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/
Worldwide Choppers
Tech N9ne Lyrics
Jump to: Overall Meaning ↴ Line by Line Meaning ↴
Sen kalk, bir minik mikrofonunu getir bak jak
Burada mikrofonuna tak kagit
Kalem bir de ilham alinacak gam gaz choppers,
Havada düsman avina çikalim akalim, haydi bu battle'i kazanalim
(We started in the Midwest)
(Now we 'bout to take it)
(This is the pinnacle!)
(Yeah, Tech N9ne!)
Follow me, all around the planet, I run the game with no Sickology
They could never manage, we do damage with' no apology
Pick 'em out the panic, a little manic 'cause I gotta be
Frantic, I'ma jam it 'cause I'm an oddity
Down for the trackin' like I'm grabbin' at my binoculars
I could pop at you, papa, 'cause I'm partners with' Waka Flocka
Gimme the top of hip-hop and watch 'I'm make 'em rock
With a show-stopper, chakras poppin' off the (Worldwide Choppers)
If you anybody, you notice it
Take as the pinnacle, now the ideal nickel solos it
Little coders to pull again, wrote it quick and they quoted it
Yo, when it exposed, the flow be hold it, 'cause when that motor spit
A-bi-de-a, bi-de-a, never to get free of the rear
Better to get just near the mirror, ready to get near my heels
Gimme the knock and I'ma chop it, he came and it went tomorrow
But I'ma lock it down and hop in the pocket like empanadas
Hit 'em up and get 'em up, I ain't done, I ain't did enough
Trippin' when I rip it, I be the X when I split 'em up
Sorta like I was liquored up and backin' up in the cup
Everybody be knowin' I be actin' up when I buzz
From Missouri to Canada, I be keepin' the stamina
If you never been a fan of the man, the planet's unanimous
Killa Kaz'll fuck anybody, Tech is calamitous
Leave 'em in the dust, anybody, Tech when I'm standin' up
Tech is hostile, he's awful
He really be wicked when he be off in the bottle
You with' it, you dig it, you never lost the apostle
He's thinkin' he can give it the Poe and toss it Picasso
Killin' everybody off is the motto
And I be the only chopper that's tossed in the brothel
You said it's pathetic, my head is off in the taco
I sped and you bled and you in the convo' when I go
I'm light years
Ahead of my peers
Want some, you can come bring it right here
(worldwide choppers)
Can't clown me
Don't come 'round me
Bow down, I was crowned when they found me
(K.C.)
Check it, I'm ahead of 'em, chop it up with the veteran
A legend developin', they gotta tell 'I'm it's evident
Gotta notice an elephant, none of you niggas relevant
You delicate, I'm lovin' every second of this
(Denmark)
De vil alle tjekke nar vi ligger det
Kommer ind og smaekker det beatet jeg vaekker det
I ved hvad der kommer ud af min mund
Hanger med de vildeste gutter
Det minder mig om vi stikker det af
For de kalder mig alle vild worldwide chopper
(Alabama)
What if I ran into you with' a Pogo stick?
Hopped up on top of you rappers like a Jehovah's Witness?
With' a photo of Jesus and a paper pamphlet
And I threw up more tracks like I was playin' Hamlet?
Syllable burnin', that internal damage
Swing, batter, batter, but then I lay back on a hammock
Under an oak tree, like I was peelin' pecans
But instead, I'm peelin' rappers' heads, makin' a sam-a-wich
Pick up a twenty two
And put a bullet inside a motherfucker
From a side of a 1987 box
I'm headed up, yeah, headed for bucks
Fuck 'em all, make 'em feel my dread like I had a head of locks
Feelin' rebuffed, like you had dead shots
When I hopped on the fuckin' beat and I worldwide chopped
When I fuck with' Tech N9ne, with the piranhas
I smoke a beat with' Mr. Busta Rhymes, well, sure, why not?
Really don't need to show any more of my cock
But I run across the stadium in a pair of your socks
In a trench coat with' the pencil and a watch
Then drop a verse before you can focus to read the clocks
Slumerican is out of control
Heat it up, beat it up, then I gotta go
But I'm a dump truck, just send another load
Peter Piper dump a pile of peppers in your throats
With' an alien probe
I'm light years
Ahead of my peers
Want some, you can come bring it right here
Can't clown me
Don't come 'round me
Bow down, I was crowned when they found me
Twista! (Chicago)
Like I gotta focus up in my rhythm
Or loosen the venom and hit 'em and give 'em astig-a-ma-tism
And then I'ma spit 'em somethin' so full of vengeance
That everybody'll wanna devour the pieces of my enemies 'cause of cannibalism
Breakin' 'em off into particles, they get in a predicament
That be never reversible 'cause a nigga be too versatile
Makin' you nervous, you could never compete with the colonel
I burn you, I'm an immortal, and that's the reason I murder you
Focus on my hocus pocus and make a likkle magic
After I wreck and check ya, then ya best pick a better habit
'Cause I'm an anomaly, able to give a lobotomy
To any motherfucker challengin' my astronomy
Hoppin' out, I don't stop when the flame stone
Now one of the most popular choppers and my name's known
Throwin' it up in the air, takin' it there
We W-W-C, if you can't keep up, shoulda stayed home
My-my-my alien knowledge be makin' other astronomers
Welcome to Los Angeles, a discovery of palentology
So play me and I'ma be shinin' on them haters
I'm finna be usin' it as energy, watch how radiant I'ma be
Like a helicopter when the words fly
Entire families all the way out to you girl die
If I catch you fuckin' with the most intricate lyricists
Or even try to stop us 'cause we choppers and we worldwide
And I'm
I'm light years
Ahead of my peers
Want some, you can come bring it right here
Can't clown me
Don't come 'round me
Bow down, I was crowned when they found me
(New York)
See how they ask when I'ma stomp on my dude
And when I'ma cock it and pop it, and what I'ma drop on my dude
Inevitably, instead I'ma be the most incredible dude
To ever spit on the record and put it together, my dude
And then they ask "What in the world is you provin'?
