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/
Strangeulation II
Tech N9ne Lyrics
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And send 'em to my artists to see what they would come
Up with on these beats that I love so much
So I wanna call stevie stone and ces cru to murder, let's go
Feel the hate when they come around
To the bull that set a doubt
Feel the love, I'm the great and or the true
See I been dealt a hand, my nigga, I can peep
Peeping the shifty fans, my nigga
They gon' (see) see me going h.a.m, getting bigger, nigga
(talk that shit if you want to hack my tech n9ne plead again)
Make sure you remember me, me the odd ball liquor
When stevie get to speaking, the plot
Thickens with and these niggas is vixens
Competition, it's really contradiction (uh-huh!)
Learning from the realest slim pickings
I love it, how you doubt a nigga, hound a nigga
Panned out, all this profit sought the stone to stand stout
On rigid and rare routes, it's like procedure to hear a nigga out
Strangeulation two and it's right now
Let's take it to another level, hot metal, black kettle, bitch
High pitched, fly shit, five settle, five words like the bandit lord
I think this weed got me paranoid
Middle finger to my enemies, I say all you niggas is bitches
Jurisdiction have so many restrictions
All you niggas is fiction, no conviction
Niggas get to dissin', I'll have you outta commission
Bodies missing, call my brother to lynch 'em
All you niggas is gimmicks, frail body and soul
All you niggas pretending, thought that we so-called family
All you niggas can get it, turning my volume up
Had us upon that midget
Let me hear you say names, let me hear you holler strange
I'm contained with flame, will leave your bodies decaying
Niggas be playing games, my niggas take your name
Have you in a debacle, better stay in your lane
Guess time'll tell (guess time'll tell, guess time'll tell)
Right hand over my heart of hearts I'm pledging allegiance
To ces, for whatever the reasons I have withered the seasons
They're dead in the breeze, I'm ready to feed 'em
I never believed 'em, you son of a bitch, son of a preacher, word of
Heaven and jesus, two seven and greaser, separation is still
And spreading diseases, my recommendation is cheddar your cheeses
Maybe you better get business, like I didn't know that I carried the load
I know your boy is heavy and heaving
That's word to strange and tech the n9ne, I mean, who better to lead us
Since I been with that team I been spinning them g's
Bitch, yeah, you better believe it, cash come in a bulk amount now
I'm staying ahead of my dreams so the fuck could I sulk about
For real, I'll never be satisfied still, I don't be vocal out loud
Respect is due, I show it, don't blow it, my records are outbound
Chill, I'm choosing my weapons wisely, we never will lose direction
Guide 'em through the recession proof, should include a confession, truth
Started from the bikini bottom, we're here but it's something fishy
Twenty sixteen, strange music, making some fucking history
I know they want me to put up the pen
And just quit with the rapping, it won't never happen, no
For the minutes that I been in it
I'm a killer still in the back but I'm clapping though
In a matter of fact I been acting, so
Out of wack and my brain is on overload
I don't call anybody, ain't nobody calling me
Maybe I don't need a phone no mo'
Guess I won't pay the bill and the villain is
spillin' venom in him till i'm a goner
And haters are catering to me with
Wishes that I wouldn't win any longer
Idiot, you're just making me stronger
Wanna kill me, then pay me no mind
Get a record to spot a bit longer
If you don't feel me then get on your grind
I don't mean to be mean but the measure
Is simple when you try to weather the outcome
Now I don't need a reason, killing any season
In fact I am better without one
You don't know anything about heat or the
Temp of the weather that I'm coming out from
And I wouldn't consider you equal like other people
Where the fuck is your album?
Shit to you is a hobby and obviously y'all
Ain't knowing to measure at all
Murdering it for pleasure, ain't fucking with godi
I'm sick with a medicine ball
Couldn't give 'em a shit, not even a little bit cause they haters, we know it
We all know the location, come get your face winched
Strangeulation reloaded! (fuck)
The opening lines of the song talk about how Tech N9ne wanted to send some of his classic beats to his artists and see how they recreated the music. He then proceeds to call Stevie Stone and Ces Cru to take up the challenge. From there, the song dives into every rapper's journey to success and fame, the hardship they face and the hate they bear from the people around them. The lyrics talk about how the rappers have been doubted, and how they have been accustomed to competition which is really just a contradiction. The song emphasizes on the fact that the rap industry is just filled with gimmicks and fiction. Tech N9ne also talks about the love and respect he has for his team and how they are making “fucking history". Towards the end of the song, the lyrics scream the individuality and the urge to survive that every rapper holds.
