Tech N9ne

[fox69]

"This Is Hip Hop"
(feat. Brotha Lynch Hung)

"This Is Hip Hop"
(feat. Brotha Lynch Hung)



[Intro]
When I say Tech you say N9ne!
Tech -- N9ne!
Tech -- N9ne!

[Hook]
This is Hip Hop it's Country, Jazz and R&b in its Pop
It's Rock and Roll and never will it stop
So ain't to way you stoppin this Hip-Hop-Hip-Hop
This is Hip Hop!

[Tech N9ne]
What is living on 904 Michigan
What is havin roaches in trouble finding more dividends
Dying a poor citizen
What is pausing the door to seal us in war kill us men trying for your kid again
What is saving your pinnacle state in a available place in the awake cause you ain’t payin no janx when the game makes a way to rotate
What is weight in your safe
So we can stay in race
Lay em on tape invading your state with this pain in your face
When it aims the door slams to aim with the program the bitters give a damn you go ham you giving them more stamina what is having a manager to book so many shows to go jam
What is at the bottom
That I really gotta
What is in a column without another who stopped him, dropped him, popped on top of him, what is summer, spring and autumn
what is to the top and shot him with his poverty
what is acknowledging the prodigy
what is the dichotomy of this good and bad anthology
what is laughs that follow be sad paths psychology
us living life low their living like you hit the lottery

[Hook]
This is Hip Hop it's Country, Jazz and R&b in it's Pop
It's Rock and Roll and Universal Woodstock
So ain't to way you stoppin this Hip-Hop-Hip-Hop
This is Hip Hop!

[Tech N9ne's Speach]
When I first heard the beat it gave me the vision that if the Mayan calender was correct
and in 2012 the world was actually destroyed when a new civilization forms
and they get to diggin they find this and this will be a perfect way to start off the new Hip-Hop Culture
Ya know what I'm saying? Were 2 Murders lyrically Ya know what I'm saying? it'd be crazy, Strange baby!

[Brotha Lynch Hung]
What is getting of the X I'm righting album
What is being put in the middle like Malcolm
Sicker than Synchondrosis
I eat Carrion I got body parts in my Cary On
It's when the Party starts Nigga I'm very Hung
Been ripping up Niggas since I was very young
Scary looking motha fucka ready to kill ya daddys mom
Ready to eat that meat with a meat cleaver
I creep in the streets and defeat these Eat These Nigga's up hot shittin out they feces
Put a Knife in they Meces
at least hes younger hunger dinner, he sees thunder wonder inner,
he sees baby doctor visits, he spills rabies in his lyrics
Put her in the back with the flat tire I'm Fire till I retire
I tie her up then fry her up and then give her to the higher up
Tech N9ne Intertwine get out the wine this is Hip-Hop!

[Hook]
This is Hip Hop it's Country, Jazz and R&b in it's Pop
It's Rock and Roll and Universal Woodstock
So ain't to way you stoppin this Hip-Hop-Hip-Hop
This is Hip Hop!

[Tech N9ne Reversed]
To all my youngsters out there listening to this, find some sort of education or understanding of life and how it was,
and then try to find out how you can couture to grow this thing and better this thing and take this thing to higher heights
with more knowledge and more conviction to preserve this thing called

 

[fox69]

"This Is Me"

"This Is Me"


[Intro: Tech N9ne]
Hahahaha, in the world of BET
I'm just too better than rock and roll huh
In the world of MTV
My name is too gangsta huh, hahaha
Man, Stragne Music we got this baby
This year we got this one baby
Red hair, red everything
It's Tech N9ne baby like it or not

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

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

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

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Tech N9ne]
The industry treat me like a ride on the short bus
Thats why I'm tellin' they youngstas when your retourt cuss
And make a fort fuss
Cause you went out on Sam Goody on F.Y.E. with they money and you support us
Strangas, Shadys, Psychopaths and Juggalos
Loseas, Shootas, College women and gutta hoes
Rock it from prescios doe
Drops it just lets it flow
Cop it don't knock it you block us stop at the record store

