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/
Intruders
Tech N9ne Lyrics
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Yelling "someone", and when it's done
I'ma treat it like my daughters and son, we having fun
'till intruders came knocking to come kill everyone
The beat and the kick ringing my bell uncontrollably
Four in the morning yelling my name so they know it's me
Scramble and try to find my nigga's gun, I'm supposed to be
Prepared for the crazy, my lady screaming don't go to see
Invite 'em all in my crib and then take everybody's life
Chop 'em all into pieces, pray to god they heat-less
He in d shit, play with their bodies in the name of jesus
One, two, three, god damn it's just the cops
All the motherfuckers must've scramm' when we hit the block
I was gonna kill am I wrong to feel
For my loved safety I'll leave you permanently still
Trav said he caught them on camera they came to his place
Two teen girls and the guy yelling "where is yates"
Damn some fans would've lost some lives on this day
Mistaken, I would've been erasing all of the kid's face
Am I my paranoid or scared
Or is this my nightmare
Were they ever really there?
Tell me if I'm tripping
Am I supposed to sit and wait
While they storm through the gate
Psycho just like norman bates
Tell me if I'm tripping
Seven o'clock, I was upstairs
I was on the keyboard making that tear
Knock on the front door, c.o. got it
Niggas came in, I said "yo, get in the closet"
Hit 'em with venom and run up in 'em while they rummagin'
Too many niggas was coming in, I wanna get me one
Hopin' niggas try me cause I'm finna feel like "fry me"
Eyes all chinese, high off reefer
I'ma get deeper, turn to the grim reaper
He's a heat seeker when I creep with the heater
Leave a deep gash, bring the heat fast
Hit 'em with the venom, when I get 'em I'ma keep 'em
Giving them an enema, even if it's ten of 'em
Then I'ma, eat 'em like dinner in the cinema
Then I'ma, shit 'em out, get 'em out
In about twenty-four seconds I'ma fuck 'em in the ass
Tuck 'em in the grass, cut 'em up fast
Buttercup, shut 'em up, I'ma cut mass
I'ma cut lass, nigga he got it, he gotta fuck 'em up, yeah
Tell me if I'm tripping
Am I my paranoid or scared
Or is this my nightmare
Were they ever really there?
Tell me if I'm tripping
Am I supposed to sit and wait
While they storm through the gate
Psycho just like norman bates
Tell me if I'm tripping
I can still remember, it was January twenty-third, 1994
And a group of us was chilling at the table
We was drinking with our fingers on the ouija board
Tryna summon spirits asking "ouija, can you hear us?"
Never thinking what was in store
Then the dogs started barking, in the darkness
All of a sudden it was knocking at the front door
Then we started approaching, cautious as hell as we pulled the door open
Nervous adrenaline, seeming slow motion
No one was there, we went back to the board hoping
That we finally made contact, with the deity
Apparition on the other side
Then it started moving out and soon it was
Spelling out the warning in the morning one of us would die
We decided to stop it, said our goodbyes, and left the apartment
On the way home sarah hit a patch of ice
Lost control of her car, hit the ditch and lost her life
Am I my paranoid or scared
Were they ever really there?
Tell me if I'm tripping
Am I supposed to sit and wait
While they storm through the gate
Psycho just like norman bates
Tell me if I'm tripping
Fuck that shit, nigga, hmm, let's party
The song “Intruders” by Tech N9ne is about someone who is faced with the threat of intruders in their home. The singer of the song is caught off guard when intruders come knocking on his door with the intention of killing everyone, causing him to scramble to find a weapon. The singer expresses that if he had any hesitation to kill, he would put his loved ones in danger. The lyrics are raw and intense as they convey the fear and vulnerability in this situation.
Throughout the song, Tech N9ne raps about the paranoia and fear that comes with intruders in one's home. The lyrics are very descriptive and vivid, allowing the listener to put themselves in the shoes of the singer. In the second verse, the lyrics tell the story of an Ouija board session gone wrong which leads to one of the people present losing their life later that night. This adds an additional layer of terror and paranoia, as the singer is now not only dealing with physical intruders but also the possibility of supernatural entities.
The overall message of the song "Intruders" is of survival instincts and how far one is willing to go to protect those they love. The singer is ready to take extreme measures to defend his home and family, showing how important their safety is to him.
Line by Line Meaning
I wanted to find my gun, my lady runs to the bathroom
The singer is searching for their firearm while their partner requests refuge in the bathroom.
Yelling "someone", and when it's done
I'ma treat it like my daughters and son, we having fun
till intruders came knocking to come kill everyone
The singer plans to protect their loved ones; until unwanted guests arrive with hostile intentions.
The beat and the kick ringing my bell uncontrollably
Four in the morning yelling my name so they know it's me
Scramble and try to find my nigga's gun, I'm supposed to be
Prepared for the crazy, my lady screaming don't go to see
The singer frantically searches for a weapon as their doorbell rings wildly. Their partner pleads with them not to confront the unruly intruders.
Fuck it, I'm going down to the kitchen to get the knife
Invite 'em all in my crib and then take everybody's life
Chop 'em all into pieces, pray to god they heat-less
He in d shit, play with their bodies in the name of jesus
The artist decides to arm themselves with a kitchen knife and invites the intruders inside. Once inside, they proceed to brutally murder the trespassers, invoking religious justification for their actions.
One, two, three, god damn it's just the cops
All the motherfuckers must've scramm' when we hit the block
I was gonna kill am I wrong to feel
For my loved safety I'll leave you permanently still
The artist realizes the people they brutally murdered were actually law enforcement officers. Despite their initial intention to kill, they have a newfound appreciation for their loved ones' safety and will forego violence in the future.
Trav said he caught them on camera they came to his place
Two teen girls and the guy yelling "where is yates"
Damn some fans would've lost some lives on this day
Mistaken, I would've been erasing all of the kid's face
The singer learns that the intruders were teenagers looking for someone named Yates. They acknowledge that innocent people might have died due to their actions, and express remorse for their willingness to murder.
Am I my paranoid or scared
Or is this my nightmare
Were they ever really there?
Tell me if I'm tripping
Am I supposed to sit and wait
While they storm through the gate
Psycho just like norman bates
Tell me if I'm tripping
The singer questions whether the intruders were real or just a figment of their imagination. They lament the possibility of having to wait passively while facing danger and question their own sanity, likening themselves to a fictional character known for their mental instability.
Seven o'clock, I was upstairs
I was on the keyboard making that tear
Knock on the front door, c.o. got it
Niggas came in, I said "yo, get in the closet"
The artist was upstairs creating music when someone knocked on their front door. A friend answered and, after several unknown individuals entered the house, the artist instructed everyone to hide in a closet.
Hit 'em with venom and run up in 'em while they rummagin'
Too many niggas was coming in, I wanna get me one
Hopin' niggas try me cause I'm finna feel like "fry me"
Eyes all chinese, high off reefer
I'ma get deeper, turn to the grim reaper
The artist attacks the intruders with force and enthusiasm, hoping to take out as many as possible. They are under the influence of marijuana and become increasingly aggressive in their actions.
We decided to stop it, said our goodbyes, and left the apartment
On the way home sarah hit a patch of ice
Lost control of her car, hit the ditch and lost her life
The artist and their friends attempted to communicate with spirits through a Ouija board but discontinued when they received a warning of impending death. Later, one of the group members, Sarah, dies in a car accident.
Fuck that shit, nigga, hmm, let's party
The singer decides to forget their earlier fears and instead focus on enjoying themselves.
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