What, when you already the best? And what the hell is he doin'?"
Well, I'ma be choppin' and cuttin' and breakin' and beatin' and shakin'
And fuckin' everything up 'til there ain't no further mistakin'
And bustin' everything up like a fuckin' angry Jamaican
And shuttin' everything up, 'specially the ones who be hatin'
They lovin' everything until I got 'em stutterin' stupid
You hear 'em now? "D-d-d-d-don't do-do-do-do it!
P-P-P-Please? Wh-wh-wh-why you gotta t-try us?
W-w-w-w-we already know that you be the nicest!"
And now I'ma come and kill 'em, get 'em, hit 'em, and finish 'em
And bang 'em in the head and diminish 'em, and then I'll
Hit 'em again at a minimum, repeat comin' to kill 'em
Then he be gotta be drillin' 'em, thinkin' "They gotta be feelin' 'I'm!"
Spittin' lithium, see the way a nigga be spillin' 'em?
And gettin' 'em stupid to the point where there's no forgivin' 'I'm?
Hopin' you're listenin' and you're payin' attention
And you're witnessin' the way that I be crushin' on the mic
And gettin' in the zone, I be flattenin' and packin' in
People from the front to the back and
They got me actin' a fool, I'm blackin', nigga
Now I'm home!
I'm light years
Ahead of my peers
Want some, you can come bring it right here
Can't clown me
Don't come 'round me
Bow down, I was crowned when they found me
(Kansas City)
Make (something) retire instantly
I'm choppin', don't call me Michael Myers in my vicinity
The way I be killin' 'em with rhythm, it get illegitimate
The Yela will finish and end any predicament
And the enemies in the vicinity, I gotta mack up
They know they can never get with' me whenever they mention me
The hands of a lyrical criminal, more deadly than chemicals
Check my resume, they say that your boy's biblical
(California)
I dead 'em, I set 'em, and you can feel me
Diggin' up in your brain and bringin' the pain, and y'all fin' wanna kill me
Fillin' 'em with that fury, get up and hurry, you can feel the Remy
Comin' in with' that shit, I'm havin' a fit, and you will never peel me
I feel you when I'm on top of you, I got the drop on you
Been poppin' off, I'ma hit 'em up with' a bullet to the (Brain!)
You can look into the eyes of a heathen, breathin', you're fiendin'
And dreamin' to find a demon, I'm insane, I'm a worldwide (Chopper)
The lyrics of "Worldwide Choppers" by Tech N9ne describe a rap battle, where rappers from all over the world gather to compete against each other. The song is a showcase of the speed and technical ability of the participating rappers, with each one taking turns to deliver fast-paced and intricate verses. The aim is to outdo each other and emerge as the winner of the battle.
Throughout the song, Tech N9ne references his reputation as a leading rapper in the Midwest and asserts his dominance over the competition. He also highlights the international appeal of his music, as he is able to attract rappers from all over the world.
The song features rappers from Turkey, Denmark, Alabama, Chicago, New York, California and Kansas City. Each rapper brings their own unique style and perspective to the song, making for an engaging and diverse listening experience.
Line by Line Meaning
Sen kalk, bir minik mikrofonunu getir bak jak
Get up, bring your little microphone and check this out
Burada mikrofonuna tak kagit
Here, attach a piece of paper to your microphone
Kalem bir de ilham alinacak gam gaz choppers
And also grab a pen for inspiration, we're going to go all out with our fast rap
Havada düsman avina çikalim akalim, haydi bu battle'i kazanalim
Let's hunt down our enemies in the air, let's win this battle
(We started in the Midwest)
We began our journey in the Midwest region
(Now we 'bout to take it)
Now we're about to take it to the next level
(All over the world, baby!)
We're going to conquer the world with our music
(This is the pinnacle!)
This is the height of our success
(Yeah, Tech N9ne!)
Yeah, Tech N9ne!
