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/
Buss Serves
Tech N9ne Lyrics
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Listen to me tell my gutter story and it goes
When I was nineteen
I went to go live with my auntie and noticed she had nice things
The furniture and
All of her clothes quite clean
To never be working a 9 to 5, she ran a ice cream, team
And my with it Simon?
Stay remarkably grown
That's why my pockets be long
Ducked some feds, dumped packs then got custom threads
From serving boofas in KC we say let's buss some heads, nigga
In French village, I went till they got the rent building
Got so heavy I no longer benched skrilla was a cinched deal I had to Vince neil it
Yelling in microphone and write them songs they like it's on
I let go they life worth of pipe is blown to flowing ignite my home I used to
Buss serves
Now I, buss words
Either way slanging or sanging whatever life Im'a just splurge
We had the spot though until it really got hot so
Escape I did like El Chapo
But nuevas still get fedded vato
I pull up, pull up
Bussin' serves
I pull up, pull up
Bussin' serves
Young nigga chasing it back
I pull up bussin' serves
Young nigga pull up, pull up
Bussin' serves (commas)
(Either way I'mma be stacking it)
(On my, mama)
(Making my milli from rapping it or)
Bussin' serves (commas)
(Either way Im'a be stacking it)
(On my, mama)
(Making my milli from rapping it or)
Bussin' serves
On my mama nigga
Pull up, I'm bussin' serves
But you won't find me nickle and diming, man I'm off the curb
Prolly find me somewhere rhyming man this flow's absurd
Or maybe find me on my grinding where the pot is stirred
Either way I'm 'bout my pay I'm tryna stack up my dollars
Ripping the chowder, stomping the powder, dumping it louder, soldier for louder
Necked it to a vato
Jefe, head honcho
El Chapo with the hot flows
Still logged in with the block though
Hit a thang and make the knot grow
Push a nigga push it all bro
Pussy pills to that Pablo
In dark or night nigga I glow
Old nigga with the bag bro
Silly nigga with the mag though
Be careful what he bust his ass for
I'm airing out one of you assholes
Real shit, but the paper quit when the violence hit, nigga beep it bool
Shit bricks and quick licks turned meal ticks, nigga beep it bool
Out here hungry chasing food
All in, refuse to lose
Bussin' serves or bussin' words, ask about me, I'm that dude
I pull up, pull up
Bussin' serves
I pull up, pull up
Bussin' serves
Young nigga chasing it back
I pull up bussin' serves
Young nigga pull up, pull up
Bussin' serves (commas)
(Either way I'mma be stacking it)
(On my, mama)
(Making my milli from rapping it or)
Bussin' serves (commas)
(Either way Im'a be stacking it)
(On my, mama)
(Making my milli from rapping it or)
Bussin' serves
I got my mind on my money, money on my mind
It's just something about them hundreds, when you thumbing through them signs
I quit fucking with them niggas, cause they ain't wan' shine
And that's all I'm tryna do, it's why I grit, it's why I grind
I pull up bussin' serves nigga all at the trailer parks
I talk money fluent, they ain't teach it in language arts
Damn that nigga street smart, reflex razor sharp
Fall in love with me baby, I'm just gon' break your heart
Smash through the sheet, like the fucking Transporter
I got film of your bitch, on my camcorder
Had to show it to my homies, this right here my life mane
Hit a lick with 30, lost 20 at the dice game
Fuck it man it's nothing, I swear to god it's nothing
I tried to down that sucker but I paralyzed his cousin
Oops fuck it, oops fuck it
That come with the pop-off
You my son's son li'l nigga, call me pawpaw
I pull up, pull up
Bussin' serves
I pull up, pull up
Bussin' serves
Young nigga chasing it back
I pull up bussin' serves
Young nigga pull up, pull up
Bussin' serves (commas)
(Either way I'mma be stacking it)
(On my, mama)
(Making my milli from rapping it or)
Bussin' serves (commas)
(Either way Im'a be stacking it)
(On my, mama)
(Making my milli from rapping it or)
Bussin' serves
The lyrics of "Buss Serves" by Tech N9ne Big Scoob Young Devi D's tell a story of a young man who starts off selling drugs (buss serves) to make money, but later transitions to pursuing a career in music. The song talks about the young man's past struggles and his desire to succeed in life, regardless of the means. The lyrics highlight the harsh realities of life in the ghetto and the lengths that some people go to in order to survive. The line "either way slanging or sanging, whatever life Im'a just splurge" illustrates the idea that the singer is willing to do whatever it takes to make a living.
The lyrics also reference the drug lord El Chapo and various criminal activities like dodging police, dumping drugs, and escaping when things get too hot. However, the song does not glorify these actions but rather presents them as a means of survival in a harsh environment. Ultimately, the song suggests that success can be achieved through hard work and determination, whether it be through slinging drugs or pursuing a career in music.
