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/
Which One
Tech N9ne Lyrics
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Ya don't have a clue so back up lil homie
My headpiece is heated I hang with heretics
We load up and lock and aim where the red is
And bang where your head is, I bet y'all will beat it
Oh Dean, that's my dog, them words y'all will eat 'em
My power circlin' small, I think outta the box
And try different angles to wreck tables or not
Y'all don't even know that's my column in y'all's diagram
Who they want, Godi or Donnie, ya better choose wisely
Greet 'em with ketamine and then that Adderall IV, try me
Checkin' to see if the guy's fearin' ya
They wishin' I would go stick my dick in the criteria
It's all good, doin' the type of shit y'all wish y'all could
Dippin' out with skaters through fuckin' acres in y'all hood
Which (One)
You fuckin' with pick (one)
You label this fic(tion)
You lookin' there is (none) is (none)
Which (One)
You fuckin' with pick (one)
You label this fic(tion)
You lookin' there is (none) is (none)
The story of my twin and I, Pisces not a Gemini
One of us is underwater, other floatin' in the sky
Highs and the lows of me, violence in the poetry
My evil twin we goin' in, I told him to let go of me (Nigga let go!)
Don't let nobody close to me, drunk when I'm not s'posed to be
I take a sip, start to trip and won't nobody know it's me
One bottle Jameson, take it to the face and then
Now I'm talkin' 'bout the bodies buried in my basement
Spirits talkin' to me, I can hear 'em, I can see 'em too
Lookin' in the mirror and I tell 'em it's just me and you
One of us is goin' out, the one that's always showin' out
I put my fist right through the glass and told that bitch to close his mouth
Hand bleedin' needin' medical attention
I'm feelin' no pain, I'm in a whole 'nother dimension
Next mornin' wake up, don't remember shit
Bandage on my hand and dirty condom on my dick (Ugh)
Which (One)
You fuckin' with pick (one)
You label this fic(tion)
You lookin' there is (none) is (none)
Which (One)
You fuckin' with pick (one)
You label this fic(tion)
You lookin' there is (none) is (none)
Pick three and guess what you get, me
I'm messed up and sickly
The head is a mystery, quickly twist tea
With a idiotic mix-ly, hit exotic chicks gee
Killin' got it history
I've become a scumbag fuckbuddy needed to wipe after
She got me and my lady's cum rag, that's just one of the things I done bad
Like when I put Dulcolax liquid mixed it within my brother's rum flask
I can make a love potion, give you the ocean
Then you wake up in a pit gettin' instructions on how to rub ya lotion
You think I'm jokin' while listenin' to Drake's "The Motion"
I put syphilis dick down her throat and that's without her havin' a notion
I'm playin' I don't dare summon them other suckers
That tell me to do bad, there done and them under covers
She think the demon's unfair, Hung wants to love her lover
After this verse she's not pickin' nare, one of them motherfuckers
Which (One)
You fuckin' with pick (one)
You label this fic(tion)
You lookin' there is (none) is (none)
Which (One)
You fuckin' with pick (one)
You label this fic(tion)
You lookin' there is (none) is (none)
In "Which One," Tech N9ne Collabos feat. Godemis MURS are showcasing their lyrical prowess, challenging anyone who claims to know them. The lyrics talk about their power and influence, hanging out with heretics and aiming where the red is, implying that they are not to be messed with. They also mention their unique way of thinking and problem-solving, stating that they try different angles to wreck tables or not. The song also talks about Godemis MURS's twin and the highs and lows of his life, particularly the violence in his poetry. He mentions his evil twin, letting go of him and not letting anyone close to him, taking a sip and starting to trip, and waking up not remembering anything. The song also includes a verse about Pick Three, who is messed up and sickly, killing and becoming a scumbag, giving love potions, and putting syphilis dick down the throat of a girl without her knowing it.
Line by Line Meaning
Yeah, which one of ya idiots claims that ya know me
Someone is claiming to know the singer but the singer is doubtful if they really do.
Ya don't have a clue so back up lil homie
The singer believes that the person claiming to know them is clueless and should leave.
My headpiece is heated I hang with heretics
The singer's mind is filled with passion and they spend time with people who go against the norm.
We load up and lock and aim where the red is
The artist and their companions prepare for conflict and direct their aim towards the source of aggression.
And bang where your head is, I bet y'all will beat it
The artist's group will shoot where the target's head is and the target will most likely run away.
Oh Dean, that's my dog, them words y'all will eat 'em
The singer's ally named Dean will prove the person claiming to know them wrong and make them feel foolish.
My power circlin' small, I think outta the box
The singer's influence may be small but they have unique and unconventional ideas.
And try different angles to wreck tables or not
The artist experiments with different approaches to achieve their goals or to abandon them altogether.