Follow me, all around the planet, I run the game with no Sickology
Join me as I travel across the globe, dominating the rap game without any psychological tricks
They could never manage, we do damage with' no apology
Others can't handle us, we cause destruction without any remorse
Pick 'em out the panic, a little manic 'cause I gotta be
I choose my opponents in a panicked situation, fueled by my own madness
Frantic, I'ma jam it 'cause I'm an oddity
I'm filled with frenzy, I'll jam it up because I'm unique and unusual
Down for the trackin' like I'm grabbin' at my binoculars
I'm ready for the hunt, like I'm grabbing my binoculars
I could pop at you, papa, 'cause I'm partners with' Waka Flocka
I could attack you, my friend, because I'm collaborating with Waka Flocka
Gimme the top of hip-hop and watch 'I'm make 'em rock
Give me control of the hip-hop industry and witness how I make them rock
With a show-stopper, chakras poppin' off the (Worldwide Choppers)
With an amazing performance, blowing minds all around the world
If you anybody, you notice it
If you're somebody, you'll recognize it
Take as the pinnacle, now the ideal nickel solos it
Recognize it as the peak, the ideal moment that only a select few achieve
Little coders to pull again, wrote it quick and they quoted it
Talented rappers pulling off rapid-fire verses, writing them quickly and impressively
Yo, when it exposed, the flow be hold it, 'cause when that motor spit
When their rap style is revealed, everyone is amazed and captivated by their flow
A-bi-de-a, bi-de-a, never to get free of the rear
Quick syllables and rhymes, never escaping from the back of the rap pack
Better to get just near the mirror, ready to get near my heels
It's better to approach the mirror, getting ready to stay close to their talent and skills
Gimme the knock and I'ma chop it, he came and it went tomorrow
Give me a beat and I'll rap on it, even if it's short-lived and forgotten tomorrow
But I'ma lock it down and hop in the pocket like empanadas
But I'll secure my place and find my rhythm comfortably, just like empanadas being locked inside their pastry pockets
Hit 'em up and get 'em up, I ain't done, I ain't did enough
Engage with your opponents, get them riled up, I'm not finished, I haven't done enough
Trippin' when I rip it, I be the X when I split 'em up
Causing chaos when I deliver my fast rap, I split them up like the letter X
Sorta like I was liquored up and backin' up in the cup
Similar to being drunk and backing up into a corner
Everybody be knowin' I be actin' up when I buzz
Everyone knows I become wild and mischievous when I'm under the influence
From Missouri to Canada, I be keepin' the stamina
From Missouri to Canada, I maintain my energy and endurance
If you never been a fan of the man, the planet's unanimous
If you've never been a fan of the man, the whole planet agrees that you're missing out
Killa Kaz'll fuck anybody, Tech is calamitous
Killa Kaz is willing to challenge anyone, Tech N9ne is capable of causing chaos
Leave 'em in the dust, anybody, Tech when I'm standin' up
Leaving everyone behind, anyone who stands against me is no match for Tech N9ne
Tech is hostile, he's awful
Tech N9ne is aggressive and formidable
He really be wicked when he be off in the bottle
His true wickedness reveals itself when he's under the influence of alcohol
You with' it, you dig it, you never lost the apostle
If you're understanding and appreciating his style, you'll never lose touch with the prophet (Tech N9ne)
He's thinkin' he can give it the Poe and toss it Picasso
He believes he can reach the poetic mastery of Edgar Allan Poe and the artistic brilliance of Pablo Picasso
Killin' everybody off is the motto
His motto is to annihilate everyone in his path
And I be the only chopper that's tossed in the brothel
And he's the only rapper who can maneuver skillfully in any situation
You said it's pathetic, my head is off in the taco
You criticized him as being pathetic, but his mind is filled with creativity and brilliance
I sped and you bled and you in the convo' when I go
He moved fast, causing you pain and leaving you in the conversation when he's gone
I'm light years
He's far ahead
Ahead of my peers
Ahead of his contemporaries
Want some, you can come bring it right here
If you want to challenge him, you can bring it right here
(worldwide choppers)
He's proclaiming his status as a worldwide rap artist
Can't clown me
You can't mock him or make him a fool
Don't come 'round me
Don't approach him with any disrespect
Bow down, I was crowned when they found me
Bow down to him, because he was recognized as a rap king when he was discovered
Check it, I'm ahead of 'em, chop it up with the veteran
Listen, he's ahead of his competition, collaborating with experienced rappers
A legend developin', they gotta tell 'I'm it's evident
He's becoming a legendary figure, and others have to acknowledge it because it's obvious
Gotta notice an elephant, none of you niggas relevant
There's an elephant in the room that they must recognize, and none of the other rappers matter
You delicate, I'm lovin' every second of this
They are weak and fragile, and he's enjoying every moment of surpassing them
De vil alle tjekke nar vi ligger det
They will all check it out when we release it
Kommer ind og smaekker det beatet jeg vaekker det
Come in and hit the beat, I'll wake it up
I ved hvad der kommer ud af min mund
You know what comes out of my mouth
Hanger med de vildeste gutter
I hang out with the wildest guys
Det minder mig om vi stikker det af
It reminds me that we're escaping from it all
For de kalder mig alle vild worldwide chopper
Because they all call me the crazy worldwide chopper
What if I ran into you with' a Pogo stick?
What if I hit you with a Pogo stick?
Hopped up on top of you rappers like a Jehovah's Witness?
Jumping on top of you rappers like a Jehovah's Witness knocking on your door
With' a photo of Jesus and a paper pamphlet
With a photo of Jesus and a paper pamphlet in hand
And I threw up more tracks like I was playin' Hamlet?
