Midwest Choppers 2
Tech N9ne Lyrics


We scoured the globe on a quest to find the most elite
Most intricate tongues of all time
California, New York, Denmark, Australia
Then a cold wind from the Midwest brought the hardest
Fastest, most accurate tongues ever heard in our lifetime
These are the Midwest Choppers

I got a message for any one of you muthafuckin niggaz
That wanna talk 'bout the Mid-Midwest
We dangerous, Aim to bust any little nigga with a big-big chest
Anybody that wanna be comin thinkin they hotter
I'm a type of nigga that'll really kill ya for dollas
Fuck everybody that want a piece of a killa
For real, Me and my niggaz will leave you floatin in a river
So fuck all you haters, You heard what I said
My flow a little bit over your head
Act like a pencil, I'll fill you with led
If you afraid, Then tell me you scared
Cause imma little bit out of my muthafuckin mind
The hardest rapper that Tecca N9na could fuckin find
Who that? Who that? That's me
Who that? Who that? K-Dean
When I was comin up in the game everybody was tellin me
'I really be killin a lot of you niggaz, I'm mean'
Fuckin with my niggaz D-Loc and Dalima
They told me, 'I be really gotta be a muderer killin machine'
I didn't care about nothing but rappin my way to the top
Fuckin with my nigga Tech, He told me I'm hot
Anybody got a problem with any one of my niggaz
I'll pulled out the nine milli up to a pop
Bring the heat, Bring the noise, Bring the flames
Anything that you bring, Imma tame
Puttin dirt on the top of my name
Pull back and I click-click, bang
Ask Tech, He'll tell you I'm strange
If you ever wanna talk about me
Imma run up, Gun up and leave you with no brain
Then you'll know my flow is insane

[Chorus]
I be on the West Coast, I be on the East Coast
I be North, South, but I reside on my side, Midwest Chopper
Even though I'm all up in the Northwest
All across the U.S.
Overseas, Midwest Choppers

Ay-Oh-Ay-Oh-Ay-Oh-Ay-Oh (You can't touch us)
Ay-Oh-Ay-Oh-Ay-Oh-Ay-Oh (Yeah, Midwest Choppers)
Ay-Oh-Ay-Oh-Ay-Oh-Ay-Oh (You can't touch us)
Ay-Oh-Ay-Oh-Ay-Oh-Ay-Oh (Nigga, Midwest Choppers)

Come, come get some of this
Midwest murda music, murda music, murda music
Come, come get some of this
Midwest murda music, murda music, murda music
Let me hit 'em
When I get 'em, Imma split 'em, Imma kill 'em
I'm the nigga with the lyrical venom finna get up in them
When they give me the instrumental
I finish 'em, diminish 'em
I guarantee the murda music is a minimum
But lately I been givin 'em hell
They don't really wanna see me, I'm so damn swell
Call me a monster, Verse Designer, First To bomb ya
Leathaface pullin up in that hearse beside ya
Murda, mo murda, mo murda, mo murdered 'em all, kill 'em all
Krayzie kill 'em all, they fall
It's a lyrical execution
We snap faster, We the rap masters
Squeeze the gat, Blast it, If that's how it gots to be
So they better get it ready
Cause I'm heated like an AK-47 spittin bullet deliverence out of me
Well that's somethin, That's crazy, Jackson
He's amazin action, Stay in action
Rap singin at ya, I'm blazin at ya
I'm kinda like an automatic aimin at ya
And I don't want a little bit of flame to ashes
You know you really truly insane to madness
You're never gonna find other niggaz more scandalous
Than this Midwest blastin famly

[Chorus]

Ay-Oh-Ay-Oh-Ay-Oh-Ay-Oh (You can't touch us)
Ay-Oh-Ay-Oh-Ay-Oh-Ay-Oh (Yeah, Midwest Choppers)
Ay-Oh-Ay-Oh-Ay-Oh-Ay-Oh (You can't touch us)
Ay-Oh-Ay-Oh-Ay-Oh-Ay-Oh (Nigga, Midwest Choppers)

I am the definition of murda
The N9ne is now coming to serve ya
You're running but you can't go no furtha
Cause I'm running through you with no sign of inertia

