt that he should be the next nigga to get paid
Txx Will got tired of being lectured
On distribution so the anted up and started Hog style Records

My niggaz wanted me to ride
Hell yeah I'm down, Tecca Nina's on both sides
Hog style's like fuck 'em, 'cuz they didn't believe in 57
Midwest side's the same, but the love, I'm trynna find my way to heaven

Yo
This is my own hell, nigga this is my own hell
Just trynna make my records sell
Off in my own hell, nigga this is my own hell

We want to Cali to hook with QD3
They wanted the superstar to be me
Kicked it with big Q off in the wild wild west they signed me to Quest
Didn't know I was in for some more perspective mess

Quest fighting Midwest side over a single
All the way from the love angel to Chris Cringle
CEO of Midwest side fighting QD over my budget
QD fighting quest 'cuz he never loved it

Warner Bros fighting back and forth with my artists
'Cuz the bitch who's handling money is retarded
Quest don't like Midwest side, QD3 don't like Quest
And I'm sitting in the middle depressed

Warner Bros send me four Gs a month
I'm kickin' it at parties, liquor, weed, and cunts
When everybody's fussing and fighting
I'm suffering peacefully like novacaine

That's because I didn't know the game
Midwest side, Juan, and QD3, Q W E S T fighting over me
Sway and Tech fighting Q over a check he didn't pay but I suffer
Yeah, I suffer at the end of the day

Yo
This is my own hell, nigga this is my own hell
Just trynna make my records sell
Off in my own hell, nigga this is my own hell

My female friends started not to like my woman
When they found my marriage was comin'
My wife didn't like my friends from the get go
She say them bitches ain't nothing
But fucking famous rapper niggaz for the grip hoes

Wifey don't like me hanging out with E and Beans
'Cuz when we be seeing E and Beans wifey be seeing things
Beans don't like Sheryl 'cuz Sheryl fine a hell
And Beans things Sheryl will take the dick to show and tell

Sheryl don't like Beans 'cuz Beans rude
She wish Beans would go back to Chicago with her dude
Sayin' he don't like Dr. Wick
But Dr. Wick don't give a shit

Zany got Nicky waiting for the hit
Wifey study entire 'cuz something look fishy
'Cuz all my relations iffy iffy
Wifey thinks Big ? would try to fuck

Big ? knew if he try wifey was down to buck
Now all these niggaz in my rhyme are my people
No one can save them not even a steeple could make the equal
You're all my sisters, my brothers, but I'm tired of mediating
I'mma sit back and watch y'all kill each motherfucking other

Yo
This is my own hell, nigga this is my own hell
Just trynna make my records sell
Off in my own hell, nigga this is my own hell

This is my own hell, nigga this is my own hell
Just trynna make my records sell
Off in my own hell, nigga this is my own hell

 

[fox69]

"My Wife, My Bitch, My Girl"

"My Wife, My Bitch, My Girl"


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

[Tech N9ne]
Super star style
Whoop the are pounds
Out the roof, scoop the group we be troopin' large crowds
Yes we are foul
And we rich now
Used to be all of me, but it's all on the bitch now
They wanna get me stuck, they commin' into my world
It's too late I got, my wife, my bitch, my girl

[Verse 1: Tech N9ne]
I was nineteen
Met a nice queen
Car was light green
Naughty as ice cream
But she too jealous Nickaleas
Sort of ridiculous
With the liffa kickin' it
We can never be inconspicuous (my bitch)
Rolls with me
It's so sickly
In love with me
But she give me Felicia 'ol hickeys
But go get me, in the wee hours to get me slow quickys
So sticky
Roll with my homies she so shifty (my wife)
Married a monster
Carried a youngsta
Said if you cheated it you will come back to hunt you
She said my filthy world
Makes her wanna hurl
And that's my first verse
My wife, my bitch, my girl

[Hook: Tech N9ne 2X]
Daddy told me that she wanna control the chick
She gotta go and blow her grip
Because it's all unload on a bitch
One is no trip
But two had mo lip
And three I just can't cope with
My wife, my bitch, my girl

[Verse 2: Tech N9ne]
Got a nice anus
And it's right ain't it
Can't really touch durin' the day but in the night tame it
Usin' fight language
When she take inches
Great bitches
Gettin' busy on the weight benches (my bitch)
Got a big butt
A big slut
Who get big bucks
You might look up and get your chick sucked
'cause she's bi-sex
Keep her thighs wet
Spontaneous I don't know what we gonna try next (my wife)
Go a ghetto booty like Naomi
I'm gonna tell you like Jayo say
All my bitches havin' fancy dreams
And all my bitches wear Applebottom jeans
My wife, my bitch, my girl

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Tech N9ne]
If one's trippin'
The other's for fun flippin'
You coo
She run's limpin'
You end up with funds missin'
You foo
Come wicked your women become vicious and cruel
Dump checkin' to some funds with some checks and you loose
Out of balance the playalistical values and lyin'
I done challenged the way of Mystical powers and hinted
I can silence an egotistical chick in a fight
I'm defiant with an evil twist my girl, my bitch, and my wife
Ain't no bitch on this planet that is a match for me
They get sick and they stand it cause Ninna packs the three
Have to be
Crash to see
If naturally to cause a catastrophe
Exactly (my wife)
Don't like me (my bitch)
Get's hyphy (my girl)
Might knife me twice just to spite me (my wife)
If I break her heart (my bitch)
It'll rip her apart (my girl)
But I'm the smarter you all (my wife, my bitch, my girl)

[Hook 4X]