And I released more tracks like I was performing the tragedy of Hamlet
Syllable burnin', that internal damage
Burning syllables, causing internal damage within the listeners
Swing, batter, batter, but then I lay back on a hammock
Swing, batter, batter, but then I relax on a hammock
Under an oak tree, like I was peelin' pecans
Under an oak tree, casually peeling pecans
But instead, I'm peelin' rappers' heads, makin' a sam-a-wich
But instead, I'm metaphorically peeling off rappers' heads, making a gruesome 'sam-a-wich'
Pick up a twenty two
Pick up a .22 caliber gun
And put a bullet inside a motherfucker
And shoot a bullet into someone
From a side of a 1987 box
From the side of a 1987 Chevrolet Caprice (box-type car)
I'm headed up, yeah, headed for bucks
I'm climbing up, yeah, chasing money and success
Fuck 'em all, make 'em feel my dread like I had a head of locks
Screw them all, make them feel my fearlessness and confidence like I had a head full of dreadlocks
Feelin' rebuffed, like you had dead shots
Feeling rejected, like you received fatal gunshots
When I hopped on the fuckin' beat and I worldwide chopped
When I started rapping on the beat and showcased my fast-paced worldwide chopping style
When I fuck with' Tech N9ne, with the piranhas
When I collaborate with Tech N9ne, who is known for his aggressive rap style
I smoke a beat with' Mr. Busta Rhymes, well, sure, why not?
I dominate a beat alongside Mr. Busta Rhymes, why not?
Really don't need to show any more of my cock
I don't need to prove myself any further
But I run across the stadium in a pair of your socks
But I'll run across the stadium wearing your socks as a sign of dominance
In a trench coat with' the pencil and a watch
Wearing a trench coat, carrying a pen and a watch
Then drop a verse before you can focus to read the clocks
Then I'll rap a verse before you have a chance to read the clocks
Slumerican is out of control
Slumerican (a collective) is uncontrollable and rebellious
Heat it up, beat it up, then I gotta go
I'll bring the heat, wreak havoc, and then I have to go
But I'm a dump truck, just send another load
But I'm unstoppable, just send more challenges my way
Peter Piper dump a pile of peppers in your throats
Like Peter Piper from the nursery rhyme, I'll make it difficult for you to rap by overwhelming you with wordplay
With' an alien probe
Using an alien object or technique to further my rap domination
Like I gotta focus up in my rhythm
I have to concentrate and focus on my rhythm
Or loosen the venom and hit 'em and give 'em astig-a-ma-tism
Or release my sharp and venomous rhymes, hitting them with astigmatism-inducing rap
And then I'ma spit 'em somethin' so full of vengeance
And then I'll deliver raps full of vengeance
That everybody'll wanna devour the pieces of my enemies 'cause of cannibalism
That everyone will want to consume the remains of my enemies out of a metaphorical hunger
Breakin' 'em off into particles, they get in a predicament
Breaking my enemies into smaller pieces, putting them in a difficult situation
That be never reversible 'cause a nigga be too versatile
A situation that can't be reversed because I'm too versatile and adaptable
Makin' you nervous, you could never compete with the colonel
Making you nervous, you can never compete with someone of my high rank (colonel)
I burn you, I'm an immortal, and that's the reason I murder you
I destroy you, I'm unstoppable, and that's why I kill you
Focus on my hocus pocus and make a likkle magic
Focus on my mysterious and captivating performance and create a little magic
After I wreck and check ya, then ya best pick a better habit
After I destroy you and examine the aftermath, you should find a better lifestyle
'Cause I'm an anomaly, able to give a lobotomy
Because I'm exceptional, capable of performing a mental operation on my opponents
To any motherfucker challengin' my astronomy
To anyone who dares challenge my expertise in the rap game
Hoppin' out, I don't stop when the flame stone
Jumping out, I don't stop when the beat starts
Now one of the most popular choppers and my name's known
Now considered one of the most popular fast rappers and my name is recognized
Throwin' it up in the air, takin' it there
Rising to the top, taking my career to new heights
We W-W-C, if you can't keep up, shoulda stayed home
We're the Worldwide Choppers, if you can't keep up with our speed, you should have stayed home
My-my-my alien knowledge be makin' other astronomers
My unique and advanced knowledge impresses other rappers
Welcome to Los Angeles, a discovery of palentology
Welcome to Los Angeles, where you'll discover a new type of rap artistry
So play me and I'ma be shinin' on them haters
So challenge me, and I'll shine brightly in the face of those who hate me
I'm finna be usin' it as energy, watch how radiant I'ma be
I'm going to use their negative energy as fuel, and see how radiant I'll become
Tech N9ne is known worldwide and dominant in the rap game
Can't clown me
You can't mock him or make him a fool
Don't come 'round me
Don't approach him with any disrespect
Bow down, I was crowned when they found me
Bow down to him, because he was recognized as a rap king when he was discovered
Make (something) retire instantly
Cause something to quickly retire or give up
I'm choppin', don't call me Michael Myers in my vicinity
He's chopping (rapping) at a rapid pace, don't compare him to the horror movie character Michael Myers
The way I be killin' 'em with rhythm, it gets illegitimate
His rhythmic rapping skills are so deadly, it becomes unfair or illegitimate
The Yela will finish and end any predicament
Yelawolf's (rapper) verse will conclude and resolve any difficult situation
And the enemies in the vicinity, I gotta mack up
And the enemies nearby, I have to impress or intimidate them
They know they can never get with' me whenever they mention me
They know they can never compete with him whenever they bring him up in conversation
The hands of a lyrical criminal, more deadly than chemicals
His rap skills are like the hands of a dangerous criminal, more lethal than any chemical
Check my resume, they say that your boy's biblical
Examine his rap history, they say he's extraordinary and legendary
I dead 'em, I set 'em, and you can feel me
I kill them, I unsettle them, and you can sense my presence
Diggin' up in your brain and bringin' the pain, and y'all fin' wanna kill me
Digging into your mind, causing pain, and making you want to retaliate against him
Fillin' 'em with that fury, get up and hurry, you can feel the Remy
Filling them with fury, making them act quickly, and feeling the intense energy
Comin' in with' that shit, I'm havin' a fit, and you will never peel me
Going all out with his rap style, having a fit of creativity, and never fully understanding or defeating him
I feel you when I'm on top of you, I got the drop on you
He feels your presence when he's dominating you, he has the advantage over you
Been poppin' off, I'ma hit 'em up with' a bullet to the (Brain!)