This is Aaron Yates, this Aliyah and Reign
This is for Little Donnie, this is for all Lacoya's pain
This is for the sickness of Marty Sue
This is for all the love of Sara, Suzie, Aramay and Izeda Lou
This is for Ike and Ricky, Rufus, Rhonda, Barbra and Marla really
This is for B'zle and I know that rest of my family is with me
This is my friends, this is the end, this is a G
This is life, this is wrong, this is right, this is me

[Hook - 2X]

 

[fox69]

"This Life"

"This Life"


[1st Verse]

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

[Chorus]

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

[repeat 2x]

[2nd Verse]

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

[Chorus]

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

[repeat 2x]

[3rd Verse]

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

[Chorus]

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

 

[fox69]

"This Ring"

"This Ring"


[1st Verse]

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

[Hook]

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

[2nd Verse]

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

[Hook]

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

[3rd Verse]

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

[Hook]

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

 

[fox69]

"Thizzles"
(feat. Danny Brown)

"Thizzles"
(feat. Danny Brown)



[Skit]
- Man I don't give a fuck about all that, I just wanna make sure these beats are locked down. Hey, hold on one second, here's Tech right here, man. What's up homeboy, what you need?
- Th-th-th-th-thizzles!
- How many?
- Th-th-th-th-thizzles!
- What is that, like five?
- Yahtzee!
- Alright, c'mon through.
- Cool.

[Intro: Tech N9ne]
Only ye, who is on the molly, shall dig this little diddy here
And if ye shall want that molly, then ye shall have it!

[Hook: Tech N9ne]
When I'm in the house everybody in the place know I got that
Ladies in the back, on my lap, I'mma tap when they pop that
I was on that molly when I copped that, but I never dropped that
Hey, hey (I got thizzles)

[Verse 1: Tech N9ne]
T-H-I-Z-Z-L-E-S, in my belly, yes
We stay high, we be helly X'd, so don't be jelly, just
Get up in the midst of the party, got a fistful of molly and a bitch with a body
I think I wanna grab another chick from a hottie
Make her licked on my lollipop, I hits when I'm naughty
Hit em both then I'm 'scapin later
Never limited, dig it, I'm makin paper
Penny pickin, was sick, I was hatin fakers
Who played the great A, but they can't bust
I was-a-poppin, the panties was droppin
I never stopped even when granny was knockin
Super shockin when the be
It's off from all the rockin, insanity fuckin
That I does, my high buzz
The type of sky shove I love, I was

[Pre-hook]
(Poppin Molly Ringwald while, eatin Stacy Green raw)
(Everbody and things saw, motherfuckin fiend, y'all)

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Danny Brown]
M-D-M-to-the-A, on that plate, got me hella straight
We just took some dips, we just met, but we gon' fuck today
So pop that pussy for a goon and I got four hoes in my hotel room
Got a zip of that Marley and a fill of that Henny and a gram of that molly we about to go boom
Bitch it's Tech Nina and your boy Danny Brown
Hand-me-down clothes on me hand-me-down hoes
They be hoes on the dick doing fingers made of gold with a ruby on her head and a diamond on my nuts
Cumming on her butt for a pill with a slut
Playin with the pussy now I'm tryin to go fuck
So ho stop playin gon' let a nigga cut
Like a homeboy screamin ridin on the west side
Gon' suck a nigga dick or something
Gon' let a nigga hit or something
We rollin, rollin on the moon rocks we controlling, 'trolling
Up against the wall, all these bitches on my balls
Off that Molly Ringwald
Off that molly, brainwashed

[Pre-hook & Hook]

[Verse 3: Tech N9ne]
Orange juice
Morn' boost
Born goof
Scorn roots
Worn youths
Let my horns loose
Porn groups
With the E we raise the darn roof
Got it really hot in here
I'mma knock this beer, I'mma pop this year
Bet you think I'mma gonna stick and rock this rear
But big booty bitch, I love you, but I'm not sincere
Said you never popped before, I can't tell how
Cause you're freaky, you take it, you're going to hell now!
That I does
My high buzz
The type of sky shove I love
I was

