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/
Get Em Up
Tech N9ne Lyrics
[CHORUS:]
Let's get fucked up
Let's get high let's get drunk
Let's get fucked up
We got that weed that ain't no punk
Let's get fucked up
Let's get high let's get drunk
Let's get fucked up
Pumpin highlanders in the trunk
Let's get fucked up
[BAKARII:]
Nigga, This is Kansas City
You got me fucked up
Highland and Shortnitty
Nigga we can knuckle up
I got fifty-six with me
Strickly for my rouges
With me until they lift me
We can meet for shows
I see they lovin us
So let the world know
They hoes is fuckin us
If not, they hoes go
My villians and me yellin
We relish until we perish
Original rock wellers
My niggas and me releasin
Bone and CD's
With money steady increasin
For houlagans like me
Money by all means
Smokers gone pay for daytons
Smokin on collard greens
But mobbin off in a eighty
56th and highland
Livin and never dieing
Young, heartless tyrants
[BAKARII:] Man yah gone fuck or what?
Let's get fucked up!
[T-WILL:] I don't think they are, man
Let's get fucked up!
[BAKARII:] Bitches gotta get out if they ain't gone fuck you know what I'm sayin
Let's get fucked up!
[T-WILL:]
Here comes T-Will
bringing the heat from the streets
I'ma 5-6 vill
You wanna drink come with me
Now I'm rollin with my dawgs
Nigga where yah bout to be?
On our way around the park
Nigga, you go get the weed
Now the parties on!
Got the liqour and the hoes
And it won't be long
Before we gettin em' out they clothes
Nigga show some love
Where the weed, pass the bud?
The hoes wanna fuck
If you can't fuck, pass the rug
Let a real nigga do it!
Cause you know I ain't no punk
Off the fifty-one fluid
Gettin blowed, getting drunk
Spittin shit, smokin blunts
That's all a nigga do
If I get too drunk
Rogue doggin it with my crew
Never givin a FUCK!!
Now my head startin to spin
Don't wanna upchuck
Open a window, I need some wind
Now I'm on the floor
Nigga, leave me alone
You don't need no more
Too drunk to drive home!
[CHORUS]
[BIG SCOOB:]
Got these dogs on a hunt
Let's get fucked up!
Smokin them honey coniac blunts
Let's get fucked up
Tried to quit, but now I'm back
Still gettin fucked up
Pump them heater, spray the pack
Mic check one, two
It's them rouge dog villians
And we come for you
Stick em up, touch the ceiling
Let's all get drunk
I got the thick one in the back
And I wanna get fucked
First night, like a mac
Fuck a hoe, neva trust
We all about the bucks
Coch it back and kick the clutch
So them fakers can't touch
Master blaster cause disaster
I wanna go out in a blaze
Set the glass on the dasher
Paw prints on my gage
So much money to be made
Let's all get paid
Get the cluch of red spaids
Good fellas on a rage
Hungry, hungry eat em up
It's a must that I bust
When I'm on stage, on my nuts
Let's get fucked up!
[SHORT NITTY:]
Nigga I will dump
I got my thang off in the trunk
I ain't lookin for no funk
Tryna find some hoes to fuck
Man, I want my johnson sucked
Bakarii's puffin on the blunt
While I'm steady gettin drunk
As we swerve off in the burbs
Rimmy got my hoppin curves
Now I'm smashin to the land
Fifty-six is where I'm in
Now my heaters close at hand
Heard these haters makin plans
Tryna get me for my grands
It's the world of Short-Nitty
Now I got my villians with me
On the corner, countin my scrill
On a mission, around the balls
Got to pick up one more dog
He's over from Ike's up from Paul's
Man, I'm speakin of Don and Questions
Y'all done heard him on them records
And he gets them bitches naked
Man, let me hit it for a second
[CHORUS]
[TECH N9NE:]
Nina, give me 1-5-1
With that pine up over straight
Plus that Malibu Rum
Got these hoes and I can't wait
Yum's make me cum
And the know what I want to do
Get yah straight stuck
Get em' all of CariBuLoom
So I can fuck
When I'm rollin with my dogs
Hit the burb on swole
Bitches know that we hogs
So they dress like hoes
They can come without them draws
They don't get ner' dime
And if you ain't with it, fuck yah
Yah don't know tech n9ne
I 'ma highlander, til I die
On Midwest Side
Never gettin drunk, I'm gettin high
Bumpin cloudy eyed
Givin mean mugs to my foes
We can all square off
Nigga we'll fight all of yah hoes
We don't neva wanna talk
Now the parties hella packed
Hoes straight star struck
Givin blow jobs in the back
Bustin fat ass nuts
Tell ya partners, tell ya friends
Even though we thru up
Fuck it, tommorow we'll do it again!
Let's get fucked up!
5-6 vill, 5-6 vill, 5-6 vill
"Yah drunk yet, Yah high yet?