Gimme the mic and I bet that you duck
It's what you betta do when I'm bussin
I be flippin, I'm incredible, Never get on my level
I'm a killa with the pedal to the medal
You're edible and ya death is so inevitable
I can take it to ya momma, Ya daddy, The back of a caddy
You cut up in the sack with a baggy and I wanna
Take it out and make it patty
You gotta be patty
'Cause that'll be bad if you decide to mad, Is you gonna?
You can listen to me and see I'm the nigga with the ammunition
I'm givin the livin a vision of death
Makin 'em sick and depressed
'Cause I be givin everything
I'm a rebel and I'm still with the quick and the best
Makin 'em walk in the business
I get up in it to rip and diminish ya
Trip and I finish ya
Dig it, You really get me livid, I'm bout give it a pivot
Imma stick it so we can differ to sinister
I be the chopper that got ya little boppers goin off us
Better not let me up on the premises
'Cause I'm a doctor that's out for the shotaz when I brought ya
Be cautious never talk of this nemesis
We on top of the hill when it come to the skill
Other rappers are damn jokers
They be givin the people comedy
But the Tecca N9na misery shit is Bram Stoker

[Chorus]

Ay-Oh-Ay-Oh-Ay-Oh-Ay-Oh (You can't touch us)
Ay-Oh-Ay-Oh-Ay-Oh-Ay-Oh (Yeah, Midwest Choppers)
Ay-Oh-Ay-Oh-Ay-Oh-Ay-Oh (You can't touch us)
Ay-Oh-Ay-Oh-Ay-Oh-Ay-Oh (Nigga, Midwest Choppers)

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Isaac Smith

[Intro: Tech N9ne]
Welcome to misery, punk!
We deep rooted in this, y'all hear what I'm sayin'?
KCMO! KCK!
Yerm sayin'? It's how we do it
Tech N9ne in this piece
Strange Music represent! What!?

[Verse 1: Tech N9ne]
Welcome to Missouri where the killers pop it off
And when I say pop it off I mean
Deadly with the tongue or the gun
We can do it if anybody want it, whether rapping
Or get to clapping up another, tell everyone
Misery Loves Kompany so we dump at the
Enemy when it be energy sendin’ me the route
Of negativity, trippin' with me, you runnin' for your life
'Cause you ran your mouth (Mouth)

[Hook: Tech N9ne]
We can sang or we can bang
It ain’t no game we untamed
Whether it’s fame or we can aim
Release your brains it ain’t no thang
(Midwest Choppers)
Yer'm sayin', we livin' in pain
And it’s a shame that you
Came and got drained and listen
Man, stay in your lane
(Midwest Choppers)
Sang or we can bang
It ain’t no game we untamed
Whether it’s fame or we can aim
Release your brains it ain’t no thang
(Midwest Choppers)
Yer'm sayin', we livin' in pain
And it’s a shame that you
Came and got drained and listen
Man, stay in your lane
(Midwest Choppers)

[Verse 2: Tech N9ne]
Finna witness the murderous monologue of a menace
Comin' from out of a sinister formidable place
I can let you know the ins and the outs
And I can spit it wicked, twisted
And you can see by the look of my face
Gimme the mic and I’ma mangle it, tangle it
Definitely the people see that I got the hang of it
Pity you gotta try to make a mockery of a city who
Block 'em and block 'em, buck at you baby we dangerous
Came to get strange with it, bang with it
Stop and get a little untame with it
Get this chopper like I'm fully a bully with a hoodie
Should he get up and take 'em out or spit 'caine with it?
Well the answer is right before your eyes - who do you despise?
Killers who chop you we got to stop you
Pop you partner, you gushin'
Get up outta the way when Tecca Nina be bustin'
Gotta give it up, I’m a veteran like Edison
I’ma light 'em up and get in your head again
I’m better than ever, never let up feather in, death he be fetishin'
Sever it, hit the mic and then we pedalin' medicine
I’m a chopper, chopper, chopper!
Automatic kickin' the ammunition
Killin' the competition, no it ain’t nobody
Hotter, hotter, hotter!
Damagin' everything and everybody
You know we on a mission, listen to me
How can I make you understand I'm a general
Even if you poppin' the competition is minimal
Kan-city killers and you can bet that we criminal
The demon inside of me keep on tellin' me when to go
So I’ma keep reppin' the midwest choppers freakin' flows
And I’m 'bout to be up on top of this and truly be bustin'
Beggin' for mercy, you punk I ain’t givin' you nothing (nothing)