[Pre-hook & Hook]

Time to get your molly on! [x4]

 

[fox69]

"Thugged Out"
(feat. Gonzoe, Phats Bossi, Poppa L.Q. and Yukmouth)

"Thugged Out"
(feat. Gonzoe, Phats Bossi, Poppa L.Q. and Yukmouth)



Regime Life nigga!!
What!
Speak on it!
Tech 9!(Tech 9!)
Uh.
Phats Boss (Phats Boss)
Gonzoe (Gonzoe)
L.Q. nigga (L.Q.)!

[Chorus (Phats Bossi)]
Throw up yo hands if you Thugged Out!
First nigga act up, first nigga gettin drugged out!
Throw up yo hands if you Thugged Out!
First nigga act up, first nigga gettin drugged out!

[Verse 1 (Yukmouth)]
Balla position
Regime niggas fuck all'a ya women draped up in linen
I spit this fly shit since I was 5 years old
on some 'ol Osh Kosh Bi'Gosh shit
toss ya bitch, keep it top secret, lock it
Smoke-A-Lot click, walkin around wit ounces in they pockets
bitches jock it
we ridin Benz's, ya'll still drivin 50 rockets
nigga don't knock it
but you need to stop it
top notch shit
I used to cop bricks
rock it up an chop like La-Bobbitt
pushin the 5 whip through the projects til the led 9 spits
nigga you rhyme sick, but you could never fuck around wit my shit
my click my crew nigga
that hard time shit
criminal minded, posted on the grind shit
that cone silencer for one time shit
turnin, pounds into ashes
drinkin Cristal from the bottle
fuck ya glasses
smokin Black-N-Milds to the plastic
the last trial was kinda drastic
limo driver got his ass kicked, tryin to sue us
BUT YOU LOST YOU FUCKIN BASTARD!
I'm A-1 Yola juss like the package
delivered in triple wrappin
niggas get blasted an put in a casket
ashes to ashes an dust to dust, when they fuck wit Yuk
plus I got my own record label
SO WHAT THE FUCK IS UP!

[Verse 2 (Phats Bossi)]
When things is usual we pop Christy
an stack them Bentley's
ya pockets empty pretending to be me
they name me Bossi
my whole click rich like we the Cosby's
slippin's costly
it's cut-throat so fuck a softie
in head to head combat
you scared to bust back
an trust that
call the Regime we known to pull gats in black hats
hop out the company truck
give a fuck, fill my cup an celebrate wit Yuk
now that we grown ups
rock alligators an bumpin slow cuts
juss like the Sho Nuff, we can't be touched
I was raised ruff
gang banged an hand cuffed
fightin [?] always showin my guts, flexin my nuts
hand me my 'Uervo
flip work like we was Trader Joe's from Cisco
optimo, now it's X-O
fightin my [?] for death
pray it's my brother that's kept
when you owe, pay ya debt an we can make it some [?]

[Verse 3 (Gonzoe)]
We got it bundled up
gimme my scratch
it's juss my turn an I'ma take mine
trap
nigga don't get attached
tryin to soak up, listenin
tryin to locate my donuts an hit 'em
while we juss got on fuckin up my buisness
never finished
til we give up the plate
extra innings
swing for the fence
you think too little
your world dance wit mud puddles
my shit Evian, I love trouble
start wisperin wit ya hands wide open, watchin you huddle
big every down
everybody got guns, let 'em ring
you fuckin wit me, let's all go out wit a bang
in this last day, this last hour
kool-aid chest cowards wit they life in my hands set off the power
lights out
[?] the whole house
wit a gallon of gas to douse
light a flame an flush 'em out
every slug count
miss an get your stripes took
nigga this is real life wit real names written in the black books!