Been causing chaos, he's going to attack them fiercely with a bullet to their brains
You can look into the eyes of a heathen, breathin', you're fiendin'
You can face the gaze of a savage individual, seeking the air you breathe, and you're craving his attention
And dreamin' to find a demon, I'm insane, I'm a worldwide (Chopper)
And dreaming of encountering a dangerous person, he's insane, he's a global fast rapper
Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: Aaron Dontez Yates, Ausamah Saeed, Bilgin Ozcalkan, Carl Mitchell, Carl Terrell Mitchell, Demario Epps, Jason Michael Varnes, Michael Johnson, Michael Wayne Atha, Michael Summers, Trevor Smith
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
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0:06 Ceza (Turkey)
0:29 TechN9ne (Kansas City)
1:43 J.L. (Kansas City)
1:50 U$O (Denmark)
1:58 YelaWolf (Alabama)
2:56 Twista (Chicago)
3:56 Busta Rhymes (New York)
4:55 D-Loc (Kansas City)
5:10 Twisted Insane (California)
@premsarup1764
[Verse 1: Ceza (Turkey)]
Sen kalk, bir minik mikrofonunu getir
Bak jak burada, diktafonuna tak
Kağıt, kalem bir de ilham alınacak
Tam gaz choppers, havada düşman avına çıkalım
Akalım, haydi bu battle'ı kazanalım
[Intro]
We started in the Midwest
Now we 'bout to take it all over the world, baby
This is the pinnacle, yeah, Tech N9ne
[Verse 2: Tech N9ne (Kansas City)]
Follow me all around the planet, I run the gamut on Sickology
They could never manage, we do damage with no apology
Pick 'em off the panic, a little manic, ‘cause I gotta be
Frantic, I’ma jam it, ‘cause I'm an oddity
Gobble the track up like I'm grubbin' at Mama Nakas
I can pop at you proper ‘cause I’m partners with Waka Flocka
Give me the top of hip-hop
And watch him make 'em rock with a show-stopper
Chakras poppin' off the (Worldwide Choppers)
If you anybody, you notice it
Tech is the pinnacle, not an identical soul is it
Loaded, cold as the polar get
Wrote it quick and they quoted it
Yo, it exploded, the flow, behold it, ‘cause when the motor spit
A-bi-de-a, bi-de-a, never to get free of the real
Better get just kneel to me or ready to get near my heels
Give me the knock and I’ma chop
He came and he went tomorrow
But I’ma lock it down and hop in the pocket like empanadas
Hit 'em up and get 'em up
I ain't done, I ain't did enough
Trippin' when I rip it , I be the ish when I spit 'em up
Sort of like I was liquored up and backin' up in the gut
Everybody be knowin' I be actin' up when I bust
From Missouri to Canada, I be keepin' the stamina
If you never been a fan of the man the planet's unanimous
Can I cuss? Fuck anybody! Tech is calamitous
Leave them in the dust ain't nobody tough when I'm standin' up
Tech is hostile, he's awful
He really be wicked when he be off in the bottle
You with it, you dig it, you never lost the apostle
He's thinkin' he give it the Poe and toss in Picasso
Killin' everybody off is the motto
And I be the only chopper that's tossed in the brothel
You said it's pathetic, my head is off in the taco
I sped and you bled and you in the coffin when I go
[Chorus: Tech N9ne]
I'm light years ahead of my peers
Want some, you can come bring it right here (Worldwide Choppers)
Can't clown me, don't come 'round me
Bow down, I was crowned when they found me
[Verse 3: J.L. (Kansas City)]
Check it, I'm ahead of 'em
Chop it up with the veterans
A legend developin'
Ain't gotta tell him it's evident
Gotta notice an elephant
None of you niggas relevant
You're delicate, but lovin' every second of this
[Verse 4: U$O (Denmark)]
De vil alle tjekke, når vi ligger det
Kommer ind og smækker det, beatet - jeg vækker det
I ved hva', der kommer ud af min mund
Hænger med de vildeste gutter
Det minder mig om, vi stikker det af
For de kalder mig alle "vild fucking chopper"
[Verse 5: Yelawolf (Alabama)]
What if I ran into you with a pogo stick
Hopped up on top of you rappers like a Jehovah's Witness
With a photo of Jesus and a paper pamphlet
And I threw up more churches like I was playin' Hamlet
Syllable burnin', that internal damage
Swing, batter, batter, but then I lay back on a hammock
Under an oak tree like I was peelin' pecans
But instead I'm peelin' rappers' heads, makin' a sand-a-wich
Pick up a .22 and put a bullet inside of a
Motherfucka from Westside, a 1987 box
I'm headed up, yeah, headed for bucks
Fuck 'em all, make them feel my dread like I had a head of locks
Feel every bump like you had bad shocks
But I hopped on the fuckin' beat and I worldwide chopped
Wanna fuck with Tech N9ne, twist up the pine
And smoke a beat with Mr. Busta Rhymes? Well sure, why not?
