Aaron Dontez Yates (born November 8, 1971 in Kansas City, Missouri), better… Read Full Bio ↴Aaron Dontez Yates (born November 8, 1971 in Kansas City, Missouri), better known by his stage name Tech N9ne or Tecca Nina is an American rapper, co-owner of Strange Music Records and actor. His career has spanned over 24 years, during which he has released eleven albums. According to the He's a Mental Giant Songfacts, his stage name originated from the TEC-9 semi-automatic handgun, given to him by rapper Black Walt due to his fast rhyming style. (Tech is short for technique and 9 is the number of completion. That's why he says the technique's complete so often.)
His tenth studio album, K.O.D., was released October 27, 2009. He has spent his illustrious career making sure he’s been grinding harder than the average rapper, and is the best selling artist out of his hometown. With nine solo albums and two powerhouse collaboration projects under his belt, the Kansas City MC’s flow is sharper and slicker than it’s ever been.
“This is another roller coaster ride,” explains TECH N9NE about the release. “When it came time for Sickology 101, I knew I wanted to do a collabo album based on the study of being sick. It’s a beginner’s course for people who don’t know how to be sick lyrically or how to choose sick beats. It all starts with beats because they tell me exactly what to do.” Epic beats from YoungFyre, Wyshmaster, Seven and Matic Lee set the stage for TECH N9NE to weave his introspective and sometimes roguish lyrics around.
Sickology 101 brims with stellar appearances from lyrical heavyweights. On the opening title track, TECH N9NE slays alongside Chino XL and Crooked I, pulling listeners into the Hip-Hop classroom for a lesson in murdering a beat. It’s a twisted vision forged on undeniable grooves and quixotic wordplay.
The single, “Nothin,’” is an inspiring, honest anthem that features Messy Marv and Big Scoob. Meanwhile, on “Midwest Choppers 2,” TECH N9NE and Krayzie Bone cruise to the depths of darkness. “Krayzie Bone came through and murdered it,” says TECH N9NE. “I modeled the song after movies. When you do a sequel, there has to be a bigger body count and more people have to die. ‘Midwest Choppers 2’ is Autobahn-style. It makes you want to speed.”
TECH N9NE’s inimitable flow and rhyming take center stage on solo tracks, including the haunting, hypnotic “Red Nose.” He doesn’t pull any punches on the vitriolic, YoungFyre-produced “Blown Away,” either. It’s an open letter to several prominent urban artists who refused to play before him at radio festivals despite his massive concert draw.
With hits like “I’m A Playa,” “Caribou Lou” (which boasts 7.2 million MySpace plays), “Riotmaker,” “Like Yeah” and “Everybody Move,” it’s no wonder TECH N9NE counts a total of over 4.5 million YouTube video plays and an average of 40,000 MySpace visitors each day. His success knows no limits. The July 2008 release, Killer, debuted at Number 1 on the Billboard Top Independent Albums chart and Number 12 on the Billboard Top 200 Albums chart. He did it all on his own. There was no major label — just TECH N9NE’s own record company, Strange Music. TECH N9NE’s tracks have appeared in films like Gang Related and Alpha Dog as well as various TV shows, and he recently made his motion picture debut in The Life of Lucky Cucumber alongside members of MTV’s “Jackass” crew.
It hasn’t been an easy road, but TECH N9NE soldiers on and he’ll never stop. “They call me devil worshipper because I’m different. I give you music for my core. They’re the people that put me over the million mark. I raise my middle finger to everybody who judges me because my core audience is there for me. They will always love me, but I’m trying to reach others, too. It’s not over. My music is supposed to be for everybody, but some people just don’t get it. This album is the result; swallow it. It’s middle finger music, all-day and all-night.”
TECH N9NE never stops bringing that music directly to his fans, constantly reinforcing his status as one of the hardest-touring rap acts in the business. In 2008, TECH N9NE performed over 200 shows and he doesn’t show any signs of slowing down in 2009. In April, TECH will head out in support of Sickology 101 and spend two months on the road, performing live for his rabid fans.
Sickology 101 is prepping the world for TECH N9NE’s next masterpiece, K.O.D. “I want people to know that I’m getting better and better and I’m a machine. I do these collabo albums to give the fans more. This is a bridge record to K.O.D. It’s the farewell to the TECH N9NE you’ve known lately. It’s getting darker. A lot of people might not be able to go to the place I’m going, but this place is my specialty.”
“I don’t need people to kiss my hand,” assures TECH N9NE. “I’m not trippin’ on status, and I’m not a narcissist when it comes to rap. It’s my heart and soul pouring onto the paper. I write my life and I can’t hold back. This is what I know.”