[Chorus]

Throw up yo hands if you Thugged Out!
First nigga act up, first nigga gettin drugged out!
Throw up yo hands if you Thugged Out!
First nigga act up, first nigga gettin drugged out!
I can be a villian if ya.... let me! (Thugged Out!!)
First nigga act up, first nigga gettin drugged out!
I can be a villian if ya.... let me! (Thugged Out!!)
First nigga act up, first nigga gettin drugged out!

[Verse 4 (Poppa L.Q.)]
(Check it)
Ever since I was a youngsta been wit this slick shit
tryin to touch a quick one, number one [?]
turn an 18 to a full 36 ain't jokin thats how we did it
we was natural born chemists
ballin wit this, Benjamin big heads in my fist
got ya life in my pocket an more than that on my wrist
I got my degree in the concreate of S.C.
comprised wit gettin paper, an started investin in me
utilized my hustle skills beyond my record deal
and time will reveal whose really holdin the skrill
playboy ya lackin, aint touchin my tax brackets
you fuckin wit some thugs, wit some multi-million dollar [?]
an if it's on an crackin then my reaction is clappin
is you gon' make it happen or is ya high cappin?
Ya betta get to trackin playboy if you ain't packin
Smoke-A-Lot, Regime is distributin max [?]
spent years over the stove in a mini-factory lab
where illegal pharmaceudicals were sold
I was probably 10 years old when I learned to disassemble
then reassemble a semi-auto matic pistol blind fold!

[Verse 5 (Tech N9ne)]
(1-5-1)
They call me Regime, cuz I'm way clean in stay Beam
never live in no day dream, bitch niggas wear Maybelline
throwin up peace cuz you know that I got you
[?] but I cop too
Killa!
Rogue Dog! Rogue Dog!
57 venomous!
When I bust this shit got a gang of criminals feelin us
I'm from Waymeyer the same kinda pain caine grinda
wit a scripta
stickin out like a skin head at a ?bahrmistfa?
fuck wit N9ne get snuffed out
Phats Bossi, Maxx, Poppa L.Q., Gonzoe
an my nigga Yukmouth, Thugged Out!
Any nigga wit the bombay
never con-ways displayed
so-right, so-tight
New York niggas say be John Blazed
I been to the ringa
scrapped 'em like I was a guest on Jerry Springer
wit desert eagle, tech meezle
a [?] a nigga, a drop a [?]
I die a lil nigga
leave 'em wit a 30 round drummer
slit ya throat then we skip out, "I Know What You Did Last Summer"
aint nobody fuckin wit Regime niggas
bust gats at ya cats makin extreme figures
get ready for the Rogue Dogs, told ya'll we seperatin yo jaw
fuckin yo hoes dog
lickin toes, balls
makin mutha fuckin clothes fall
OH! You mutha fuckas dont know!
At the show you trippin, gotta go get the steel toe
to the brain nigga
REGIME KILLAS keep the function poppin
you really wanna know what time we leave, shit.... [?]
YES!!
REGIME KILLAS.... NIGGA!!!

 

[fox69]

"Too Many Girls"
(feat. Krizz Kaliko, Sundae)

"Too Many Girls"
(feat. Krizz Kaliko, Sundae)



[Verse 1 - Krizz Kaliko]
See she the object of my affection
Nah I take that back
See she the object of my erection
I gotta use protection
I'm way too paranoid so im avoiding the infection
To get her in position I use different voice Inflection
How you doin?
That nannies high on a pedestal
I need an intervention
Attention I need is medical
They rev me like an engine
I'm itchin to get my antidote
So give me an inch and I'm into it like it's cantalope
Be girls, be girls, be girls everywere
I can't help but stare
I'm just hoping that they share
Overseas they call me KaliBobbitto Frejo
He called Mr Bookoo Speedy Labito
Do em in then they ask for me to do em again
I ain't playin with them girls but they like to pretend
Like I'm there boyfriend for the night so I treat them a little meana
It's been too many years and surely been way too many girls