Really don't need to show any more of my cock
But I run across the stadium in a pair of your socks
In a trench coat with the pencil and a watch
Then drop a verse before you can focus to read the clocks
Slumerican is out of control
Heat it up, beat it up, then I gotta go
But I'm a dump truck, just send another load
Peter Piper dump a pile of peppers in your throats
With an alien probe
[Chorus: Tech N9ne]
I'm light years ahead of my peers
Want some, you can come bring it right here (Worldwide Choppers)
Can't clown me, don't come 'round me
Bow down, I was crowned when they found me
[Verse 6: Twista (Chicago)]
Twista
Like I gotta focus up in my rhythm or loosen the venom
And hit 'em and give 'em astig-a-ma-tism
And then I'ma spit 'em somethin' so full of vengeance
That everybody'll wanna devour the pieces
Of my enemies ‘cause of cannibalism
Breakin' them off into particles
They get in a predicament that be never reversible
‘Cause a nigga be too versatile, makin' you nervous
You could never compete with the colonel
I burn you, I'm an immortal, and that's the reason I murder you
Focus on my hocus pocus and make a likkle magic
After I wreck and check ya, then your respect I better have
Because I'm an anomaly, then I'ma give a lobotomy
To any motherfucker challengin' my astronomy
Hoppin', I don’t stop with the fire when the flames thrown
I'm one of the most popular choppers and my name's known
Throwin' it up in the air, takin' it there
We WWC, if you can't keep up shoulda stayed home
My alien knowledge be makin' other astronomers'
Work look as ancient as a discovery of paleontology
So play me and I'ma be shinin' on them haters
I'm finna be usin' it as energy, watch how radiant I'ma be
Like a helicopter when the words fly
Entire families all the way out to you girl die
If I catch you fuckin' with the most intricate lyricists
Don't even try to stop us, ‘cause we choppers and we worldwide
And I'm—
[Chorus: Tech N9ne]
I'm light years ahead of my peers
Want some, you can come bring it right here (Worldwide Choppers)
Can't clown me, don't come 'round me
Bow down, I was crowned when they found me
[Verse 7: Busta Rhymes (New York)]
See, now they ask when I'ma stop it, my dude
And when I'ma cock it and pop it and when I'ma drop it, my dude
Inevitably, it's that I'ma be the most incredible dude
To ever spit on the record and put it together, my dude
And then they ask “What in the world is you provin'
When you were already the best?” and “What the hell is he doin'?”
Well, I'ma be choppin' and cuttin'
And breakin' and beatin' and shakin'
And fuckin' everything up 'til I make no further mistake and
Bustin' everything up like a fuckin' angry Jamaican
And shuttin' everything up, especially the ones who be hatin'
They lovin' everything until I got 'em stutterin' stupid
You hear 'em now? “D-d-d-d-don’t do-do-do-do it!
P-p-p-please, wh-wh-wh-why you gotta t-try us?
W-w-w-w-we already know that you be the nicest”
And now I'ma come and kill 'em
Get 'em, hit 'em and finish 'em
And bang 'em in the head and diminish them
And then I'll hit 'em again at a minimum
Repeat it, comin' to killin' 'em
Then he be gotta be drillin' 'em
Thinkin', “They gotta be feelin' him!”
Spittin' lithium, see the way a nigga be spillin' 'em
And gettin' 'em stupid to the point where there's no forgivin' him
Hopin' you're listenin' and you're payin' attention
And you're witnessin' the way that I be christenin' in the mic
And gettin' in the zone, I be flattenin' and packin' in
People from the front to the back and
They got me actin' a fool, I'm black and, nigga, now I’m home!
