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 Vol. II Cypher V
Tech N9ne Lyrics
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Yeah, technicians, mercenaries, believers, strangers, let's go
Provadil, thirteen-hundredth block
Where you from? From my hood, I took a hundred shots
Got my chain up on sunset in front of all the stars
Gio, NONMS, Plex, Wrek and Bernz, it's like it's all of ours
Said I need my own parade
Watch me make a suicide salad out a rap ballad
For the love of the kill, I kill for the love
I'm murderin' this track and you won't see no blood
Cause I got my dodger groove on
They ask what squad are you on
Strange gang nigga, 'till I'm stiff with a suit on
Disrespect the clique, and oh, you know they ain't got far to go
That's when I grab em by the neck, hit 'em with that RKO
Outta nowhere, I'm on my viper shit
Might just have to resurrect the dead and bring back Piper's pit
Cause' we about to teach the industry a strange lesson
Just when they think they found the answer, we change the question
Dirty boots, heavy eyes, hot summer, watch 'em fry
Like inside my backpack, headed towards the other side
I don't give a fuck I'll let y'all take a glimpse inside my mind
Enter at your own risk though, be careful what you find
I'm a grimy despot, tyranny on my desktop
Ruling over the rulers with nothin' less than the best pot
Enemies take they best shots, outta range in my sweatshop
Turn a page on my rage and you know there's pain in my hip-hop
I'm Marty McFly, and these bitches just ain't from the future
Their music is tired, rewire your fucking computers
Got fuel and fire but quiet is all in the shooters
I feel like a tutor giving lessons to children [?]
Strangeulation, bitch, don't let me start losing my patience
And burn 'em down if ain't it Strange in your radio station
I'm yelling ¡MAYDAY!, in front of the judge and all the plaintiffs
I don't give a fuck, man, I lost my mind and that's just contagious
From beneath the stars, Wrek is the definition of underrated
Gotta walk with a pop, cause the heat that we drop has been so understated
Give me my props, or get left behind with no horse and saddle
We bringing hitters to Strange, figures the verse is agile
We got some Jack in the bag
and we stacking the fact that you can't get it cracking
Don't need a half a mil to battle, taking anybody's challenge
So if you want it then hop on board and just keep your balance
Cause Strange will have you feeling 'bout as fly as Richie Valens
Bitch ass, my cyphers known to cut you quick, fast
Get a whiplash from the big gash that I be leaving on ya
making all the kids laugh
And I be dropping bars like all stars, check the car card
On ya'll to drop bombs off when I'm hauled off against pawn stars
Guess that's what happens when you let the tweakers come for all the bacon
Ya'll, my son's brand new feature 'Wrekonize The Force Awakens'
If you need a lesson, I'll be blessing ya'll for the duration
¡MAYDAY!, Murs, to make it hurt, you're now feeling the Strangeulation
The lyrics to Tech N9ne's Strangeulation Vol. II Cypher V are highly powerful and invoke imagery of aggressive determination. The lyrics speak of a sense of belonging to a "strange gang", which seems to be composed of unheard-of or underrated artists who are determined to break into the industry by any means necessary. The lyrics also touch on themes of dominance, self-assertion, and a refusal to take any disrespect.
The verses are highly metaphorical, and the lines touch on several themes, including taking a hundred shots to succeed, taking hand grenades instead of a parade, and making a suicide salad out of a rap ballad. The lyrics also suggest that the artists are highly passionate about their craft and are willing to go to extraordinary lengths to pursue their art, despite their seeming underdog status in the industry.