[Hook - Tech N9ne]
I know way too many girls
I simply have too many all around the world
So if you trippin wit yo lady
She might be with Techa Nina
Or Kali Baby
I know way too many girls
I simply have too many all around the world
So if you look and you don't see her
She might be with Kali Baby
Or be with Techa Nina

[Verse 2 - Tech N9ne]
Hey, I really like you so maybe we
Can go half on a baby see
Countries take a chance with crazy me
And I never wanna be shady
T don't give a damn were the other ladies be
Andrea I mean Damicica... damn
Man I think I got ADD
I'm callin you to say I think I've seen the light
Reg should come over right now and just sleep with me tonight
Sarah please I mean Taresa jeeze I steady keep losing sight
Cause they bodies be hella tight
Even though it's wrong the feelings right
My bed is so ready to get run up by incredible sex
I just wanna set up and get ate up caress your straight edible breasts
Do you hear me Loretta, sorry bout that Gina
Would you give me that thing I really want you Stephanie I mean Katrina
I get calls from Lacey, from Amber, and somestimes Sabrina
They all over my demeaner
So they stand in line for the weiner
From Christina, Pam, and big booty Jay
The one with Jareeta
And the Louse beuty queen and Tayaneeta
Said you got too many girls Nina

[Hook]

[Verse 3 - Sundae]
I need a girl Nina
Ain't no sense in me lyin
I'm like Biggy you buy her wine
And I just creep from behind her
Say she wanna be on my team
Lickin clits and vagina
Nevermind me you'll never Kevin Federline me
Too many girls, girls, girls around the world
They wanna eat my pussy buy your girl diamonds and pearls
I need a girl Nina
I like her but shes scarin me
Sextin me she like bury me
Since prop 8 bitch wanna marry me
I need a girl Nina
I ain't it but I'll bet a fifth
She's Strange
And I like it Pam and Kandy wanna do me
Jessica wanna make a movie
Tiffany will buy me Goochie if I let her lick my Coochie
I need a girl Nina
To put me in her moutha
I got these girls gone
Myan lost like Jimmy Hoffa
I need a girl Nina
These girls is Techa Nina crazy
She says she wanna lick me and have Krizz Kali babies
I need a girl Nina

 

[fox69]

"Too Much"
(feat. Kutt Calhoun)

"Too Much"
(feat. Kutt Calhoun)



[Intro - Tech]
From the deepest darkest part of misery,
Never Seen before,
Never heard before
Talent beyond this world
Bow down for royalty
Tech N9ne the King
Krizz kali Bizzare
Kutt Calhoun the Prince
Too much to comprehend

[Intro - Krizz]
Its not implied for love for me
But anyone with eyes can see
I'm too much

Too Much for YA
TOO MUCH [x5]

[Intro Cont. - Tech]
Prepare for the ending
This is the pinnacle
All hail the king
Tech N9ne

[Verse 1 - Tech]
Aint nobody betta we comin clever than ever
goin head up with competitors and levelin em
We put em through the shredder we got the lever
To sever any bretheren who step in with the devil in em,
Im sick of everybody thinkin they ready for the work of a killa,
and feelin they iller not sayin a thing, got give it up the skill is incredible,
death is inevidable if you got trouble obeying the king,
I guess when I buss im too much for ya, I cuss when I must im to rough for ya,
Techa Nina when im flowing its a rush for ya,
Other rappers on the planet you a customer,
Cuz you buy it and bite on me, put your recorder right on me,
cuz you really aint the shit and you stuck in debris,
Now the people got the light on me I'm about to fight on the mic
and you know it aint nobody fuckin wit me,
Automatically haters be mad at me when I be rippin it,
Niggas get the trippin cuz im livin it up,
Got the industry in the palm of my hand and I promise I cannot offend a fan
when I say that im not givin a fuck, about the music and doin it and the people they ruin it,
when they miss it they be drivin me crazy,
I'm dif-fer-rent and the people they call me evil and devil imma let em see the level of animal it made me,
Cuz I dont give a fuck I just bust ya crew up, leave em in the dust and must chuck the deuce up,
Nina Krizz and Kutt we upchuck the new stuff, never can you touch or crush us we're TOO MUCH

