Tech N9ne Worldwide Choppers song lyrics
Feat Busta Rhymes, D-Loc, JL, Ceza, Uso, Yelawolf, Twista, Twisted Insane Tech N9ne Worldwide Choppers song lyrics
We started in the Midwest
Now we 'bout to take it
All over the world, baby!
This is the pinnacle!
Yeah, Tech N9ne!
Follow me, all around the planet, I run the gamut on sickology
They could never manage, we do damage wit' no apology
Pick ‘em out 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
Gimme the top of hip-hop and watch ‘im 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 ya just neal to me or ready to get near my heals
Gimme the knock and I'mma 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
Tripp it when I rip it, I be the ish when I split ‘em up
Sorta 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 brand is unanimous
Can I cuss? Fuck anybody, Tech is calamitous
Leave ‘em in the dust, ain't nobody tough when I'm standin' up
Tech is hostile, he's awful
He really be wicked when he off in the bottle
You wit' it, you dig it, you never lost the apostle
He's sick 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
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
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 a rejection 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 .22 and put a bullet inside of a
Motherfucker from inside 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
Feel every bump, like you had dead 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 trenchcoat 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
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 lick' a magic
After I wreck and check ya, then ya respect I better have it
‘Cause I'm an anomaly, able to give a lobotomy
To any motherfucker challengin' my astronomy
Hoppin' out, I don't stop with the fire when the flames thrown
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 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
Or even try to stop us 'cause we choppers and we worldwide
And I'm
See now 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, its 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'?
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 it comin' to killin' ‘em
Then he be gotta be drillin' ‘em, thinkin' "They gotta be feelin' ‘im!"
Spittin' lithium, see the way a nigga be spillin' ‘em?
And gettin' ‘em stupid to the point where there's no forgivin' ‘im?
Hopin' you're listenin' and you're payin' attention
And you're witnessin' the way that I be christenin 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!