[Chorus: Tech N9ne]
I'm light years ahead of my peers
Want some, you can come bring it right here (Worldwide Choppers)
Can't clown me, don't come 'round me
Bow down, I was crowned when they found me
[Verse 8: D-Loc (Kansas City)]
My fire annihilate make fighters retire instantly
I’m choppin' ‘em: call me Michael Myers in my vicinity
The way I be killin' 'em with rhythm, it get illegitimate
The Gilla will finish any in a predicament
Any enemies in the vicinity, I gotta mack up
They know they never can get with me whenever they mention me
The history of a lyrical criminal more deadly than chemicals
Check my resume, they said the Gillgod’s biblical
[Verse 9: Twisted Insane (California)]
I hit 'em with venom when I get up in 'em
I bend 'em and send 'em and you can feel me
Diggin' up in your brain and bringin' the pain
They often wanna kill me
Fillin' 'em with that fury, get up and hurry
You can feel the real me
Comin' up with that shit, I'm havin' a fit
And you will never peel me
Off of you when I'm on top of you, I got the drop on you
And poppin' often, hit ‘em up with a bullet to the (Brain)
You can look into the eyes of a heathen, breathin'
You’re fiendin' and dreamin' to find a demon, name insane
I’m a worldwide (Chopper)
@akane.sakurada
+T9 Experience
he actually says:
You, get up! get your microphone
Look, here is the jack, connect your mic
We're gonna get paper, pen and inspiration
Non-stop choppers, let's hunt enemies in the air
Let's flow, let's win this battle
poor translate
@EddyFower
Verse 1: Ceza (Turkey)]
Sen kalk, bir minik mikrofonunu getir
Bak jak burada, diktafonuna tak
Kağıt, kalem bir de ilham alınacak
Tam gaz choppers, havada düşman avına çıkalım
Akalım, haydi bu battle'ı kazanalım
[Intro]
We started in the Midwest
Now we 'bout to take it all over the world, baby
This is the pinnacle, yeah, Tech N9ne
[Verse 2: Tech N9ne (Kansas City)]
Follow me all around the planet, I run the gamut on Sickology
They could never manage, we do damage with no apology
Pick 'em off the panic, a little manic, ‘cause I gotta be
Frantic, I’ma jam it, ‘cause I'm an oddity
Gobble the track up like I'm grubbin' at Mama Nakas
I can pop at you proper ‘cause I’m partners with Waka Flocka
Give me the top of hip-hop
And watch him make 'em rock with a show-stopper
Chakras poppin' off the (Worldwide Choppers)
If you anybody, you notice it
Tech is the pinnacle, not an identical soul is it
Loaded, cold as the polar get
Wrote it quick and they quoted it
Yo, it exploded, the flow, behold it, ‘cause when the motor spit
A-bi-de-a, bi-de-a, never to get free of the real
Better get just kneel to me or ready to get near my heels
Give me the knock and I’ma chop
He came and he went tomorrow
But I’ma lock it down and hop in the pocket like empanadas
Hit 'em up and get 'em up
I ain't done, I ain't did enough
Trip when I rip it up, I be the ish when I split 'em up
Sort of like I was liquored up and backin' up in the gut
Everybody be knowin' I be actin' up when I bust
From Missouri to Canada, I be keepin' the stamina
If you never been a fan of the man the planet's unanimous
Can I cuss? Fuck anybody! Tech is calamitous
Leave them in the dust ain't nobody tough when I'm standin' up
Tech is hostile, he's awful
He really be wicked when he be off in the bottle
You with it, you dig it, you never lost the apostle
He's thinkin' he give it the Poe and toss in Picasso
Killin' everybody off is the motto
And I be the only chopper that's tossed in the brothel
You said it's pathetic, my head is off in the taco
I sped and you bled and you in the coffin when I go
[Hook: Tech N9ne]
I'm light years ahead of my peers
Want some, you can come bring it right here
Can't clown me, don't come 'round me
Bow down, I was crowned when they found me
[Verse 3: J.L. (Kansas City)]
Check it, I'm ahead of 'em
Chop it up with the veterans
A legend developin'
Ain't gotta tell him it's evident
Gotta notice an elephant
None of you niggas relevant
You're delicate, but lovin' every second of this
[Verse 4: U$O (Denmark)]
De vil alle tjekke, når vi ligger det
Kommer ind og smækker det, beatet - jeg vækker det
I ved hva', der kommer ud af min mund
Hænger med de vildeste gutter
Det minder mig om, vi stikker det af
For de kalder mig alle "vild fucking chopper"
[Verse 5: Yelawolf (Alabama)]
What if I ran into you with a pogo stick
Hopped up on top of you rappers like a Jehovah's Witness
With a photo of Jesus and a paper pamphlet
And I threw up more churches like I was playin' Hamlet
Syllable burnin', that internal damage
Swing, batter, batter, but then I lay back on a hammock
Under an oak tree like I was peelin' pecans
But instead I'm peelin' rappers' heads, makin' a sand-a-wich
Pick up a .22 and put a bullet inside of a
Motherfucka from inside a 1987 box
I'm headed up, yeah, headed for bucks
Fuck 'em all, make them feel my dread like I had a head of locks
Feel every bump like you had bad shocks
But I hopped on the fuckin' beat and I worldwide chopped
Wanna fuck with Tech N9ne, twist up the pine
And smoke a beat with Mr. Busta Rhymes? Well sure, why not?