[Add in - Tech]
Why do we even do it when you dont get it?
It's like beatin a dead fuckin horse,
Constantly givin you elite shit,
And only a handful of you get it,

Too Much for YA
TOO MUCH [x8]

[Verse 2 - Kutt]
Sayin that you want it, Im thinkin that we way to much for ya,
Set in the party we bout to raise to much for ya,
Dont be indigital we got to pay some bucks for tha,
Clarity and the entry to spray, Bbblah Bbblah,
However they want it imma hit em in this club, they can be the reason we done begun trippin,
Alot of them rappin noobs, a right in the rug rippers,
scrub niggas who got it trippin thinkin they thug niggas,
Heavyer mountain dew, Outta my bodily,
City of fountains, you think that you hard but you hardly,
Compared to a real brother, I swear theres no man other,
Cuz whether we live we see the weapon like dann glover,
Dangerous with east flow, Call me country like imma,
Inane a beast in beast mode,
And know you fuckin wit the mangle beast the sheets show,
And ill be mother fuckin bangin peace at zeaks show we to much for ya

[Ending - Tech]
Cuz I dont give a fuck I just bust ya crew up, leave em in the dust and must chuck the deuce up,
Nina Krizz and Kutt we upchuck the new stuff,
Never can you touch or crush us we to much,
Nina Kali and Kutt, aint nobody, fuckin wit us...

[Outro]
The End of Killer 1
Insert Killer 2

 

[fox69]

"Tormented"

"Tormented"


[1st Verse]

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

[CHORUS]

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

[2nd Verse]

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)

[CHORUS]

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

[3rd Verse]

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

[CHORUS]

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

[4th Verse]

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

 

[fox69]

"Torrid"
(feat. Tyler Lyon)

"Torrid"
(feat. Tyler Lyon)



[Tyler Lyon:]
Your light, casting back the dark night
Even faster than we, could fly
Hotter than the sun before me

[Tech N9ne:]
I been burnin' in my own hell for the duration
Of escapin' this place and it swept across the nation
That place is pain and tribulation
Instead of wastin' this achin', I give it awakening motivation
Yeah, I burn so you won't have to
I rap through fire flame you wouldn't wanna adapt to
This trying is totally tough, Tech is turbulent
I further vent to the masses who are watching on this obscure event

[Tyler Lyon:]
Your light, casting back the dark night
Even faster than we, could fly
Hotter than the sun before me

Feel as the fire consumes you through
Know that it's scorchin' just for you
Burnin' the way that you want it to
Only the torrid make it through

[Tech N9ne:]
My pain lessens theirs because it puts who they put on a pedestal on a level playing field with them

I go through hell and I share it with you
Arid quick to cleanse me and get the merits you care to issue
A therapist who sweared to get you through a crisis
Soon as I write this, you invite this terror to view
So much death around me, stress to drown me
You get the sound we invest checks to crown me
The frown free, but no matter how loaded, I'm down D
Double E-P in amidst of a mess, N9ne is tougher than bounty
Torrid

[Tyler Lyon:]
Your light, casting back the dark night
Even faster than we, could fly
Hotter than the sun before me

Feel as the fire consumes you through
Know that it's scorchin' just for you
Burnin' the way that you want it to
Only the torrid make it through

[Tech N9ne:]
Why is it me that gotta be the light source
Through my darkness, I created a bright force
The book told me, "Behold a white horse"
But I didn't fear the death, I'd just report it, I am your life's torch
The pain shows and fame grows
Angel Heart and Evil Brain chose insane flows
To try to control the direction the flame goes
It aims low, then it build up and the thing blow
I don't know why it's the darkness that they desire y'all
Hotter than mixing 151 with grain and fireball
But that emotion made my entire empire ball
I guess I was a chosen one so God gave me this dire call

[Tyler Lyon:]
Make divide between you and the confined
Escape tonight (Escape tonight, I'm alive)
[x2]