The lyrics in Tech N9ne's "Strangeulation II" talk about the struggles that every rapper faces amid the competition and harsh criticism that the industry brings out. It emphasizes how they have to hold onto individuality and work towards bettering themselves to be successful. This song teaches us that no matter how much you hate something or someone, the passion and the willingness to succeed can overcome it all. Tech N9ne's way of writing lyrics is unique, and he has always had an insight into the struggles of the industry which makes his music so relatable.
Line by Line Meaning
For what I wanted to do was take some of my classic beats
I had a desire to share my classic beats
And send 'em to my artists to see what they would come
To see what my artists would create with them
Up with on these beats that I love so much
To see their unique interpretations on these beloved beats
So I wanna call stevie stone and ces cru to murder, let's go
I want to collaborate with Stevie Stone and Ces Cru to create something incredible
Feel the hate when they come around
I can sense the negativity when certain people are present
To the bull that set a doubt
Toward those who spread doubt and disbelief
Feel the love, I'm the great and or the true
But I also feel the love and know I am talented and genuine
See the fakes and the snakes, I'm always outta bounds
I can easily spot the fake people and those who deceive, they can't touch me
See I been dealt a hand, my nigga, I can peep
I have faced challenges and difficulties, but I can see through them
Peeping the shifty fans, my nigga
I notice the deceitful actions of some of my fans
They gon' (see) see me going h.a.m, getting bigger, nigga
But they will witness my unwavering determination and continuous growth
(talk that shit if you want to hack my tech n9ne plead again)
Feel free to talk negatively about me if you want to experience the wrath of my talents once more
Make sure you remember me, me the odd ball liquor
Remember me as the unique and unconventional artist
When stevie get to speaking, the plot
When Stevie Stone starts expressing himself
Thickens with and these niggas is vixens
The situation becomes more complex, and these individuals are deceptive
Competition, it's really contradiction (uh-huh!)
The concept of competition is a contradiction in itself
Learning from the realest slim pickings
I gain wisdom from the most genuine sources, despite the limited options
I love it, how you doubt a nigga, hound a nigga
I find it amusing how people doubt and criticize me relentlessly
Panned out, all this profit sought the stone to stand stout
Despite the challenges, I have achieved success and sought stability
On rigid and rare routes, it's like procedure to hear a nigga out
I embrace unconventional and uncommon paths, it's second nature to give someone a chance
Strangeulation two and it's right now
This is the second installment of Strangeulation, and it's happening immediately
Let's take it to another level, hot metal, black kettle, bitch
Let's elevate the intensity and energy, pushing boundaries with fiery passion
High pitched, fly shit, five settle, five words like the bandit lord
My rhymes are sharp and captivating, causing a quick impact with just a few words
I think this weed got me paranoid
I may be feeling anxious due to the effects of marijuana
Middle finger to my enemies, I say all you niggas is bitches
I show contempt and disrespect to my enemies, considering them weak and insignificant
Jurisdiction have so many restrictions
Legal limitations and boundaries exist in various locations
All you niggas is fiction, no conviction
You are all fictional, lacking authenticity and conviction
Niggas get to dissin', I'll have you outta commission
If you provoke me with insults, I will render you unable to continue
Bodies missing, call my brother to lynch 'em
People will disappear, and my ally will handle the consequences
All you niggas is gimmicks, frail body and soul
You are all just gimmicks, weak in both physical and spiritual aspects
All you niggas pretending, thought that we so-called family
You are all pretending, claiming we are a family when it isn't true
All you niggas can get it, turning my volume up
You are all vulnerable, I will amplify my attack
Had us upon that midget
All of us were focused on an insignificant target
Let me hear you say names, let me hear you holler strange
I want to hear you mention specific names, acknowledging the uniqueness of Strange
I'm contained with flame, will leave your bodies decaying
I have unleashed my inner fire, which will leave you in a state of decay
Niggas be playing games, my niggas take your name
You may play games, but my associates will expose your identity
Have you in a debacle, better stay in your lane
You will find yourself in a difficult situation, it's best to stick to your own path
Guess time'll tell (guess time'll tell, guess time'll tell)
Only time will reveal the truth
Right hand over my heart of hearts I'm pledging allegiance
I am dedicating myself wholeheartedly to my team
To ces, for whatever the reasons I have withered the seasons
To Ces Cru, I have endured and overcome various hardships
They're dead in the breeze, I'm ready to feed 'em
They have been defeated and are just remnants, ready to be devoured
I never believed 'em, you son of a bitch, son of a preacher, word of
I never trusted them, you deceitful individual, born of a hypocritical preacher
Heaven and jesus, two seven and greaser, separation is still
Heaven, Jesus, 27, and Greaser, there is a division that persists
And spreading diseases, my recommendation is cheddar your cheeses
And causing harm, my advice is to focus on accumulating wealth
