His tenth studio album, K.O.D., was released October 27, 2009. He has spent his illustrious career making sure heβs 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 MCβs flow is sharper and slicker than itβs ever been.
βThis is another roller coaster ride,β explains TECH N9NE about the release. βWhen it came time for Sickology 101, I knew I wanted to do a collabo album based on the study of being sick. Itβs a beginnerβs course for people who donβt 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.β 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. Itβs a twisted vision forged on undeniable grooves and quixotic wordplay.
The single, βNothin,ββ is an inspiring, honest anthem that features Messy Marv and Big Scoob. Meanwhile, on βMidwest Choppers 2,β TECH N9NE and Krayzie Bone cruise to the depths of darkness. βKrayzie Bone came through and murdered it,β says TECH N9NE. βI modeled the song after movies. When you do a sequel, there has to be a bigger body count and more people have to die. βMidwest Choppers 2β is Autobahn-style. It makes you want to speed.β
TECH N9NEβs inimitable flow and rhyming take center stage on solo tracks, including the haunting, hypnotic βRed Nose.β He doesnβt pull any punches on the vitriolic, YoungFyre-produced βBlown Away,β either. Itβs 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 βIβm A Playa,β βCaribou Louβ (which boasts 7.2 million MySpace plays), βRiotmaker,β βLike Yeahβ and βEverybody Move,β itβs 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 β just TECH N9NEβs own record company, Strange Music. TECH N9NEβs 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 MTVβs βJackassβ crew.
It hasnβt been an easy road, but TECH N9NE soldiers on and heβll never stop. βThey call me devil worshipper because Iβm different. I give you music for my core. Theyβre 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 Iβm trying to reach others, too. Itβs not over. My music is supposed to be for everybody, but some people just donβt get it. This album is the result; swallow it. Itβs middle finger music, all-day and all-night.β
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 doesnβt 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 N9NEβs next masterpiece, K.O.D. βI want people to know that Iβm getting better and better and Iβm a machine. I do these collabo albums to give the fans more. This is a bridge record to K.O.D. Itβs the farewell to the TECH N9NE youβve known lately. Itβs getting darker. A lot of people might not be able to go to the place Iβm going, but this place is my specialty.β
βI donβt need people to kiss my hand,β assures TECH N9NE. βIβm not trippinβ on status, and Iβm not a narcissist when it comes to rap. Itβs my heart and soul pouring onto the paper. I write my life and I canβt hold back. This is what I know.β
Origin: Kansas City, Missouri
Year Formed: 1991
Official Site: http://www.therealtechn9ne.com/
My World feat. Dalima
Tech N9ne Lyrics
Jump to: Overall Meaning ↴ Line by Line Meaning ↴
Within this, three planets collide
Brotha Lynch, Dalima, Tech N9ne
Bring you along for the ride
Wait a minute, Iβm from the West Coast Conference
Like Kobe or James Worthy
You could just call me the King of the Valley
Nigga nuts and guts get served up
When I get it, Iβll spit enough, aim sturdy
Cut it up, gut it up, with colds cuts
And in a oven Iβll heat it up, came dirty
I be offβa that Crip tonight
Turn βem into liquid ice, paint his jersey
Leave βem in the back of the alcove
Like Helter Skeltβ, stick it to βem like velcro
Nigga, Iβm a bitch killer
Iβm a dig a ditch, quick to rip ya
Paint a murder picture wit'cha
Iβm a jack knife, strip ya that night
Split your legs open and dick you
But them quick into rippinβ your guts
Deep heat, deplete you with the meat cleaver
That I didnβt see you either
Phone call or receiver, court order delete you
Tech ordered the meat, Iβm bringinβ the seasonage
And a suicide note, do-or-die Loc
Keys in the backseat, cut necks
Some sexist βbout to kidnap Brotha Lynch
Iβm neckless, expect this
[Chorus: x2]
(Welcome to my world)
Where hearts are broken, and bars
Are open, potions pullinβ me closer
(Welcome to my world)
Darkβs my ocean, my Ark is floatinβ
But not livinβ like Iβm supposed to
(Lyrical asylum)
βCause I be Dalima, motherfuckers hatinβ me for the longest
Could it be critical βcause Iβm lyrically flawless?
