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/
No Runnin To Ya Mama
Tech N9ne Lyrics
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You gon' make them thangs come up out that load
You ain't built like that but you talk so cold
Yeah, we know
Hurts now, purps found 'cause a nigga squirt rounds
Acting like ya wore a purse on turf grounds
Like how his homies didn't tell him to pull his skirt down
Loud mouth we found a round to match ya
Bound to smack ya, now the ground'll catch ya
'Cause you frowned at the hounds and you found disaster
He talking hella shady
How I get it on the daily
They jelly bout my gravy but they crazy 'cause they think I won't be banging like the 80s
Your homie was a movie
So we dot him with the tooly
Got his family sick and woozy giving him the finger where Rodney O and Joe Cooley
They hot around the collar
'Cause I got a lot of shotters
So don't nobody bother, if they try to then we stoppin' they medulla oblongata
So be careful when you saucing
You could end up in the coffin
You better take precaution when you see real niggas crossing, shut the fuck up when we talking
If you get my killers heated
You'll be curled up like a fetus
All them words, you're gonna eat it
Every fist and all the feet is never ceasing when you pleaded
So I think you better comma
Or get lit up with the llama
KC all the way to Ghana, when you grown and start the drama, ain't no running to yo mama, nigga
No running to yo mama
When you caught up in the drama
No running to yo mama when you caught up in the drama 'cause you did nobody honor
No running to yo mama
When you caught up in the drama
No running to yo mama when you caught up in the drama 'cause you did nobody honor
We the boss players
In this, industry and not SEGA
Nigga we are stop haters
We take 'em to the end and then it's biva las begas
If you tripping, y'all nuts
'Cause we sick and all bust
So get the motherfucking pineapple, the rum and the coconut and mix it all up
We coming from the ghetto
And we keep the heavy metal
So you suckers better settle cause we turn a wolf and devil to a woman in stilettos
'Cause they didn't really want it
They was only in the moment
Hella talking, never on it
Had they're chance and now they blown it cause the king was their opponent
He bit the hand that fed him
Run you over if you let him
All the homies wanna get him, heard the words when he said them now I know that he regret them
'Cause we be getting money
And he be looking bummy
So keep the coward from me, when you see me don't be chummy
Muh'fucking dummy
I know you can't stand me
But you know that we go hammy
Have you sleeping like a xanny, hit them with a super whammy when I cut them from the family
We in every nook and cranny
Hit you when you're in your jammies, when you're in your manny panties
See me and my brother Sammy, ain't no yelling for your granny and no running to your mammy nigga
No running to yo mama
When you caught up in the drama
No running to yo mama when you caught up in the drama cause you did nobody honor
No running to yo mama
When you caught up in the drama
No running to yo mama when you caught up in the drama cause you did nobody honor
The song "No Runnin To Ya Mama" by Tech N9ne is an aggressive and confrontational track that addresses individuals who talk tough but aren't willing or able to back it up. The lyrics highlight the dissonance between the bravado of these individuals and the reality of their actions. Tech N9ne taunts and challenges them, asserting that they are not built for the street life they claim to embody.
The first verse depicts a situation where someone who portrays a tough image is exposed as being ineffective and vulnerable. Tech N9ne points out their hypocrisy, suggesting that they were behaving flamboyantly and disrespectfully (having a purse on "turf grounds"), and now they face the consequences of their actions. He mocks their audacity and brags about his own resilience and reputation in the streets.
The second verse continues with a similar theme, emphasizing the consequences faced by those who cross Tech N9ne and his crew. It speaks to his success and the envy and resentment it generates among others. Tech N9ne asserts his dominance and warns against messing with him or his team, using graphic imagery to convey the violence that may result. The lyrics also touch upon the idea of loyalty, specifically how loyalty should be reciprocated and consequences faced by those who betray it.
Overall, the song serves as a warning to those who talk tough but lack the substance to back it up. Tech N9ne asserts his dominance and challenges any opposition, highlighting the consequences faced by those who cross him.