[Hook: Tech N9ne]
We can sang or we can bang
It ain’t no game we untamed
Whether it’s fame or we can aim
Release your brains it ain’t no thang
(Midwest Choppers)
Yer'm sayin', we livin' in pain
And it’s a shame that you
Came and got drained and listen
Man, stay in your lane
(Midwest Choppers)
Sang or we can bang
It ain’t no game we untamed
Whether it’s fame or we can aim
Release your brains it ain’t no thang
(Midwest Choppers)
Yer'm sayin', we livin' in pain
And it’s a shame that you
Came and got drained and listen
Man, stay in your lane
(Midwest Choppers)

[Verse 3: D-Loc]
Lyrically we be the best in the Midwest and we caked up
I ain’t talkin' about women, I’m talkin' about paper
D-Loc and Dalima enter the center
And get coded and when in the competition we for sure to kill 'em
I spit like a fully and ready made, through any type of weather
With the Beretta tucked right under my sweater
And we hotter than lava
The way that my gillas be keepin' it poppin'
Partner you tight, but my gillas are better
We keep it choppin' like a blender, eatin' boys up for dinner
Guillotines, we chop your heads off, and throw 'em out the window
We too critical, we ill and you walking away looking so pitiful
The AGT we be the number one contenders
(When it come to the street we still post on the block)
40 Cal. on my lap and my middle finger up to the cops
On the way to the studio to go and make another hot track
They be lovin' the way that we spit it when we drop
They call me D-Loc, so the functioning definition of a soldier
My opposition is more culture than Rocha
I spit like a Tommy and anybody in my way I’ma fold 'em
And me and my gilla gorillas want it 'cause we the coldest boys
Be tryin' to battle 'cause they want our position
But they can never get in it because we better and bigger
And like I told you we the number one competitors dealin'
Workin' their way up to the top and they won't stop til they get the millions
In the hone of the century D-Loc and Dalima
Chemistry, you can never cross with them
Igganas idah the ebe ossinbay the yricala
Iggertra eavela otherma uckerfay’s lost
You can try to read us, you can try to beat us
Try to get your speed up, but it ain’t gon' matter
'Cause after we get finished bustin' there ain’t gon' be no laughter
We takin' over the map with Tecca Nina the master (master)

[Hook: Tech N9ne]
We can sang or we can bang
It ain’t no game we untamed
Whether it’s fame or we can aim
Release your brains it ain’t no thang
(Midwest Choppers)
Yer'm sayin', we livin' in pain
And it’s a shame that you
Came and got drained and listen
Man, stay in your lane
(Midwest Choppers)
Sang or we can bang
It ain’t no game we untamed
Whether it’s fame or we can aim
Release your brains it ain’t no thang
(Midwest Choppers)
Yer'm sayin', we livin' in pain
And it’s a shame that you
Came and got drained and listen
Man, stay in your lane
(Midwest Choppers)

[Verse 4: Dalima]
When I’m off in a zone, I get to representing the city of the K
Hollow your brain ‘cause I’m a disaster
Dalima get ridiculous if I’m comin’ at you
Leave ‘em in a predicament 'cause I’m a style master
And I’m not impressionable, now just so you know
I make 'em sweat, cause I’m the best with the flow
Whenever you wanna flex we can go, keep stressin’ your cold
And I bet I leave your neck on the floor
Midwest finna blow like (C4 with a low strike)
‘Cause the energy is the bomb
I can tell that you’re fascinated by the way that we rhyme
And we glow like when the four strike with the fire
(It ain’t nothin’ you can say though)
‘Cause I’m sipin’ on Henny and bustin' like a semi on enemies now
Irritated with the haters that be coming around
So I’m kickin' like a relevant but an arrogant style
Meaning that I’m really sure so
I’m too sick for a cure, so
Ain’t a need for a doctor
My verbal word play, be making your nerves shake cause I caught you
Pants down when I popped you
Now let’s take a trip through the valley of real gill
Strange individuals with a militant ill skill
Pop a collar and holler at the broads with real skrill
Get down for the cause, cause we flossin' big wheels, (what up with it?)
Don’t be acting like you get tough with it
When the choppers come out the truck spitting
All of the Strange gill killas gon' be devoted to leavin' your body smokin' when really you can’t get up with us
(And that’s game that’s proper)
‘Cause whenever I’m bustin’ it’s like a full heart stopper
Dalima, Tecca Nina, Kaliko, and D-Loc
Rippin' ‘em up with the flow 'cause we’re Midwest Choppers! (choppers!)