My shot's wet as a whistle, I'm on fire fam
The artist's aim is very accurate and they are performing exceptionally well.
Y'all don't even know that's my column in y'all's diagram
The artist is involved in something significant that others don't even realize.
Who they want, Godi or Donnie, ya better choose wisely
People have to decide which person they want to deal with, either Godi or Donnie.
Greet 'em with ketamine and then that Adderall IV, try me
The artist aggressively confronts their enemies with drugs and dares them to retaliate.
Checkin' to see if the guy's fearin' ya
The singer wants to see if their opponent is afraid of them.
They wishin' I would go stick my dick in the criteria
The singer's opponent would like them to make a mistake or fail in a particular way.
It's all good, doin' the type of shit y'all wish y'all could
The singer is confident in their actions and believes that others wish they could act as boldly.
Dippin' out with skaters through fuckin' acres in y'all hood
The artist is leaving with a group of skateboarders and traveling through the area where the person they were confronting is from.
The story of my twin and I, Pisces not a Gemini
The artist and their twin are Pisces, not Gemini.
One of us is underwater, other floatin' in the sky
One of the singer's twins is under water while the other is in the sky.
Highs and the lows of me, violence in the poetry
The singer experiences both highs and lows in life, and their poetry reflects this with violent themes.
My evil twin we goin' in, I told him to let go of me (Nigga let go!)
The artist's evil twin is causing trouble and the artist is telling them to stop.
Don't let nobody close to me, drunk when I'm not s'posed to be
The artist doesn't want anyone near them, especially when they are drunk and shouldn't be.
I take a sip, start to trip and won't nobody know it's me
The artist drinks and starts to feel the effects, but nobody around them knows what's happening.
One bottle Jameson, take it to the face and then
The singer drinks an entire bottle of Jameson whiskey in one go.
Now I'm talkin' 'bout the bodies buried in my basement
The artist is discussing the bodies they have buried in their basement.
Spirits talkin' to me, I can hear 'em, I can see 'em too
The singer hears and sees spirits talking to them.
Lookin' in the mirror and I tell 'em it's just me and you
The singer talks to the spirits in the mirror, telling them they are alone together.
One of us is goin' out, the one that's always showin' out
Either the singer or the spirits will not survive, and it will probably be the one that is the most visible or ostentatious.
I put my fist right through the glass and told that bitch to close his mouth
The artist punches through a window and tells someone to be quiet.
Hand bleedin' needin' medical attention
The artist's hand is injured and requires medical attention.
I'm feelin' no pain, I'm in a whole 'nother dimension
Despite the injury, the singer doesn't feel any pain and is in a different state of mind.
Next mornin' wake up, don't remember shit
The next morning, the singer doesn't remember anything that happened.
Bandage on my hand and dirty condom on my dick (Ugh)
The artist has a bandage on their hand and a used condom on their penis, which they find repulsive.
Pick three and guess what you get, me
The artist challenges someone to pick three random things and they will still end up with the artist.
I'm messed up and sickly
The artist is in a poor physical and mental state.
The head is a mystery, quickly twist tea
The singer's thought processes are mysterious, and they quickly make tea with a strange combination of ingredients.
With a idiotic mix-ly, hit exotic chicks gee
The artist uses strange tactics to attract women.
Killin' got it history
The singer has a history of killing people.
I've become a scumbag fuckbuddy needed to wipe after
The singer has become a repulsive sexual partner who their partners feel the need to clean up after.
She got me and my lady's cum rag, that's just one of the things I done bad
The singer has done something sexual with someone and used their and their partner's rag to clean up, which is only one of the many bad things they have done.
Like when I put Dulcolax liquid mixed it within my brother's rum flask
The artist recalls a time when they put a laxative in their brother's rum flask without them knowing.
I can make a love potion, give you the ocean
The artist can create a love potion, and give the person anything they desire.
Then you wake up in a pit gettin' instructions on how to rub ya lotion
The singer will create a situation where the person wakes up in a pit and gets instructions on how to use lotion.
You think I'm jokin' while listenin' to Drake's "The Motion"
The singer is serious, even while listening to a song by Drake called "The Motion".
I put syphilis dick down her throat and that's without her havin' a notion
The artist had sexual contact with someone without them knowing that they have syphilis.
I'm playin' I don't dare summon them other suckers
The artist is only joking and wouldn't dare to involve other people in their schemes.
That tell me to do bad, there done and them under covers
People who tell the artist to do bad things are hiding from the consequences of their actions.
She think the demon's unfair, Hung wants to love her lover
A person thinks that the singer, who is associated with demons, is unfair. A person named Hung wants to love their lover.
After this verse she's not pickin' nare, one of them motherfuckers
After this verse, the person won't pick anyone and will likely refuse to deal with anyone like the artist.
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