Line by Line Meaning
Yeah, you must be throw'd
Yeah, you must be crazy or out of your mind
You gon' make them thangs come up out that load
You're going to make those weapons come out and be used
You ain't built like that but you talk so cold
You're not tough or capable of violence, but you speak as if you are
Yeah, we know
Yeah, we are aware of the truth
Hurts now, purps found 'cause a nigga squirt rounds
You're in pain now because bullets have been fired at you
Acting like ya wore a purse on turf grounds
Behaving as if you're feminine or weak in dangerous territories
Like how his homies didn't tell him to pull his skirt down
Just like how his friends didn't advise him to stop acting cowardly
Now look at'cha
Now take a good look at yourself
Loud mouth we found a round to match ya
We found someone with an equally big mouth to deal with you
Bound to smack ya, now the ground'll catch ya
We're going to hit you hard, and the ground will be where you fall
'Cause you frowned at the hounds and you found disaster
Because you disrespected and provoked dangerous individuals, leading to your downfall
He talking hella shady
He is speaking in a very dishonest and deceitful manner
How I get it on the daily
Referring to how he makes money every day
They jelly bout my gravy but they crazy 'cause they think I won't be banging like the 80s
They're jealous of my success, but they're foolish to believe I won't be violent like in the 80s
Your homie was a movie
Your friend was pretending or acting tough
So we dot him with the tooly
So we shot him with the gun
Got his family sick and woozy giving him the finger where Rodney O and Joe Cooley
We made his family upset and disoriented, disrespecting him just like Rodney O and Joe Cooley
They hot around the collar
They are angry and upset
'Cause I got a lot of shotters
Because I have a lot of gunmen
So don't nobody bother, if they try to then we stoppin' they medulla oblongata
So nobody should even attempt to bother us, because if they do, we'll disable their brainstem
So be careful when you saucing
Be cautious when you're acting tough or showing off
You could end up in the coffin
You could end up dead and buried
You better take precaution when you see real niggas crossing, shut the fuck up when we talking
You should be cautious when encountering dangerous individuals like us and remain silent when we're speaking
If you get my killers heated
If you provoke my hired killers
You'll be curled up like a fetus
You'll be in a vulnerable and defenseless position like an unborn baby
All them words, you're gonna eat it
You're going to face the consequences of your provocative words
Every fist and all the feet is never ceasing when you pleaded
You won't escape the continuous punches and kicks even when you beg for mercy
So I think you better comma
So I believe you should pause and reconsider
Or get lit up with the llama
Or get shot by the gun
KC all the way to Ghana, when you grown and start the drama, ain't no running to yo mama, nigga
From Kansas City to Ghana, when you're mature and cause trouble, you can't seek refuge with your mother, fool
We the boss players
We are the leaders and dominant figures
In this, industry and not SEGA
In this music industry, not playing video games like SEGA
Nigga we are stop haters
We put an end to people hating on us
We take 'em to the end and then it's biva las begas
We take them to their ultimate downfall, and it's like saying goodbye to Las Vegas
If you tripping, y'all nuts
If you're acting crazy or irrational, you all are insane
'Cause we sick and all bust
Because we are ill (skilled) and capable of violence
So get the motherfucking pineapple, the rum and the coconut and mix it all up
So prepare the alcoholic drink using pineapple, rum, and coconut, and enjoy it all
We coming from the ghetto
We originate from the impoverished and dangerous neighborhood
And we keep the heavy metal
And we have access to firearms
So you suckers better settle cause we turn a wolf and devil to a woman in stilettos
So you fools should back down because we have the ability to make even the most dangerous individuals submit to us
'Cause they didn't really want it
Because they didn't truly desire a confrontation
They was only in the moment
They were only acting for a brief period
Hella talking, never on it
They talk a lot but never follow through
Had they're chance and now they blown it cause the king was their opponent
They had the opportunity but ruined it because they challenged the king
He bit the hand that fed him
He betrayed the person who supported and helped him
Run you over if you let him
He will harm you if you allow him to
All the homies wanna get him, heard the words when he said them now I know that he regret them
All his friends want to harm him, they heard what he said and now he realizes that he regrets it
'Cause we be getting money
Because we are earning a lot of money
And he be looking bummy
And he appears poor or disheveled
So keep the coward from me, when you see me don't be chummy
So stay away from me if you're a coward, don't try to act friendly when you see me
Muh'fucking dummy
You're an utter fool
I know you can't stand me
I know you dislike or hate me
But you know that we go hammy
But you know that we go all out and act aggressively
Have you sleeping like a xanny
Have you sleeping or unconscious like after taking a Xanax pill
Hit them with a super whammy when I cut them from the family
Deliver a powerful and unexpected attack when I remove them from the group or organization
We in every nook and cranny
We are present in every corner and hiding place
Hit you when you're in your jammies, when you're in your manny panties
Attack you when you're at your most vulnerable, in your pajamas or women's underwear
See me and my brother Sammy, ain't no yelling for your granny and no running to your mammy nigga
Encounter me and my brother Sammy, there's no screaming for your grandmother and no seeking comfort with your mother, fool
No running to yo mama
Don't seek refuge with your mother
When you caught up in the drama
When you find yourself in a problematic situation
No running to yo mama when you caught up in the drama 'cause you did nobody honor
Don't seek refuge with your mother when you're caught up in the conflict because you didn't show anybody respect
Lyrics © O/B/O APRA AMCOS
Written by: Aaron Yates, Michael Summers
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