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/
Pillow Talkin
Tech N9ne Lyrics
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From a gun this is somethin' that'll get the heat on ya
When she's under the sheets on the beautiful sleep numba
Don't no wake an yappin' when she's in a deep slumba
If we share secret
And the scare, was equal to one of us gettin' the chair do you swear to keep it (Yes)
Meaning that under heat you wouldn't nare leak it
So when your woman's in you're presence don't you dare speak it
Shot up a lot and departed, it's nothin' short of retarded
'Cause when you say stuff
And then you an your woman break up
You funkin' because your mouth wouldn't stay shut
How could you spread that?
Can't believe you said that
Puttin' my life in jeopardy definitely it'll make the Feds tap-Bed trap
What you tell your lady can make you take a dead nap
Fluff up your pillow an lay your head back
[Chorus:]
You
Be pillow talkin'
You
Don't be pillow talkin' (Don't say nothin')
You
Be pillow talkin'
You
Don't be pillow talkin'
My advice for niggas is this
You can never trust no chick
It don't matter how silky the hoe can stroke yo dick
It don't matter how slimy the pussy hole gone get
If a nigga talks to these bitches these hoes gone snitch
(Shiiit) I used to fuck this bitch
Had a husband with dope money an I had his snow bunny
Climbin' the bed post
Feedin' her dog meat
In love with the nine inch, so she steady calls me
Tells me she's leavin, I know the reason
She know where the guns at, the lock box keys an
The floor safe combo
But this here one ho, was this dudes bad news
Knock on the front door
A man in a police suit, a girl with a black tooth (??)
Get to the money she saw him countin' in the back room
But it doesn't end hear, the man with the cop suit
Shoots at the bitch once, pops an drops dude
[Chorus:]
I can tell you what the problem is
People try to be monogamous
Tell his woman a lot of shit
An he thinkin' he got a bottom bitch
Stop with the sentimental talks at night if you're pillow talkin' then you ought ta quit
When the heat comes with the quickness, lookin' for the witness man yo broad is it
How you wanna spit it?
I don't really get it
Givin' your woman the power to speak in a minute
Speakin' about a brotha wanna cover ya motha
With the nina but you the only one know I really did it
When it come back then you feel low
Because everyone know you ain't real though
'Cause them beans you spillin'
You known for squealin' an all you needed was a pillow
I shoulda did the dirt, all by my lonely
Like Trech say
But the company that you keep end up bein' phony, so the tech spray
Never let no chick I hit get with that homie
'Cause the next day, she seein' right through me
Got them lenses on me, like an X-Ray
An I'm fed up with these rappers
Who be yappin' to these groupies
They flash them a little coochy
Then you blab an try to reduce me
And it always come back to me
So when I come through strapped with an uzi
It ain't like "Damn why'd he shoot me?"
Usin' the nueve name too loosely
[Chorus:]
In Tech N9ne's song "Pillow Talkin," he warns against the dangers of sharing secrets with your significant other. He advises his listeners not to be "pillow talkin'" with their partners, meaning not to disclose sensitive information while laying in bed with them. This can have dire consequences, as it can ultimately get you "caught up and brought up on charges." Tech N9ne emphasizes the importance of keeping private information to oneself, especially when it comes to criminal activities, as it can make you a target for the authorities.
The song tells the story of a woman who reveals sensitive information to her lover, only to have it result in tragedy. Tech N9ne advises his listeners not to trust anyone completely, especially women, as they may use their knowledge against them. He tells a cautionary tale of infidelity and betrayal, using vivid imagery to paint a picture of a dangerous world where one wrong move can mean the end of your life.
One of the most interesting facts about this song is that it was actually inspired by an episode of The Sopranos. Tech N9ne watched an episode where two characters were pillow talking, revealing sensitive information to one another, and he was struck by how dangerous it could be. This led him to write the song, warning his listeners of the dangers of pillow talking.
Line by Line Meaning
If you you see thunda
If you witness a violent act, this could incriminate you
From a gun this is somethin' that'll get the heat on ya
If a gun is involved, it could lead to legal trouble
When she's under the sheets on the beautiful sleep numba
When your partner is asleep, respect their rest
Don't no wake an yappin' when she's in a deep slumba
Do not disturb your partner's sleep with idle chatter
If we share secret
If we confide in each other
And the scare, was equal to one of us gettin' the chair do you swear to keep it (Yes)
If this secret could lead to serious consequences, will you promise to keep it (Yes)?
