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/
Here I Come
Tech N9ne Lyrics
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I be bustin (bustin) parents be fussin and cussin
Cause all I talk about is silicone and muffins (muffins)
So if you didn't come to hear some strips clubs hits
Then get the hell on cause I'm gettin my mail on; I'm hustlin
I'm talkin about foes and I'm talkin bout fans and kitties
I'm talkin about hoes and I'm talkin bout Kansas City
That's where I dwell wit wit, my my bills
And I I, I will pop hot rocks for real
Venomous, when it gets HOT
The Tech straight killin hatas, when it gets ROCK
The sex rates genemater, so don't miss SHOT
Spits quick game inovator
Chick generator quick trip James Lemonator
This is the beginin of blingin and houses and women
Welcomin angels and demons and cowards are sent it
I'm alive and well but demise will bring ghost stories
When I rise in hell them alive will still vote for me
Watch out, cuzz here comes Tecca Nina
Roll out, cuzz here comes Tecca Nina
Drop down, cuzz here comes Tecca Nina
Cuzz here comes Tecca Nina
Cuzz here comes Tecca Nina
Cuzz here comes Tecca Nina
Bonzai, baby every once I
Smokin and drinkin and poppin so hurry come fly
Cuzz I plenty rolled, and I got plenty dough
And we got plenty hoes, we roll on 24's
What it is, what it was, what it shall be
What the bliz, what the L, where the Belvi
Caroboulu is 151 and Malibu Rum and pineapple
So what's this weakness you tryin to sell me
I represent, the Rougue Dawg villain niggas
Betta repent, the foes all feelin triggas
You got me tempt, we rolls all billa scrilla
Roll call villain killas, froze y'all fill in millas
This be the best time
To bust ya best rhyme
You bring ya best rhyme
I'm on yo next line
And when I flex mine
I see respect signs
Call the request line
And just say TECH N9NE!
They call me Tecca Nina, that be my nick name
I often wreck arenas, most of em chicks man
Spoil us wit checks and visa, that's how we spit game
Havin them bless the weiner, I love to get brain
Four chicks in the back of the truck
Backin it up, suckin on tongues laughin it up
Gased in the cut, bustin the buns slappin it up
Quick wrappin it up, we trust wit no funds
Then passin the butt
Absolute when I shoot the shit
Choose the chicks wit flows that you used to get
Take 'em to Adams house, and rat 'em out
Or take 'em down to Wes' get breastes up in ya face
And scat 'em out
Make room, for the crew and beats that thump
I got the sickness horny chicks mighty mind be
Straight doom, for the crew that see like chumps
I bring 'em six-six triple eight forty-six, ninety nine three
Cause all I talk about is silicone and muffins (muffins)
So if you didn't come to hear some strips clubs hits
Then get the hell on cause I'm gettin my mail on; I'm hustlin
I'm talkin about foes and I'm talkin bout fans and kitties
I'm talkin about hoes and I'm talkin bout Kansas City
That's where I dwell wit wit, my my bills
And I I, I will pop hot rocks for real
The Tech straight killin hatas, when it gets ROCK
The sex rates genemater, so don't miss SHOT
Spits quick game inovator
Chick generator quick trip James Lemonator
This is the beginin of blingin and houses and women
Welcomin angels and demons and cowards are sent it
I'm alive and well but demise will bring ghost stories
When I rise in hell them alive will still vote for me
Watch out, cuzz here comes Tecca Nina
Roll out, cuzz here comes Tecca Nina
Drop down, cuzz here comes Tecca Nina
Cuzz here comes Tecca Nina
Cuzz here comes Tecca Nina
Cuzz here comes Tecca Nina
Bonzai, baby every once I
Smokin and drinkin and poppin so hurry come fly
Cuzz I plenty rolled, and I got plenty dough
And we got plenty hoes, we roll on 24's
What it is, what it was, what it shall be
What the bliz, what the L, where the Belvi
Caroboulu is 151 and Malibu Rum and pineapple
So what's this weakness you tryin to sell me
I represent, the Rougue Dawg villain niggas
Betta repent, the foes all feelin triggas
You got me tempt, we rolls all billa scrilla
Roll call villain killas, froze y'all fill in millas
This be the best time
To bust ya best rhyme
You bring ya best rhyme
I'm on yo next line
And when I flex mine
I see respect signs
Call the request line
And just say TECH N9NE!
They call me Tecca Nina, that be my nick name
I often wreck arenas, most of em chicks man
Spoil us wit checks and visa, that's how we spit game
Havin them bless the weiner, I love to get brain
Four chicks in the back of the truck
Backin it up, suckin on tongues laughin it up
Gased in the cut, bustin the buns slappin it up
Quick wrappin it up, we trust wit no funds
Then passin the butt
Absolute when I shoot the shit
Choose the chicks wit flows that you used to get
Take 'em to Adams house, and rat 'em out
Or take 'em down to Wes' get breastes up in ya face
And scat 'em out
Make room, for the crew and beats that thump
I got the sickness horny chicks mighty mind be
Straight doom, for the crew that see like chumps
I bring 'em six-six triple eight forty-six, ninety nine three
The lyrics to Tech N9ne's "Here I Come" depict the party and strip club culture, with explicit references to sexual acts and exotic dancers. The intro questions why people spend their money on strip clubs only to see butt and witness women taking off their clothes. It's possible that Tech N9ne is commenting on society's obsession with sex and how it drives the strip club industry. He describes the allure of strip clubs: the ladies make it "hop and twurk the pole," turning the temperature up in the room. In the verses, Tech N9ne boasts about his sexual prowess and his love for women with ample breasts and big butts. He takes pride in his "rough sex" and enjoys getting down and dirty with his "homeboys" and their "homegirls." The chorus repeats the song's theme of admiring exotic dancers, drinking 151 and Malibu rum, and having a good time.