And if Iβm heated I cannot be mentally cautious?
(Diggin' the pain) I get deep peepinβ the flame
Only can I be held accountable for makinβ the change
To whatever regards are gonna be (Insane)
In the middle of a stage, Iβm bustinβ like a 12-Gauge
You can never bring it to a nigga thatβll hang you up
Slip a couple millions up in your drink for you
Homicidal with the fully-loaded rifle
An undecided of whether or not I can peel brains or guts
(I get spaced out sometimes)
And itβs like Iβm a heathen, whether or not you believe it
Everytime I rap a motherfucker stop breathinβ
Have you ever been in a dilemma for a reason? (Nah)
Well, let me introduce you to the crucial upliftinβ future (Indeed)
Recruit you and seduce you to the mutual group of (My friends' souls)
Nigga you better get ready βcause
We done put together the fettiest chemical frame
Energetic when I let it, embed it in your brain
Tech N9ne, Dalima, Brotha Lynch like
[Chorus: x2]
(Dlrow ym ot emocleW)
(World)
Fight this phantom, your freakinβ family will fall flat
Bunk Bianca's beat βem black and blue with a baseball bat
I might be a small cat, but I wonβt use discretion
Hit βem with a weapon, if he steppinβ with a mall rat
20 minus 11, I make βem all scat!
Not prosperous now, Techβs not with his crowd
Heβs lost in his clouds
Rather be offβed than soft with his style
I got hopes that my life might get better
But Iβve been broke, so I might swipe your chedder
You better get ready to give me, I got a vendetta
Cominβ to get it, whether weed or money, whatever
Nobody said it was gonna be easy, people deceive me
Or leave me in the dark and buried off in Necropolis
One day you gon' see on me TV, you better believe me
Takinβ over this and never the opposite
Rewrite my life, gimme light, inner fight for whatβs right
Allah Liberate, Cuidado
151 Rum is how we run from slim sums, then comes Diablo
I need a medic βcause I murder energetic
In the cerebellum never tell βem I got
One of the worst problems in the Medulla Oblongata
And you ought to go in one hell of a shot!
No more darkness, how did I start this?
Feelin' bizarre shit, like kickinβ your carcass
I am the ruler in my kingdom and my Dark Seas hot
Step into My World and your heartbeat stop!
[Chorus: x2]
The lyrics of My World by Tech N9ne, Brotha Lynch, and Dalima paint a dark and twisted picture of their personal worlds. The song opens with them colliding in a world of misery, where hearts are broken and bars are open. Each rapper takes turns to reflect on his life's harsh realities and how he copes with them. Brotha Lynch talks of his violent tendencies, where he has no qualms about killing and cannibalizing his victims. Dalima speaks of how heβs constantly judged for being lyrically flawless and perceived as a heathen. Tech N9ne rounds off by talking about how he's lost in his dark thoughts and always fighting inner demons.
The song's overall theme is one of chaos and brutality, and each rapper opens an avenue in which he deals with such turmoil. While Brotha Lynch finds solace in his violent tendencies, Dalima embraces his complexity and is delighted with it. Tech N9ne, on the other hand, hopes to rewrite his life and wants to be freed from his dark thoughts. My World serves as a raw reflection of their minds and experiences and is a grim reminder of the brutalities that can occur in society.
Line by Line Meaning
In a world of misery
The world is a place of pain and suffering.
Within this, three planets collide
Three different artists come together.
Brotha Lynch, Dalima, Tech N9ne
The three artists involved in the song.
Bring you along for the ride
The artists are inviting the listener to join them on their journey.
Wait a minute, Iβm from the West Coast Conference
The artist is from the west coast and proud of it.
Like Kobe or James Worthy
Proud of being from the same region as basketball legends.
You could just call me the King of the Valley
The artist considers himself the 'King' of his hometown.