Origin: Kansas City, Missouri
Year Formed: 1991
Official Site: http://www.therealtechn9ne.com/
His tenth studio album, K.O.D., was released October 27, 2009. He has spent his illustrious career making sure he’s been grinding harder than the average rapper, and is the best selling artist out of his hometown. With nine solo albums and two powerhouse collaboration projects under his belt, the Kansas City MC’s flow is sharper and slicker than it’s ever been.
“This is another roller coaster ride,” explains TECH N9NE about the release. “When it came time for Sickology 101, I knew I wanted to do a collabo album based on the study of being sick. It’s a beginner’s course for people who don’t know how to be sick lyrically or how to choose sick beats. It all starts with beats because they tell me exactly what to do.” Epic beats from YoungFyre, Wyshmaster, Seven and Matic Lee set the stage for TECH N9NE to weave his introspective and sometimes roguish lyrics around.
Sickology 101 brims with stellar appearances from lyrical heavyweights. On the opening title track, TECH N9NE slays alongside Chino XL and Crooked I, pulling listeners into the Hip-Hop classroom for a lesson in murdering a beat. It’s a twisted vision forged on undeniable grooves and quixotic wordplay.
The single, “Nothin,’” is an inspiring, honest anthem that features Messy Marv and Big Scoob. Meanwhile, on “Midwest Choppers 2,” TECH N9NE and Krayzie Bone cruise to the depths of darkness. “Krayzie Bone came through and murdered it,” says TECH N9NE. “I modeled the song after movies. When you do a sequel, there has to be a bigger body count and more people have to die. ‘Midwest Choppers 2’ is Autobahn-style. It makes you want to speed.”
TECH N9NE’s inimitable flow and rhyming take center stage on solo tracks, including the haunting, hypnotic “Red Nose.” He doesn’t pull any punches on the vitriolic, YoungFyre-produced “Blown Away,” either. It’s an open letter to several prominent urban artists who refused to play before him at radio festivals despite his massive concert draw.
With hits like “I’m A Playa,” “Caribou Lou” (which boasts 7.2 million MySpace plays), “Riotmaker,” “Like Yeah” and “Everybody Move,” it’s no wonder TECH N9NE counts a total of over 4.5 million YouTube video plays and an average of 40,000 MySpace visitors each day. His success knows no limits. The July 2008 release, Killer, debuted at Number 1 on the Billboard Top Independent Albums chart and Number 12 on the Billboard Top 200 Albums chart. He did it all on his own. There was no major label — just TECH N9NE’s own record company, Strange Music. TECH N9NE’s tracks have appeared in films like Gang Related and Alpha Dog as well as various TV shows, and he recently made his motion picture debut in The Life of Lucky Cucumber alongside members of MTV’s “Jackass” crew.
It hasn’t been an easy road, but TECH N9NE soldiers on and he’ll never stop. “They call me devil worshipper because I’m different. I give you music for my core. They’re the people that put me over the million mark. I raise my middle finger to everybody who judges me because my core audience is there for me. They will always love me, but I’m trying to reach others, too. It’s not over. My music is supposed to be for everybody, but some people just don’t get it. This album is the result; swallow it. It’s middle finger music, all-day and all-night.”
TECH N9NE never stops bringing that music directly to his fans, constantly reinforcing his status as one of the hardest-touring rap acts in the business. In 2008, TECH N9NE performed over 200 shows and he doesn’t show any signs of slowing down in 2009. In April, TECH will head out in support of Sickology 101 and spend two months on the road, performing live for his rabid fans.
Sickology 101 is prepping the world for TECH N9NE’s next masterpiece, K.O.D. “I want people to know that I’m getting better and better and I’m a machine. I do these collabo albums to give the fans more. This is a bridge record to K.O.D. It’s the farewell to the TECH N9NE you’ve known lately. It’s getting darker. A lot of people might not be able to go to the place I’m going, but this place is my specialty.”
“I don’t need people to kiss my hand,” assures TECH N9NE. “I’m not trippin’ on status, and I’m not a narcissist when it comes to rap. It’s my heart and soul pouring onto the paper. I write my life and I can’t hold back. This is what I know.”
Origin: Kansas City, Missouri
Year Formed: 1991
Official Site: http://www.therealtechn9ne.com/
All I Want
Tech N9ne Lyrics
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It's all that I know, it's all that I know
It's all that I know, it's all that I know
It's all that I know, it's all that I know
It's all that I know, it's all that I know
Shit, what I do?
The bitches shuffle to the front when I come
Clap your hand & stomp your
Foot to the rhyme cougar
Roll the die hit the blunt
Listen to the rhythm of the rapper
Ass whooper
I click-clack like a gat, spitter
Broke up with my rap, but I'm back with her
Don't fuck with my greens or
You don't want the Hulk to get mad nigga?!