Maybe you better get business, like I didn't know that I carried the load
Perhaps you should mind your own business, as if I didn't already bear the weight
I know your boy is heavy and heaving
I understand that my burden is significant and strenuous
That's word to strange and tech the n9ne, I mean, who better to lead us
This is a promise to Strange and Tech N9ne, as they are the best leaders we could have
Since I been with that team I been spinning them g's
Since I joined that team, I have been earning substantial amounts of money
Bitch, yeah, you better believe it, cash come in a bulk amount now
Yes, you should definitely believe it, I am now receiving large sums of cash
I'm staying ahead of my dreams so the fuck could I sulk about
I am surpassing my dreams, so why would I waste time sulking
For real, I'll never be satisfied still, I don't be vocal out loud
Honestly, I will never be content, but I won't express it verbally
Respect is due, I show it, don't blow it, my records are outbound
Respect is deserved, I display it, don't take it for granted, my music is well-received
Chill, I'm choosing my weapons wisely, we never will lose direction
Calm down, I am carefully selecting my strategies, we will always have a clear path
Guide 'em through the recession proof, should include a confession, truth
I will guide my fans through tough times, while also revealing my own personal truths
Started from the bikini bottom, we're here but it's something fishy
We began from humble beginnings, and though we have achieved success, there is still something suspicious
Twenty sixteen, strange music, making some fucking history
In 2016, Strange Music was making significant and memorable contributions to the music industry
I know they want me to put up the pen
I know there are those who want me to stop writing
And just quit with the rapping, it won't never happen, no
But I will never quit rapping, it's not going to happen
For the minutes that I been in it
Because I have been in this industry for quite some time
I'm a killer still in the back but I'm clapping though
I may be overlooked, but I am still lethal and applaud-worthy
In a matter of fact I been acting, so
In fact, I have been performing and expressing myself
Out of wack and my brain is on overload
My mind is chaotic and overwhelmed
I don't call anybody, ain't nobody calling me
I don't reach out to others, and no one reaches out to me
Maybe I don't need a phone no mo'
Perhaps I don't need a phone anymore
Guess I won't pay the bill and the villain is
Seems like I won't pay my phone bill, and I'll be seen as the antagonist
Spillin' venom in him till i'm a goner
Sharing my poisonous thoughts until I meet my demise
And haters are catering to me with
And my haters are serving me
Wishes that I wouldn't win any longer
Desiring my downfall and hoping for my continued losses
Idiot, you're just making me stronger
You're just making me more resilient, fool
Wanna kill me, then pay me no mind
If you want to harm me, then simply ignore me
Get a record to spot a bit longer
Get a longer career span before criticizing
If you don't feel me then get on your grind
If you don't understand or appreciate me, then focus on improving yourself
I don't mean to be mean but the measure
I don't intend to be harsh, but the fact remains
Is simple when you try to weather the outcome
The truth is evident when you attempt to endure the consequences
Now I don't need a reason, killing any season
Nowadays, I don't require a motive, I can dominate any time period
In fact I am better without one
In fact, I excel when I have no reason or motive
You don't know anything about heat or the
You have no understanding of pressure or the
Temp of the weather that I'm coming out from
Intensity of the circumstances I arise from
And I wouldn't consider you equal like other people
And I don't view you as equal to others
Where the fuck is your album?
Why haven't you released an album yet?
Shit to you is a hobby and obviously y'all
To you, this is just a hobby, and it's clear that
Ain't knowing to measure at all
You have no concept of success or accomplishment
Murdering it for pleasure, ain't fucking with godi
I excel in this profession for my own enjoyment, and I can't be compared to anyone
I'm sick with a medicine ball
I am filled with strength and vitality
Couldn't give 'em a shit, not even a little bit cause they haters, we know it
I don't care about their opinions or criticism, as we are well aware that they are just haters
We all know the location, come get your face winched
We all know where you are, so come face the consequences
Strangeulation reloaded! (fuck)
This is a new and powerful version of Strangeulation! (defying expectations)
Lyrics © O/B/O APRA AMCOS
Written by: Donnie King, Michael Summers, Mike Viglione, Stephen Williams, Aaron Yates
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
Logan Riegel
For what I wanted to do was take some of my classic beats
And send 'em to my artists to see what they would come
Up with on these beats that I love so much
So I wanna call stevie stone and ces cru to murder, let's go
Feel the hate when they come around
To the bull that set a doubt
Feel the love, I'm the great and or the true
See the fakes and the snakes, I'm always outta bounds
See I been dealt a hand, my nigga, I can peep
Peeping the shifty fans, my nigga
They gon' (see) see me going h.a.m, getting bigger, nigga
(talk that shit if you want to hack my tech n9ne plead again)
Make sure you remember me, me the odd ball liquor
When stevie get to speaking, the plot
Thickens with and these niggas is vixens
Competition, it's really contradiction (uh-huh!)