Overall, the song is an expression of lust and a celebration of the party and strip club culture. It can also be seen as a critique of society's obsession with sex and the ways that it feeds into the strip club industry.
Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Written by: AARON YATES, ERICA HUGUNIN, HERNAN LANG
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Neves
[Verse 1]
Tecca Nina swoop down like... Space Invaders, boy!
Pull out the piece like... on you haters, boy!
Forget about the haters, I don't wanna talk about 'em
On this right now, I wanna talk about
(That butt, them breasts, yes, yes, one test)
Now sanity stops when the fannie g. drops
Fantasy locked on makin' the canopy rock, panties be hot
When we walk in all vanity pops
In every glam if she's stocked, make her make it frantically hop
(We're all at the tittie bar) VIP!
(And all of the kitties are) sittin' with me
(They're all knowin' who we are)
Tech N9ne, baby, how you doin'?
What you drinkin'? Caribou is what I'm thinkin'
Kansas City, baby (Hey, yo-yo-yo-yo)
We got relish, don't be jealous, that's a (Hey no-no-no-no)
Me and my fellas travelin', lookin' for them who does what?
Make it hop in Houston, Texas, ATL, California, whazzup?!
[Hook]
'Biancs with breasts and big butts (Here I come, baby!)
'Nough to make the big bucks (Here I come, baby!)
151 and Malibu rum and
Pineapple juice in my cup (Here I come, baby!)
Fellas in the front, let me hear you grunt
Fellas in the back, watch that booty clap
Ladies in the middle, let me hear you sizzle
Yell "Tech N9ne is hard as hell!"
[Interlude]
(Would you like a lap dance, baby?)
Ooh, I'd love a dance, baby
But I'd much rather you give it to your homegirl for me
Voyeurism... That's my thang!
[Verse 2]
Catch me on the couch with two stouts mouth-to-mouth
Bounce to the techno festival, see lots of lesbo
Let's go ghetto or heavy metal, we slam dancing
Blair witch raves in the woods up in Cameron!
Rollin' (Diggin' the private schoolers)
St. Theresa's bishop Hogan (Those are the kind that do ya)
Get that cerebella explosion
All of my homies kick it, pockets ain't no punk
Trav, Dyno, Grant, Kutt
Seven, John, George, Monk
(All at the tittie bar) Drinkin' and laughin'
My homie B'zle started this at Bazooka's, booties clappin'
Black, Asian, White, Hatian, Mexican and Italian
Doin' tricks with beer bottles, sexy, mixed, mullato
I'm comin' to get ya drinkin' liquor off in Sweden
Germany, London, back to the ATL
Off in Memphis raisin' hell
With a stack of hundreds kick her that
In Miami in the Benz Aristocrat
Where the strippers at?
[Hook]
'Biancs with breasts and big butts (Here I come, baby!)
'Nough to make the big bucks (Here I come, baby!)
151 and Malibu rum and
Pineapple juice in my cup (Here I come, baby!)
Fellas in the front, let me hear you grunt
Fellas in the back, watch that booty clap
Ladies in the middle, let me hear you sizzle
Yell "Tech N9ne is hard as hell!"
[Verse 3]
What y'all doin' after this?
Scat with this back activist, mack miraculous practices
Blasphemous acts
Hit 'em with a stack that'll distract a bitch
All I wanna do is hit the back of this black abyss
In the cat for the hat for risk
If you really wanna master this
Know it's a whole lotta cash to get
Me and my homeboys will get with your homegirls
And get in our own world
We gotta be ready to get up and go
To the bedroom or up in the bathroom
Givin' me and my homeboys a show
Baby get low
To a Tech N9ne tempo, do you know what you're in for?
Rough sex, much sweat
'Nough flesh, what's next?
Make her say:
Oh la la la la
Give it to me Tech N9ne you're the best time
That I ever had, give it to me papa
Hit the na na na
And oh oh oh oh yeah
I love it when you do me like this Tecca Nina
And I like it when you make it do that
In Kansas City we scan the tittes
And brand sadities we're handsome hippies
Who land some quickies we
Comin' to kick it where you from
Pirates come screamin':
Yo, ho, ho, 151 rum
Bitch!
[Hook]
'Biancs with breasts and big butts (Here I come, baby!)
'Nough to make the big bucks (Here I come, baby!)
151 and Malibu rum and
Pineapple juice in my cup (Here I come, baby!)