Nigga, nigga
With a motherfucking man right here
Nigga nigga put his foot in your shit, or
Make a nigga slap in your ass, kisser
Let that nigga do the little song
Write it to the music, feel it work it
Soon as Trae e mail me the beat
I'mma take it to the booth
And I'mma kill it, murk it
Curse it, bless it, church it
Cash it, change it, purse it
Tell them niggas that I'm back on the block
And I got them killer verses
Tell 'em to sell 'em the one for ten
I'd let them go, two for five
Either way, I'mma get that ten
Or you don't get none of these rhymes
Long as I murder these shows
And hurdle these hoes
Shorty don't go and I don't have
To be working that lows
I rock jewelry that glows with a rap name
Twenty years old
Shit, what else can I say? Fuck
That's all that I know!
It's all that I know, it's all that I know
It's all that I know, it's all that I know
It's all that I know, it's all that I know
It's all that I know, it's all that I know
I am the street king
Took a minute to lock shit
Money, bitches and gunplay
You ain't gon' block shit
Overdose in my hand
Tell 'em I can't feel 'em
Diamonds all over my fingers
That'd be on Cîroc shit
I been livin' all player
Ever since shit off
Haters on all my dick like women
They'd better get off
You can find me in the gutter
Scared of heights
Sitting on a couple of mill
Money tall I'm tryna get off
Clique like brothers
Tell 'em to give 'em the blues
They recievin' the call of
Competition I won't lose i'm a fool
When I lace these shoes with these tools
Leavin' niggas abused of something
Off in the crew speakin' of crews
Tell niggas ain't nothin' new
Used to kick it one thing
Now hoes come in the two's
Run upon 'em like murder
Should've been on the news
I shoot 'em in they face
They leave with no clues
All the way to the boulevard
Walkin' in all glass
Tell the bank-teller person I'll count
It in all cash
Everybody be talkin' but I'mma pull
Up and show 'em somethin'
And go to wreckin' shit like I
Been in a bad crash
In the hood, I'm access for real
Ask, he'll tell you that I was Trill
Million dollar mouthpiece
One hell of a grill
I thug Universal, don't sweat it
I got a deal anybody wanna run up I'll tell
'em I'm in this bitch
If a hater got a problem I'm
Probably up in his bitch you all want truth
You gon' find him up in a ditch
I'll bang his ass up like
When I'm makin' hit's
You can tell 'em I'm sick
Rare form of cancer
I am the truth, I guarantee you the answer
Anybody who lookin' tell 'em
To look no more
If I don't get the proper respect
I'm kickin' they door
It's all that I know, it's all that I know
It's all that I know, it's all that I know
It's all that I know, it's all that I know
It's all that I know, it's all that I know
I be in the corner with the bitches
Off in the club I be grantin' many wishes
All the haters be super suspicious
As to why they sniffin' I make super digit's
Makin' beautiful music and then a bita'
Aphrodisiac to get bitches to swoon
But I catch 'em quick
With these incredible tunes
Me stickin' poon will be inevitable soon
Ha ha ha ha ha ha
I'll be laughin' at these busters
Think they smashin' and we suckers
But we blastin' at these fuckers
Trippin' over colors, you niggas
You gotta love us
No matter the set I'mma get up
And rip 'em into pieces
He's beneath me and needs to be treated
Like a flea with a beast
And believe he's heated
Because of my talent they mad
And I'm never gonna challenge their ass
'Cause my balance for nada pay cash
You suckers down there but
My wallet say "Bad
Motherfucker" like Samuel L
You perpetrators I'mma damn you to hell
Your bitches love to hear this animal yell
Try to beat me, understand you will fail!
In control of all of my dough
Now it's off to the mall I go
You the money really tall I show
If you really wanna brawl I know
That you niggas gonna fall to my toes
I be killin' all of y'all when I blow
'Cause a nigga comin' raw when I
Flow is all that I know
It's all that I know, it's all that I know
It's all that I know, it's all that I know
It's all that I know, it's all that I know
Shit, what I do?
The bitches shuffle to the front when I come
Clap your hand & stomp your
Roll the die hit the blunt
Listen to the rhythm of the rapper
Ass whooper
I click-clack like a gat, spitter
Broke up with my rap, but I'm back with her
Don't fuck with my greens or
You don't want the Hulk to get mad nigga?!