All I need is a game jersey
Simple needs and desires to be happy.
Nigga nuts and guts get served up
The artist is ruthless and violent.
When I get it, Iβll spit enough, aim sturdy
The artist will be ready to take action when the time comes.
Cut it up, gut it up, with colds cuts
The artist will mutilate and dismember people with precision.
And in a oven Iβll heat it up, came dirty
The artist will cook and consume his enemies.
I be offβa that Crip tonight
The artist is gang affiliated and violent.
Turn βem into liquid ice, paint his jersey
The artist will freeze and display his enemies.
Leave βem in the back of the alcove
The artist will dispose of his victims.
Like Helter Skeltβ, stick it to βem like velcro
The artist will use violent tactics like the infamous Manson family.
Nigga, Iβm a bitch killer
The artist prides himself on being able to kill anyone.
Iβm a dig a ditch, quick to rip ya
The artist will bury his enemies.
Paint a murder picture wit'cha
The artist will make his killings appear gruesome.
Iβm a jack knife, strip ya that night
The artist will strip his enemies of everything they have.
Split your legs open and dick you
The artist is violent and sexually aggressive.
But them quick into rippinβ your guts
The artist is skilled at disemboweling people.
Deep heat, deplete you with the meat cleaver
The artist is skilled at using weapons to kill people.
That I didnβt see you either
The artist is sneaky and can kill without being detected.
Phone call or receiver, court order delete you
The artist is capable of getting people killed even if they're not physically there.
Tech ordered the meat, Iβm bringinβ the seasonage
The artist is providing the necessary ingredients for the cooking process.
And a suicide note, do-or-die Loc
The artist is willing to die for his gang.
Keys in the backseat, cut necks
The artist is prepared to kill anyone who crosses him.
Some sexist βbout to kidnap Brotha Lynch
The artist is prepared to defend his friend from harm.
Iβm neckless, expect this
The artist is unstoppable and doesn't have any weaknesses.
Where hearts are broken, and bars
This world is filled with heartbreak and sadness.
Are open, potions pullinβ me closer
The artist is struggling with addiction.
(Welcome to my world)
The artist is inviting the listener into his world of pain and suffering.
Darkβs my ocean, my Ark is floatinβ
The artist is struggling to stay afloat.
But not livinβ like Iβm supposed to
The artist is not living up to his potential.
(Lyrical asylum)
The artist uses music to escape from reality.
βCause I be Dalima, motherfuckers hatinβ me for the longest
The artist has been the target of hate and criticism for a long time.
Could it be critical βcause Iβm lyrically flawless?
The artist is confident in his lyrical ability.
And if Iβm heated I cannot be mentally cautious?
The artist tends to act impulsively when he gets angry.
(Diggin' the pain) I get deep peepinβ the flame
The artist is inspired by his struggles.
Only can I be held accountable for makinβ the change
The artist takes responsibility for his own life.
To whatever regards are gonna be (Insane)
The artist will do whatever it takes to succeed.
In the middle of a stage, Iβm bustinβ like a 12-Gauge
The artist is aggressive and confident on stage.
You can never bring it to a nigga thatβll hang you up
The artist is prepared to defend himself at all costs.
Slip a couple millions up in your drink for you
The artist is willing to kill for money.
Homicidal with the fully-loaded rifle
The artist is capable of committing murder with a gun.
An undecided of whether or not I can peel brains or guts
The artist is unsure if he should kill in a violent or gruesome way.
(I get spaced out sometimes)
The artist sometimes loses touch with reality.
And itβs like Iβm a heathen, whether or not you believe it
The artist is perceived as an outcast.
Everytime I rap a motherfucker stop breathinβ
The artist has a powerful presence and can command attention.
Have you ever been in a dilemma for a reason? (Nah)
The artist has never struggled with making difficult choices.
Well, let me introduce you to the crucial upliftinβ future (Indeed)
The artist is offering a way out of the struggles of life.
Recruit you and seduce you to the mutual group of (My friends' souls)
The artist is looking to form a community of like-minded individuals.