5-6 vill
[CHORUS]
Let's get fucked up
Let's get high let's get drunk
Let's get fucked up
We got that weed that ain't no punk
Let's get fucked up
Let's get high let's get drunk
Let's get fucked up
Pumpin highlanders in the trunk
Let's get fucked up
[BAKARII:]
Nigga, This is Kansas City
You got me fucked up
Highland and Shortnitty
Nigga we can knuckle up
I got fifty-six with me
Strickly for my rouges
With me until they lift me
We can meet for shows
I see they lovin us
So let the world know
They hoes is fuckin us
If not, they hoes go
My villians and me yellin
We relish until we perish
Original rock wellers
My niggas and me releasin
Bone and CD's
With money steady increasin
For houlagans like me
Money by all means
Smokers gone pay for daytons
Smokin on collard greens
But mobbin off in a eighty
56th and highland
Livin and never dieing
Young, heartless tyrants
[BAKARII:] Man yah gone fuck or what?
Let's get fucked up!
[T-WILL:] I don't think they are, man
Let's get fucked up!
[BAKARII:] Bitches gotta get out if they ain't gone fuck you know what I'm sayin
Let's get fucked up!
[T-WILL:]
Here comes T-Will
bringing the heat from the streets
I'ma 5-6 vill
You wanna drink come with me
Now I'm rollin with my dawgs
Nigga where yah bout to be?
On our way around the park
Nigga, you go get the weed
Now the parties on!
Got the liqour and the hoes
And it won't be long
Before we gettin em' out they clothes
Nigga show some love
Where the weed, pass the bud?
The hoes wanna fuck
If you can't fuck, pass the rug
Let a real nigga do it!
Cause you know I ain't no punk
Off the fifty-one fluid
Gettin blowed, getting drunk
Spittin shit, smokin blunts
That's all a nigga do
If I get too drunk
Rogue doggin it with my crew
Never givin a FUCK!!
Now my head startin to spin
Don't wanna upchuck
Open a window, I need some wind
Now I'm on the floor
Nigga, leave me alone
You don't need no more
Too drunk to drive home!
[CHORUS]
[BIG SCOOB:]
Got these dogs on a hunt
Let's get fucked up!
Smokin them honey coniac blunts
Let's get fucked up
Tried to quit, but now I'm back
Still gettin fucked up
Pump them heater, spray the pack
Mic check one, two
It's them rouge dog villians
And we come for you
Stick em up, touch the ceiling
Let's all get drunk
I got the thick one in the back
And I wanna get fucked
First night, like a mac
Fuck a hoe, neva trust
We all about the bucks
Coch it back and kick the clutch
So them fakers can't touch
Master blaster cause disaster
I wanna go out in a blaze
Set the glass on the dasher
Paw prints on my gage
So much money to be made
Let's all get paid
Get the cluch of red spaids
Good fellas on a rage
Hungry, hungry eat em up
It's a must that I bust
When I'm on stage, on my nuts
Let's get fucked up!
[SHORT NITTY:]
Nigga I will dump
I got my thang off in the trunk
I ain't lookin for no funk
Tryna find some hoes to fuck
Man, I want my johnson sucked
Bakarii's puffin on the blunt
While I'm steady gettin drunk
As we swerve off in the burbs
Rimmy got my hoppin curves
Now I'm smashin to the land
Fifty-six is where I'm in
Now my heaters close at hand
Heard these haters makin plans
Tryna get me for my grands
It's the world of Short-Nitty
Now I got my villians with me
On the corner, countin my scrill
On a mission, around the balls
Got to pick up one more dog
He's over from Ike's up from Paul's
Man, I'm speakin of Don and Questions
Y'all done heard him on them records
And he gets them bitches naked
Man, let me hit it for a second
[CHORUS]
[TECH N9NE:]
Nina, give me 1-5-1
With that pine up over straight
Plus that Malibu Rum
Got these hoes and I can't wait
Yum's make me cum
And the know what I want to do
Get yah straight stuck
Get em' all of CariBuLoom
So I can fuck
When I'm rollin with my dogs
Hit the burb on swole
Bitches know that we hogs
So they dress like hoes
They can come without them draws
They don't get ner' dime
And if you ain't with it, fuck yah
Yah don't know tech n9ne
I 'ma highlander, til I die
On Midwest Side
Never gettin drunk, I'm gettin high
Bumpin cloudy eyed
Givin mean mugs to my foes
We can all square off
Nigga we'll fight all of yah hoes
We don't neva wanna talk
Now the parties hella packed
Hoes straight star struck
Givin blow jobs in the back
Bustin fat ass nuts
Tell ya partners, tell ya friends
Even though we thru up
Fuck it, tommorow we'll do it again!
Let's get fucked up!
5-6 vill, 5-6 vill, 5-6 vill
"Yah drunk yet, Yah high yet?
5-6 vill
[CHORUS]
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