Really don't need to show any more of my cock
But I run across the stadium in a pair of your socks
In a trench coat with the pencil and a watch
Then drop a verse before you can focus to read the clocks
Slumerican is out of control
Heat it up, beat it up, then I gotta go
But I'm a dump truck, just send another load
Peter Piper dump a pile of peppers in your throats
With an alien probe
[Hook: Tech N9ne]
I'm light years ahead of my peers
Want some, you can come bring it right here
Can't clown me, don't come 'round me
Bow down, I was crowned when they found me
[Verse 6: Twista (Chicago)]
Like I gotta focus up in my rhythm or loosen the venom
And hit 'em and give 'em astig-a-ma-tism
And then I'ma spit 'em somethin' so full of vengeance
That everybody'll wanna devour the pieces
Of my enemies ‘cause of cannibalism
Breakin' them off into particles
They get in a predicament that be never reversible
‘Cause a nigga be too versatile, makin' you nervous
You could never compete with the colonel
I burn you, I'm an immortal, and that's the reason I murder you
Focus on my hocus pocus and make a likkle magic
After I wreck and check ya, then your respect I better have
Because I'm an anomaly, then I'ma give a lobotomy
To any motherfucker challengin' my astronomy
Hoppin', I don’t stop with the fire when the flames thrown
I'm one of the most popular choppers and my name's known
Throwin' it up in the air, takin' it there
We WWC, if you can't keep up shoulda stayed home
My alien knowledge be makin' other astronomers'
Work look as ancient as a discovery of paleontology
So play me and I'ma be shinin' on them haters
I'm finna be usin' it as energy, watch how radiant I'ma be
Like a helicopter when the words fly
Entire families all the way out to you girl die
If I catch you fuckin' with the most intricate lyricists
Don't even try to stop us, ‘cause we choppers and we worldwide
And I'm—
[Hook: Tech N9ne]
I'm light years ahead of my peers
Want some, you can come bring it right here
Can't clown me, don't come 'round me
Bow down, I was crowned when they found me
[Verse 7: Busta Rhymes (New York)]
See, now they ask when I'ma stop it, my dude
And when I'ma cock it and pop it and when I'ma drop it, my dude
Inevitably, it's that I'ma be the most incredible dude
To ever spit on the record and put it together, my dude
And then they ask “What in the world is you provin'
When you were already the best?” and “What the hell is he doin'?”
Well, I'ma be choppin' and cuttin'
And breakin' and beatin' and shakin'
And fuckin' everything up 'til I make no further mistake and
Bustin' everything up like a fuckin' angry Jamaican
And shuttin' everything up, especially the ones who be hatin'
They lovin' everything until I got 'em stutterin' stupid
You hear 'em now? “D-d-d-d-don’t do-do-do-do it!
P-p-p-please, wh-wh-wh-why you gotta t-try us?
W-w-w-w-we already know that you be the nicest”
And now I'ma come and kill 'em
Get 'em, hit 'em and finish 'em
And bang 'em in the head and diminish them
And then I'll hit 'em again at a minimum
Repeat it, comin' to killin' 'em
Then he be gotta be drillin' 'em
Thinkin', “They gotta be feelin' him!”
Spittin' lithium, see the way a nigga be spillin' 'em
And gettin' 'em stupid to the point where there's no forgivin' him
Hopin' you're listenin' and you're payin' attention
And you're witnessin' the way that I be christenin' in the mic
And gettin' in the zone, I be flattenin' and packin' in
People from the front to the back and
They got me actin' a fool, I'm black and, nigga, now I’m home!
[Hook: Tech N9ne]
I'm light years ahead of my peers
Want some, you can come bring it right here
Can't clown me, don't come 'round me
Bow down, I was crowned when they found me
[Verse 8: D-Loc (Kansas City)]
My fire annihilate make fighters retire instantly
I’m choppin' ‘em: call me Michael Myers in my vicinity
The way I be killin' 'em with rhythm, it get illegitimate
The Gilla will finish any in a predicament
Any enemies in the vicinity, I gotta mack up
They know they never can get with me whenever they mention me
The history of a lyrical criminal more deadly than chemicals
Check my resume, they said the Gillgod’s biblical
[Verse 9: Twisted Insane (California)]
I hit 'em with venom when I get up in 'em
I bend 'em and send 'em and you can feel me
Diggin' up in your brain and bringin' the pain
They often wanna kill me
Fillin' 'em with that fury, get up and hurry
You can feel the real me
Comin' up with that shit, I'm havin' a fit
And you will never peel me
Off of you when I'm on top of you, I got the drop on you
And poppin' often, hit ‘em up with a bullet to the (brain)
You can look into the eyes of a heathen, breathin'
You’re fiendin' and dreamin' to find a demon, name insane
I’m a worldwide (Chopper)
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@Aspect.772
This song charged my phone.
@fighterck6241
😹
@vers8278
I like minecraft
@hasanhusrev3090
Where are you from bro
@Aspect.772
@@hasanhusrev3090 Florida why?
@gabrieldavenport1395
@@Aspect.772 tryna fuck?
@iridescentgirl2744
The fact that they actually pronounce every single word perfectly without mumbling it is just insane
@JB-nf7yi
That's what you call quality
@laoai3932
I’m thinkin’ about Alabama boy Yela, his flow’s incredible but I don’t really heard his “Of” be pronounced as normal! It’s hidden!
@ColorMeIn
I think that’s where the talent is