Line by Line Meaning
Mursday, kill 'em
Let's go, technicians, mercenaries, believers, strangers, and let's kill it like Mursday
Provadil, thirteen-hundredth block
I am on Provadil, and I am from the 1300th block
Where you from? From my hood, I took a hundred shots
I took a hundred shots in my hood
Got my chain up on sunset in front of all the stars
I have my chain on Sunset Blvd, in front of all the famous faces
Gio, NONMS, Plex, Wrek and Bernz, it's like it's all of ours
Gio, NONMS, Plex, Wrek, and Bernz are all part of my group, so it's like we all own it
Said I need my own parade
I want to celebrate myself with my own parade
Fuck itm give me hand grenades
I don't care, give me hand grenades
Watch me make a suicide salad out a rap ballad
I'm going to make a dark and sad song, called 'Suicide Salad'
For the love of the kill, I kill for the love
I love to kill and I kill for the sake of love
I'm murderin' this track and you won't see no blood
I am killing this track, but you won't see any physical evidence of it
Cause I got my dodger groove on
I am feeling good and confident
They ask what squad are you on
People ask me which group I belong to
Strange gang nigga, 'till I'm stiff with a suit on
I belong to the Strange gang and I will be loyal until I die
Disrespect the clique, and oh, you know they ain't got far to go
If you disrespect my group, then you will quickly fall from grace
That's when I grab em by the neck, hit 'em with that RKO
If someone disrespects my group, I will aggressively handle them
Outta nowhere, I'm on my viper shit
I unexpectedly become very aggressive when my group is disrespected
Might just have to resurrect the dead and bring back Piper's pit
I might have to bring back a famous wrestling arena, called Piper's Pit
Cause' we about to teach the industry a strange lesson
We are going to teach the music industry something new
Just when they think they found the answer, we change the question
We always keep the music industry on their toes by changing things up
Dirty boots, heavy eyes, hot summer, watch 'em fry
It is hot outside and people are feeling tired and defeated
Like inside my backpack, headed towards the other side
I carry all my thoughts with me, as I journey through life
I don't give a fuck I'll let y'all take a glimpse inside my mind
I don't care if you see into my thoughts and experiences
Enter at your own risk though, be careful what you find
Be careful what you discover, as it may not be pleasant
I'm a grimy despot, tyranny on my desktop
I am a controlling ruler, with authority over my work
Ruling over the rulers with nothin' less than the best pot
I am in charge of the best and most talented individuals
Enemies take they best shots, outta range in my sweatshop
My enemies try to attack me, but I am safe in my workspace
Turn a page on my rage and you know there's pain in my hip-hop
When I get angry, my music reveals the pain that I experience
I'm Marty McFly, and these bitches just ain't from the future
I am like Marty McFly from the movie 'Back to the Future', while others aren't progressive
Their music is tired, rewire your fucking computers
Their music is uninteresting and needs to be updated
Got fuel and fire but quiet is all in the shooters
I have everything I need to succeed, but I am calm and collected
I feel like a tutor giving lessons to children [?]
I feel like a teacher guiding others in the music industry
Strangeulation, bitch, don't let me start losing my patience
This is Strangeulation and don't push me too far
And burn 'em down if ain't it Strange in your radio station
We will burn down any radio station that doesn't support Strange Music
I'm yelling ¡MAYDAY!, in front of the judge and all the plaintiffs
I am screaming for help against my accusers
I don't give a fuck, man, I lost my mind and that's just contagious
I don't care, I have lost my sanity and it's affecting others
From beneath the stars, Wrek is the definition of underrated
Wrek is highly talented, but not recognized enough
Gotta walk with a pop, cause the heat that we drop has been so understated
We need to be more confident in ourselves, as our talent is being overlooked
Give me my props, or get left behind with no horse and saddle
Give me the praise I deserve, or get left behind
We bringing hitters to Strange, figures the verse is agile
We bring talented individuals to Strange Music, to ensure our music is unique
We got some Jack in the bag, and we stacking the fact that you can't get it cracking
We have confidence in our music and it can't be challenged
Don't need a half a mil to battle, taking anybody's challenge
We don't need a lot of money to compete, we will take on any challenge
So if you want it then hop on board and just keep your balance
If you want to be a part of this, then join and be prepared for anything
Cause Strange will have you feeling 'bout as fly as Richie Valens