Nigga you better get ready βcause
The artist is warning the listener to be prepared for what's to come.
We done put together the fettiest chemical frame
The artist has created a powerful sound.
Energetic when I let it, embed it in your brain
The artist's music is impactful and memorable.
Tech N9ne, Dalima, Brotha Lynch like
The artists are introducing themselves once again.
Fight this phantom, your freakinβ family will fall flat
The artist is warning his enemies that they will regret crossing him.
Bunk Bianca's beat βem black and blue with a baseball bat
The artist is violent and sadistic.
I might be a small cat, but I wonβt use discretion
The artist may be small, but he packs a big punch.
Hit βem with a weapon, if he steppinβ with a mall rat
The artist is willing to fight anyone who crosses him.
20 minus 11, I make βem all scat!
The artist is quick to scare off anyone who threatens him.
Not prosperous now, Techβs not with his crowd
The artist is feeling alone and isolated.
Heβs lost in his clouds
The artist is distracted and not focused on the present.
Rather be offβed than soft with his style
The artist values his ability to be tough and aggressive.
I got hopes that my life might get better
The artist is optimistic about his future.
But Iβve been broke, so I might swipe your chedder
The artist is willing to steal for his own benefit.
You better get ready to give me, I got a vendetta
The artist has a grudge and is willing to act on it.
Cominβ to get it, whether weed or money, whatever
The artist is not picky about how he gets what he wants.
Nobody said it was gonna be easy, people deceive me
The artist is not naive and knows that life is hard.
Or leave me in the dark and buried off in Necropolis
The artist is worried about being forgotten after he dies.
One day you gon' see on me TV, you better believe me
The artist is confident in his abilities and will become successful.
Takinβ over this and never the opposite
The artist is determined to be successful and will stop at nothing.
Rewrite my life, gimme light, inner fight for whatβs right
The artist wants to change his life for the better.
Allah Liberate, Cuidado
The artist is referencing religion and spirituality.
Cut necks, some sexist 'bout to kidnap Brotha Lynch
The artist is ready to defend his friend at all costs.
151 Rum is how we run from slim sums, then comes Diablo
The artist is referencing a type of rum and how it helps him forget his troubles.
I need a medic βcause I murder energetic
The artist's music is so intense that it is physically demanding.
In the cerebellum never tell βem I got
The artist is capable of committing murder.
One of the worst problems in the Medulla Oblongata
The artist's behavior may be the result of a brain abnormality.
And you ought to go in one hell of a shot!
The artist is confident that he will be successful in life.
No more darkness, how did I start this?
The artist has overcome adversity and is now in a good place in life.
Feelin' bizarre shit, like kickinβ your carcass
The artist is referencing his violent tendencies.
I am the ruler in my kingdom and my Dark Seas hot
The artist feels powerful and successful.
Step into My World and your heartbeat stop!
The artist's world is intense and dangerous.
Lyrics Β© Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Written by: ALESSANDRO S NARDONE, GERALD ALAN II TERWILLIGER, JASON H TERWILLIGER, PASQUALE JAMES GASPERINI
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
@MacLethal
Still one of my favorite Tech N9ne songs. I'm never one to say someone "stole the show" on any song, but Lynch ate this track alive.
@rickyreinneck4515
I dont know that chorus is on point bro!
@slimyzombie
they're all hard as fuck.... but lynch is my favorite no fuckin doubt... GRRRRRRR!!!!!!!!
@jeffreyking2213
aint that the truth, tech got a thing for puttin the right people on the right tracks, honestly surprised you ain't been called to the plate though mac.
@thedeleted117
GRRRR
@coggear1135
Lul
@scrim3828
I remember when my dad used to bump to this album back in the days. RIP Dad 7/13/16
@user-wk4uc7lz4k
oh , shit, man((( so sorry hear 'bout it... for real . no fucking sarcasm
@shinoki407
R.i.p toΒ Your Pops dude.......One Love
@jkudder9609
R.I.P. to your dad bro, stay strong man