Fellas in the front, let me hear you grunt
Fellas in the back, watch that booty clap
Ladies in the middle, let me hear you sizzle
Yell "Tech N9ne is hard as hell!"
Rayan
The piano at the first with his flow is insane. I love when he do this with the beats.
Joshua Goodlow
One of his best songs my opinion
Raven Angelo Murawski
Completely argee
Fl!PFLOP
Check out tech n9ne-earthquake, almost same vibe
Fake Name
This song is so hyper xD
Kase 419
15yrs old rocking this shit !! This album is a classic
Park Avenue
Shut up
Nathan Watts
2021 still rockin this shit
YajG5 🫒
Thank you for fucking uploading this‼️‼️‼️ I been looking for the original version of “Anghellic”‼️‼️‼️‼️ You The Goat‼️‼️😎😎😎😎
Neves
[Verse 1]
Tecca Nina swoop down like... Space Invaders, boy!
Pull out the piece like... on you haters, boy!
Forget about the haters, I don't wanna talk about 'em
On this right now, I wanna talk about
(That butt, them breasts, yes, yes, one test)
Now sanity stops when the fannie g. drops
Fantasy locked on makin' the canopy rock, panties be hot
When we walk in all vanity pops
In every glam if she's stocked, make her make it frantically hop
(We're all at the tittie bar) VIP!
(And all of the kitties are) sittin' with me
(They're all knowin' who we are)
Tech N9ne, baby, how you doin'?
What you drinkin'? Caribou is what I'm thinkin'
Kansas City, baby (Hey, yo-yo-yo-yo)
We got relish, don't be jealous, that's a (Hey no-no-no-no)
Me and my fellas travelin', lookin' for them who does what?
Make it hop in Houston, Texas, ATL, California, whazzup?!
[Hook]
'Biancs with breasts and big butts (Here I come, baby!)
'Nough to make the big bucks (Here I come, baby!)
151 and Malibu rum and
Pineapple juice in my cup (Here I come, baby!)
Fellas in the front, let me hear you grunt
Fellas in the back, watch that booty clap
Ladies in the middle, let me hear you sizzle
Yell "Tech N9ne is hard as hell!"
[Interlude]
(Would you like a lap dance, baby?)
Ooh, I'd love a dance, baby
But I'd much rather you give it to your homegirl for me
Voyeurism... That's my thang!
[Verse 2]
Catch me on the couch with two stouts mouth-to-mouth
Bounce to the techno festival, see lots of lesbo
Let's go ghetto or heavy metal, we slam dancing
Blair witch raves in the woods up in Cameron!
Rollin' (Diggin' the private schoolers)
St. Theresa's bishop Hogan (Those are the kind that do ya)
Get that cerebella explosion
All of my homies kick it, pockets ain't no punk
Trav, Dyno, Grant, Kutt
Seven, John, George, Monk
(All at the tittie bar) Drinkin' and laughin'
My homie B'zle started this at Bazooka's, booties clappin'
Black, Asian, White, Hatian, Mexican and Italian
Doin' tricks with beer bottles, sexy, mixed, mullato
I'm comin' to get ya drinkin' liquor off in Sweden
Germany, London, back to the ATL
Off in Memphis raisin' hell
With a stack of hundreds kick her that
In Miami in the Benz Aristocrat
Where the strippers at?
[Hook]
'Biancs with breasts and big butts (Here I come, baby!)
'Nough to make the big bucks (Here I come, baby!)
151 and Malibu rum and
Pineapple juice in my cup (Here I come, baby!)
Fellas in the front, let me hear you grunt
Fellas in the back, watch that booty clap
Ladies in the middle, let me hear you sizzle
Yell "Tech N9ne is hard as hell!"
[Verse 3]
What y'all doin' after this?
Scat with this back activist, mack miraculous practices
Blasphemous acts
Hit 'em with a stack that'll distract a bitch
All I wanna do is hit the back of this black abyss
In the cat for the hat for risk
If you really wanna master this
Know it's a whole lotta cash to get
Me and my homeboys will get with your homegirls
And get in our own world
We gotta be ready to get up and go
To the bedroom or up in the bathroom
Givin' me and my homeboys a show
Baby get low
To a Tech N9ne tempo, do you know what you're in for?
Rough sex, much sweat
'Nough flesh, what's next?
Make her say:
Oh la la la la
Give it to me Tech N9ne you're the best time
That I ever had, give it to me papa
Hit the na na na
And oh oh oh oh yeah
I love it when you do me like this Tecca Nina
And I like it when you make it do that
In Kansas City we scan the tittes
And brand sadities we're handsome hippies
Who land some quickies we
Comin' to kick it where you from
Pirates come screamin':
Yo, ho, ho, 151 rum
Bitch!
[Hook]
'Biancs with breasts and big butts (Here I come, baby!)
'Nough to make the big bucks (Here I come, baby!)
151 and Malibu rum and
Pineapple juice in my cup (Here I come, baby!)
Fellas in the front, let me hear you grunt
Fellas in the back, watch that booty clap
Ladies in the middle, let me hear you sizzle
Yell "Tech N9ne is hard as hell!"