Being a part of Strange Music will make you feel confident and successful
Bitch ass, my cyphers known to cut you quick, fast
My rap verses will quickly expose any weaknesses
Get a whiplash from the big gash that I be leaving on ya, making all the kids laugh
My words will leave a lasting impact, even causing amusement
And I be dropping bars like all stars, check the car card
I am consistently delivering great lines, like a professional athlete
On ya'll to drop bombs off when I'm hauled off against pawn stars
I am widely successful, even against difficult opponents
Guess that's what happens when you let the tweakers come for all the bacon
If you give opportunities to those who do drugs, they will take full advantage
Ya'll, my son's brand new feature 'Wrekonize The Force Awakens'
My son has a new song, featuring Wrekonize from Strange Music
If you need a lesson, I'll be blessing ya'll for the duration
If you need guidance, I am happy to help throughout a long period of time
¡MAYDAY!, Murs, to make it hurt, you're now feeling the Strangeulation
We are excited and want to make a lasting impact on the music industry, and you can feel it in our music
Lyrics © O/B/O APRA AMCOS
Written by: Aaron Dontez Yates, Bernando Garcia, Nick Carter, Benjamin Miller
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
Austin North
Mursday, kill 'em
Yeah, technicians, mercenaries, believers, strangers, let's go
Provadil, thirteen-hundredth block
Where you from? From my hood, I took a hundred shots
Got my chain up on sunset in front of all the stars
Gio, NONMS, Plex, Wrek and Bernz, it's like it's all of ours
Said I need my own parade
Fuck itm give me hand grenades
Watch me make a suicide salad out a rap ballad
For the love of the kill, I kill for the love
I'm murderin' this track and you won't see no blood
Cause I got my dodger groove on
They ask what squad are you on
Strange gang nigga, 'till I'm stiff with a suit on
Disrespect the clique, and oh, you know they ain't got far to go
That's when I grab em by the neck, hit 'em with that RKO
Outta nowhere, I'm on my viper shit
Might just have to resurrect the dead and bring back Piper's pit
Cause' we about to teach the industry a strange lesson
Just when they think they found the answer, we change the question
Dirty boots, heavy eyes, hot summer, watch 'em fry
Like inside my backpack, headed towards the other side
I don't give a fuck I'll let y'all take a glimpse inside my mind
Enter at your own risk though, be careful what you find
I'm a grimy despot, tyranny on my desktop
Ruling over the rulers with nothin' less than the best pot
Enemies take they best shots, outta range in my sweatshop
Turn a page on my rage and you know there's pain in my hip-hop
I'm Marty McFly, and these bitches just ain't from the future
Their music is tired, rewire your fucking computers
Got fuel and fire but quiet is all in the shooters
I feel like a tutor giving lessons to children [?]
Strangeulation, bitch, don't let me start losing my patience
And burn 'em down if ain't it Strange in your radio station
I'm yelling ¡MAYDAY!, in front of the judge and all the plaintiffs
I don't give a fuck, man, I lost my mind and that's just contagious
From beneath the stars, Wrek is the definition of underrated
Gotta walk with a pop, cause the heat that we drop has been so understated
Give me my props, or get left behind with no horse and saddle
We bringing hitters to Strange, figures the verse is agile
We got some Jack in the bag, and we stacking the fact that you can't get it cracking
Don't need a half a mil to battle, taking anybody's challenge
So if you want it then hop on board and just keep your balance
Cause Strange will have you feeling 'bout as fly as Richie Valens
Bitch ass, my cyphers known to cut you quick, fast
Get a whiplash from the big gash that I be leaving on ya, making all the kids laugh
And I be dropping bars like all stars, check the car card
On ya'll to drop bombs off when I'm hauled off against pawn stars
Guess that's what happens when you let the tweakers come for all the bacon
Ya'll, my son's brand new feature 'Wrekonize The Force Awakens'
If you need a lesson, I'll be blessing ya'll for the duration
¡MAYDAY!, Murs, to make it hurt, you're now feeling the Strangeulation
shane taylor
gotta say this is my personal favorite cypher off the new album. the 3 of them destroyed
Covina Oil
I kinda like the 4th one better
Leroux_cod 1
Wreck’s flow is incredible
blue smurf
There's so many lyrics you can put with this beat it's unreal
VladdyDaddy
Easily my favorite out of the whole cypher.
VladdyDaddy
Easily my favorite out of the whole cypher.
Vencedor Uberstar
After Murs starting his first few lines, I got the chills... That was sick!
HC
Wrekonize killed it this round mos def i love these cyphers!!!!!
Cobey Imeson
damn wreckonize killed it
giant babas big boots
Those wrestling references by MURS.