Meaning that under heat you wouldn't nare leak it
You wouldn't reveal this secret even under pressure
So when your woman's in you're presence don't you dare speak it
Do not speak this secret in front of your partner
Pillow talkin' get you caught up an brought up on charges
Revealing secrets to your partner can lead to legal trouble
Shot up a lot and departed, it's nothin' short of retarded
This behavior is foolish and can have dangerous consequences
'Cause when you say stuff
Talking about sensitive topics
And then you an your woman break up
If you later break up with your partner
You funkin' because your mouth wouldn't stay shut
You will regret sharing this information because it will come back to haunt you
How could you spread that?
Why did you reveal this secret?
Can't believe you said that
I can't believe you were so careless.
Puttin' my life in jeopardy definitely it'll make the Feds tap-Bed trap
Your actions could put my safety at risk and attract unwanted law enforcement attention.
What you tell your lady can make you take a dead nap
Talking to your partner about certain topics can lead to deadly consequences
Fluff up your pillow an lay your head back
Relax and take a break from talking about sensitive information
Don't be pillow talkin' (Don't say nothin')
Do not talk about sensitive topics with your partner
My advice for niggas is this
Here's some advice for all men
You can never trust no chick
You can never fully trust a woman
It don't matter how silky the hoe can stroke yo dick
It doesn't matter how skilled she is in bed
It don't matter how slimy the pussy hole gone get
It doesn't matter how manipulative or deceitful she can get
If a nigga talks to these bitches these hoes gone snitch
If you talk to women about sensitive topics, they will likely betray your trust
(Shiiit) I used to fuck this bitch
I used to sleep with this woman
Had a husband with dope money an I had his snow bunny
I was sleeping with a woman who was married to a drug dealer
Climbin' the bed post
She was a wild and adventurous sexual partner
Feedin' her dog meat
Performing oral sex on her
In love with the nine inch, so she steady calls me
She was infatuated with my penis
Tells me she's leavin, I know the reason
She told me she was leaving her husband
She know where the guns at, the lock box keys an
She knew where her husband kept his guns and valuable items
The floor safe combo
She knew the combination to the safe on the floor
But this here one ho, was this dudes bad news
This woman was trouble for her husband
Knock on the front door
Someone came to visit
A man in a police suit, a girl with a black tooth (??)
A cop and a shady woman showed up
Get to the money she saw him countin' in the back room
The woman saw her husband counting money in the back room and took it
But it doesn't end hear, the man with the cop suit
But it doesn't end here, the cop
Shoots at the bitch once, pops an drops dude
The cop shot at the woman and killed her husband
I can tell you what the problem is
I can explain what the real issue is
People try to be monogamous
People try to be loyal to one partner
Tell his woman a lot of shit
Tell his partner a lot of secrets
An he thinkin' he got a bottom bitch
And he thinks he has a faithful partner
Stop with the sentimental talks at night if you're pillow talkin' then you ought ta quit
Stop discussing sensitive topics at night, if you share secrets with your partner, you should stop doing so
When the heat comes with the quickness, lookin' for the witness man yo broad is it
When the law comes after a crime, they'll look for witnesses and your partner may be the one to provide information
How you wanna spit it?
How do you want to express yourself?
I don't really get it
I don't understand how revealing secrets can be worth it
Givin' your woman the power to speak in a minute
Giving your partner the power to snitch on you in an instant
Speakin' about a brotha wanna cover ya motha
Talking about keeping your family safe
With the nina but you the only one know I really did it
With the gun, but only you know that I'm the one who actually committed the crime
When it come back then you feel low
When your secret is revealed, you'll feel terrible
Because everyone know you ain't real though
Everyone will know that you're not trustworthy
'Cause them beans you spillin'
Because the secrets you're revealing
You known for squealin' an all you needed was a pillow
You have a reputation for revealing secrets and all it took was an intimate conversation with your partner
I shoulda did the dirt, all by my lonely
I should have committed the crime alone
Like Trech say
As Treach says
But the company that you keep end up bein' phony, so the tech spray
But your associates turned out to be fake, so I have to defend myself
Never let no chick I hit get with that homie
I will never let a woman I've slept with get too close to my friends
'Cause the next day, she seein' right through me
Because the next day, she'll know too much about me
Got them lenses on me, like an X-Ray
She will be able to see right through me, like an X-Ray
An I'm fed up with these rappers
And I'm tired of these rappers
Who be yappin' to these groupies
Who talk too much to these fans
They flash them a little coochy
They show them a little bit of attention
Then you blab an try to reduce me
Then you reveal information about me to bring me down
And it always come back to me
And the consequences always come back to me
So when I come through strapped with an uzi
So when I come armed with a gun
It ain't like "Damn why'd he shoot me?"
No one will be surprised when I shoot them
Usin' the nueve name too loosely
Using the Tech N9ne name too casually
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