Learning from the realest slim pickings
I love it, how you doubt a nigga, hound a nigga
Panned out, all this profit sought the stone to stand stout
On rigid and rare routes, it's like procedure to hear a nigga out
Strangeulation two and it's right now
Let's take it to another level, hot metal, black kettle, bitch
High pitched, fly shit, five settle, five words like the bandit lord
I think this weed got me paranoid
Middle finger to my enemies, I say all you niggas is bitches
Jurisdiction have so many restrictions
All you niggas is fiction, no conviction
Niggas get to dissin', I'll have you outta commission
Bodies missing, call my brother to lynch 'em
All you niggas is gimmicks, frail body and soul
All you niggas pretending, thought that we so-called family
All you niggas can get it, turning my volume up
Had us upon that midget
Let me hear you say names, let me hear you holler strange
I'm contained with flame, will leave your bodies decaying
Niggas be playing games, my niggas take your name
Have you in a debacle, better stay in your lane
Guess time'll tell (guess time'll tell, guess time'll tell)
Right hand over my heart of hearts I'm pledging allegiance
To ces, for whatever the reasons I have withered the seasons
They're dead in the breeze, I'm ready to feed 'em
I never believed 'em, you son of a bitch, son of a preacher, word of
Heaven and jesus, two seven and greaser, separation is still
And spreading diseases, my recommendation is cheddar your cheeses
Maybe you better get business, like I didn't know that I carried the load
I know your boy is heavy and heaving
That's word to strange and tech the n9ne, I mean, who better to lead us
Since I been with that team I been spinning them g's
Bitch, yeah, you better believe it, cash come in a bulk amount now
I'm staying ahead of my dreams so the fuck could I sulk about
For real, I'll never be satisfied still, I don't be vocal out loud
Respect is due, I show it, don't blow it, my records are outbound
Chill, I'm choosing my weapons wisely, we never will lose direction
Guide 'em through the recession proof, should include a confession, truth
Started from the bikini bottom, we're here but it's something fishy
Twenty sixteen, strange music, making some fucking history
I know they want me to put up the pen
And just quit with the rapping, it won't never happen, no
For the minutes that I been in it
I'm a killer still in the back but I'm clapping though
In a matter of fact I been acting, so
Out of wack and my brain is on overload
I don't call anybody, ain't nobody calling me
Maybe I don't need a phone no mo'
Guess I won’t pay the bill and the villain is
spillin' venom in him till i’m a goner
And haters are catering to me with
Wishes that I wouldn't win any longer
Idiot, you're just making me stronger
Wanna kill me, then pay me no mind
Get a record to spot a bit longer
If you don't feel me then get on your grind
I don't mean to be mean but the measure
Is simple when you try to weather the outcome
Now I don't need a reason, killing any season
In fact I am better without one
You don't know anything about heat or the
Temp of the weather that I'm coming out from
And I wouldn't consider you equal like other people
Where the fuck is your album?
Shit to you is a hobby and obviously y'all
Ain't knowing to measure at all
Murdering it for pleasure, ain't fucking with godi
I'm sick with a medicine ball
Couldn't give 'em a shit, not even a little bit cause they haters, we know it
We all know the location, come get your face winched
Strangeulation reloaded! (fuck)
Bugz
Stevies verse gives me chills every time I hear it.
Korey Zoss
Why aint there a hell yeea button?
kroni
Agreed
Chris Styles
Schoolastic Gospel at its finest. Dope
David Metras
Yaaaasssss
skeemask715
Gives me chills when he hits the pop filter with his hand
Orchal Drambor
7 years old song I still listen to it multiple times each year. Pretty perfect
vl CiNeMoD lv
Am I the only one that keeps coming back to this video daily because its so amazing??? this just doesn't get old!!
Joe Koebler
Same !!! Yes !!!!
Samaa
yessir, 6 years later