[Hook: Tech N9ne]
We can sang or we can bang
It ain’t no game we untamed
Whether it’s fame or we can aim
Release your brains it ain’t no thang
(Midwest Choppers)
Yer'm sayin', we livin' in pain
And it’s a shame that you
Came and got drained and listen
Man, stay in your lane
(Midwest Choppers)
Sang or we can bang
It ain’t no game we untamed
Whether it’s fame or we can aim
Release your brains it ain’t no thang
(Midwest Choppers)
Yer'm sayin', we livin' in pain
And it’s a shame that you
Came and got drained and listen
Man, stay in your lane
(Midwest Choppers)

[Verse 5: Krizz Kaliko]
Hey Tech, watch this!
Kali Baby, you better act right, get right
'Cause I’m the baddest nigga hookin' up with the fastest badass
That'll hit you with the lyrical, lyrical miracle whip, incredible
Bitin' like the head off a cerebral
Diggy-diggy down, once your figgy frown at the c-c-clown
Them hounds is bound for your town, diggy-diggy-diggy
And if you lookin' for the sound
You can be found by the nigga wearin' the crown
Are you really with me?
And when you hear it nigga then zip it
The exhibit make you wanna reposition your pivot
When we write it and spit it, we makin' somebody get it
And if they won’t hear it and deal it, but forget it to get it (Stop!)
Or I can keep babblin' on
Or rattlin' off at the mouth while we travelin'
And I’ll be thinkin' it all be speakin' about the things that I be doin'
A couple scooping up out my mouth this album ‘bout to ruin
You and you and you
And I can stop with the drop of the Caribou
And if it’s on and poppin' it’s due with you and you
And I won’t hesitate to chop you when chewin' you
Uh huh, while they doin' you
And if you lookin' for the better in the veterans who can bust
You got the Kali gun for fun
And if you throw, we bustin' back at you when you attack
I’m on the track I hope they puttin' down the gun
(Dalima’s a chopper) Chopper!
(D-Loc a chopper, that Tecca Nina’s a chopper)
The Kaliko will knock your block off
You never see it coming, hit you when we were gunning
You running we walk off (We walk off)
'Cause it's more than bread that we're wanting (We flaunting)
And we comin' headhunting
No we won’t stop ‘til we get to the top
You in the way, then we midwest chop ya (Chop ya)

[Outro: Tech N9ne]
Strange Music, bitch
Seven years of excellence
T-O-G, and N-9-N-E, real numbers, bitch
Now from us to you
Tech N9ne collabos
Welcome to Misery Loves Company
And for all the haters:
Fuckin' peasants. Soo Woo, motherfucker
Figure it out



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Carti from the H

WWC 3. Bring in everyone. D-Loc, Dalima, Krizz Khaliko, K-Dean, Krayzie Bone, Ceza, JL B. Hood, U$o, Yelawolf, Twista, Busta Rhymes, Twisted Insane, and Eminem

Dante Rickles

Gotta add K.A.A.N and GAWNE

Red Rum

and if u havent heard, listen to tonedeff´s Crispy, he spit 14 syllabes a sec, in a real SONG. that´s dope 2

Red Rum

might even be able to break that record, but as of today, he hasn´t(i hope, 2 lazy 2 google atm lmao). ill stand corrected, if im wrong ofc.

Red Rum

@ArchDemeanor everybody´ has their own "fastest" rapper alive in mind, but yeah, that´s true,
Rebel XD holds the world record for most syllables spit in somesome-seconds. And for Mac lethal to actually be THE Fastest rapper Alive, he´ll need to break that record. but yeah, mac is fast, no doubt!

Benjamin Bourgade

That would be insane!

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Arkh!tect

Tech needs another Krayzie Bone feature. would love to hear another.

Cody Nepia

YES!!

Lyndon Knockwood

Been saying this for years . Tech doesn’t want to do it, since Warner bros fucked up speed of sound for bones uni5 album

Patricia Campbell

I opened for them on Wicked Wonka Tour---Techn9ne
Bone Thugs, Kottonmough Kingz, and Insane Clown Posse.
Great fuckin' show!

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