Nigga, nigga
With a motherfucking man right here
Nigga nigga put his foot in your shit, or
Make a nigga slap in your ass, kisser
Let that nigga do the little song
Write it to the music, feel it work it
Soon as Trae e mail me the beat
I'mma take it to the booth
And I'mma kill it, murk it
Curse it, bless it, church it
Cash it, change it, purse it
Tell them niggas that I'm back on the block
And I got them killer verses
Tell 'em to sell 'em the one for ten
I'd let them go, two for five
Either way, I'mma get that ten
Or you don't get none of these rhymes
Long as I murder these shows
And hurdle these hoes
Shorty don't go and I don't have
To be working that lows
I rock jewelry that glows with a rap name
Twenty years old
Shit, what else can I say? Fuck
That's all that I know!
It's all that I know, it's all that I know
It's all that I know, it's all that I know
It's all that I know, it's all that I know
It's all that I know, it's all that I know
I am the street king
Took a minute to lock shit
Money, bitches and gunplay
You ain't gon' block shit
Overdose in my hand
Tell 'em I can't feel 'em
Diamonds all over my fingers
That'd be on Cîroc shit
I been livin' all player
Ever since shit off
Haters on all my dick like women
They'd better get off
You can find me in the gutter
Scared of heights
Sitting on a couple of mill
Money tall I'm tryna get off
Clique like brothers
Tell 'em to give 'em the blues
They recievin' the call of
Competition I won't lose i'm a fool
When I lace these shoes with these tools
Leavin' niggas abused of something
Off in the crew speakin' of crews
Tell niggas ain't nothin' new
Used to kick it one thing
Now hoes come in the two's
Run upon 'em like murder
Should've been on the news
I shoot 'em in they face
They leave with no clues
All the way to the boulevard
Walkin' in all glass
Tell the bank-teller person I'll count
It in all cash
Everybody be talkin' but I'mma pull
Up and show 'em somethin'
And go to wreckin' shit like I
Been in a bad crash
In the hood, I'm access for real
Ask, he'll tell you that I was Trill
Million dollar mouthpiece
One hell of a grill
I thug Universal, don't sweat it
I got a deal anybody wanna run up I'll tell
'em I'm in this bitch
If a hater got a problem I'm
Probably up in his bitch you all want truth
You gon' find him up in a ditch
I'll bang his ass up like
When I'm makin' hit's
You can tell 'em I'm sick
Rare form of cancer
I am the truth, I guarantee you the answer
Anybody who lookin' tell 'em
To look no more
If I don't get the proper respect
I'm kickin' they door
It's all that I know, it's all that I know
It's all that I know, it's all that I know
It's all that I know, it's all that I know
It's all that I know, it's all that I know
I be in the corner with the bitches
Off in the club I be grantin' many wishes
All the haters be super suspicious
As to why they sniffin' I make super digit's
Makin' beautiful music and then a bita'
Aphrodisiac to get bitches to swoon
But I catch 'em quick
With these incredible tunes
Me stickin' poon will be inevitable soon
Ha ha ha ha ha ha
I'll be laughin' at these busters
Think they smashin' and we suckers
But we blastin' at these fuckers
Trippin' over colors, you niggas
You gotta love us
No matter the set I'mma get up
And rip 'em into pieces
He's beneath me and needs to be treated
Like a flea with a beast
And believe he's heated
Because of my talent they mad
And I'm never gonna challenge their ass
'Cause my balance for nada pay cash
You suckers down there but
My wallet say "Bad
Motherfucker" like Samuel L
You perpetrators I'mma damn you to hell
Your bitches love to hear this animal yell
Try to beat me, understand you will fail!
In control of all of my dough
Now it's off to the mall I go
You the money really tall I show
If you really wanna brawl I know
That you niggas gonna fall to my toes
I be killin' all of y'all when I blow
'Cause a nigga comin' raw when I
Flow is all that I know
The lyrics to Tech N9ne's song "All I Want" capture his pride and confidence in his craft as a rapper. He starts off by stating that rap is all he knows and all he is familiar with. He describes his presence as commanding, with women eagerly coming forward when he arrives. He uses aggressive language like "click-clack like a gat, spitter" to emphasize the power and impact of his rap. Tech N9ne references his reputation as a skilled rapper, saying he's back in the game with killer verses and challenging anyone who doubts him.
In the second verse, Tech N9ne asserts his position as the "street king" and boasts about his wealth, women, and involvement in gunplay. He dismisses haters and competition, claiming he will not lose and is fearless in his pursuit of success. He continues to reinforce his confidence, stating that nobody can match his level of talent. Tech N9ne concludes the song by expressing his determination to prove himself, even if he faces disrespect, and warns that he will take action if necessary.
Overall, the lyrics depict Tech N9ne as a talented and assertive rapper, unafraid to confront challenges and stand up for himself. He exudes confidence and pride in his craft, declaring that rap is all he knows and excels at.
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