Overall, "Buss Serves" is a gritty and raw depiction of life in the ghetto, where the line between right and wrong is blurred, and people are forced to make tough decisions to survive.
Line by Line Meaning
Started with the blow and went to flows
I began with selling drugs, but then started rapping.
Listen to me tell my gutter story and it goes
Hear me tell my real-life story and how it happened.
When I was nineteen
I was nineteen years old.
I went to go live with my auntie and noticed she had nice things
I moved in with my auntie and saw that she lived comfortably.
The furniture and
Her household items
All of her clothes quite clean
Her garments were immaculate.
To never be working a 9 to 5, she ran a ice cream, team
She owned a successful ice cream business and didn't have to work a regular job.
She put me on
She introduced me to the business.
And my with it Simon?
Are you keeping up, Simon?
Stay remarkably grown
I stayed very mature and responsible.
That's why my pockets be long
My money is long because I was smart with my choices.
Ducked some feds, dumped packs then got custom threads
I evaded the attention of the police, got rid of some drugs, and bought custom clothes.
From serving boofas in KC we say let's buss some heads, nigga
In Kansas City, we call selling drugs 'serving boofas' and we refer to violence against our competition as 'bussing heads.'
In French village, I went till they got the rent building
I sold drugs in a French Village until the police became too much.
Got so heavy I no longer benched skrilla was a cinched deal I had to Vince neil it
The money became so big that it was no longer a challenge and I had to find a new thrill like Vince Neil, the rockstar.
Yelling in microphone and write them songs they like it's on
I shout into the microphone and write songs they love.
I let go they life worth of pipe is blown to flowing ignite my home I used to
I left behind a life of drugs and guns to focus on music.
Buss serves
Selling drugs.
Now I, buss words
I focus on rapping instead of selling drugs.
Either way slanging or sanging whatever life Im'a just splurge
Whether it's selling drugs or rapping, I'm living my life to the fullest.
We had the spot though until it really got hot so
We used to sell drugs in a certain location until the police became too much.
Escape I did like El Chapo
I escaped like the infamous drug lord El Chapo.
But nuevas still get fedded vato
But we still sell drugs in new locations.
I pull up, pull up
I arrive in my vehicle.
Bussin' serves
Selling drugs.
Young nigga chasing it back
I'm a young person trying to make money.
On my, mama
I swear on my mother, this is true.
Making my milli from rapping it or
I'm making millions from my music or...
Bussin' serves
Selling drugs.
I got my mind on my money, money on my mind
I'm focused on making money.
It's just something about them hundreds, when you thumbing through them signs
There's something special about counting hundred dollar bills.
I quit fucking with them niggas, cause they ain't wan' shine
I stopped hanging out with people who didn't want to succeed.
And that's all I'm tryna do, it's why I grit, it's why I grind
All I'm trying to do is succeed, that's why I work hard.
But you won't find me nickle and diming, man I'm off the curb
I don't sell drugs on a small scale, I'm a big-time player.
Prolly find me somewhere rhyming man this flow's absurd
You'll probably find me rapping somewhere, my style is unique.
Or maybe find me on my grinding where the pot is stirred
Or maybe you'll find me working hard and cooking up something special.
I'm 'bout my pay I'm tryna stack up my dollars
I care about making money and I'm trying to save as much as possible.
Necked it to a vato
I gave it to a friend.
Jefe, head honcho
I'm the boss, top dog.
El Chapo with the hot flows
I'm like El Chapo in the rap game, my style is on fire.
Still logged in with the block though
I'm still connected to selling drugs on the streets.
Hit a thang and make the knot grow
I make a lot of money with just one deal.
Push a nigga push it all bro
I'm determined to succeed no matter what.
Pussy pills to that Pablo
I sell drugs of all types.
In dark or night nigga I glow
I shine no matter what the circumstances are.
Old nigga with the bag bro
I'm old and successful.
Silly nigga with the mag though
I'm silly but I still have a gun.
Be careful what he bust his ass for
Be careful what you fight for.
I'm airing out one of you assholes
I'm calling someone out and exposing them.
Real shit, but the paper quit when the violence hit, nigga beep it bool
The money stops when things get violent.
Shit bricks and quick licks turned meal ticks, nigga beep it bool
Selling drugs used to be easy money but now it's harder.
Out here hungry chasing food
I'm out here trying to make a living.
All in, refuse to lose
I'm all in and won't back down.
Ask about me, I'm that dude
If you want to know who I am, I'm the one to ask.
Lyrics © O/B/O APRA AMCOS
Written by: Aaron Yates, Michael Summers, Steward Ashby, Devion Williams, Todd Anthony Shaw
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