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Tech N9ne – Lord of Weird Lyrics

I am here to muzzle who
Those who think their hustle new
They’re not any trouble to the L.O.W. Play this song
[Verse 1]
When I first started out
Thought to myself, “Spread your heart about”
Never thought that people look at my art and doubt
Wanna bar this mouth, then they darted out
Then the same energy let it charted out (Chuh)
King James, that show you things changed
To the Queen Weymon with King Waynes from Ving Rhames
The scene came from extreme brains to teen lames
Get your green, mane, while I fling Strange in a bling lane (Chuh)
So I go dye my hair rojo
Way back in ’99, homies who saw me call me homo
But then the rumors started that I worship Jesus logo
Flippin’ it upside down but no-no, so many fear this wicked bozo
But now it’s accepted like they finally infected
With the formidable Tech shit, like it’s normal to go mesh with
The darkness (Chuh)
I was on a mission, black sphere
20 years ago, but now they love it
Isn’t that weird? shit
Fatally spray on these hits
Place go like Dave-o, Waco
When I ain’t flow, he pray on these tricks
I’m the nigga with the spiked hair
Painted face with the robe, night scare
Many people think ’cause I was quite rare
But tonight, there for the nightmare
[Bridge]
Oh, this is not, lost what I seek (Spirits, spirits, spirits)
Oh, this cigar up my sleeve (Spirits, spirits, spirits)
I am here to muzzle who
Those who think their hustle new
They’re not any trouble to the L.O.W. [Chorus]
Oh, Lord
This thing is
So (Weird, weird) yours
So bring it
Home, Lord
This thing is
So (Weird, weird) yours (Weird, weird)
So bring it [Chorus]
Oh, Lord
This thing is
So (Weird, weird) yours
So bring it
Home, Lord
This thing is
So (Weird, weird) yours (Weird, weird)
So bring it
[Verse 2]
I’m the nigga that started this
But I didn’t switch my hips like a bitch and dress like Spartacus
My art is sick, bombarded with retarded quick
Nice flows for the psychos
They don’t like those with the tight clothes
What they want is Tecca N9na when the light goes
Way low, the K.O.D.

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Tech N9ne – No Reason (The Mosh Pit Song) (feat. Machine Gun Kelly & Y2)

[Intro: Krizz Kaliko & Tech N9ne]
We are leaders
This Tecca N9na in your arena
We saw no reason

[Hook: Y2]
Yea
Start shit
For no reason, mosh pit
For no reason, our shit
For no reason, the hardest
For no reason, start shit
For no reason, mob shit
For no reason, mosh pit
For no reason, mosh pit

[Bridge: Y2]
I just think you fucking with the wrong one
Times like this I don’t know how to have fun
I think I’ma fuck somebody up (fuck ’em up)
You gon’ need someone to hold you up
What the fuck

[Verse 1: Tech N9ne]
My city stand up
Stoppin’ people that got into my city and what
Copyin’ me and the property, poppy ya jammed up
With akis the cam bust, don’t mock me the brand’s us
Strange music the game shoot this right at the fakers
They came stupid with the claim you can took for you change and name usage
Steppin’ to me
Link with the lane and you lose indefinitely
Ready for ruckus really we reppin’ the B.. Ah Ah
This the eviction notice, missingly quick and go get
Hit us and consider me and my nigga be sick and roguish
Stop you ain’t ready to brawl, you can hang
Lock you too dead in the jaw, you claim Strange
It ain’t came
The Kan City to jam with me
You damn sissy eat up a oxy
To stand stiffly in my pants with me
Never honor who bringing drama to the Don
If you continue now gonna do what I come to do
Guess what I’ma do

[Hook: Y2 & (Machine Gun Kelly)]
Start shit
For no reason, mosh pit
For no reason, our shit
For no reason, the hardest
For no reason, start shit
For no reason, mob shit
For no reason, mosh pit
For no reason, mosh pit
(Let’s get to it)

[Bridge: Y2 & (Machine Gun Kelly)]
I just think you fucking with the wrong one (the wrong one tho!)
Times like this I don’t know how to have fun (I don’t know!)
I think I’ma fuck somebody up, fuck ’em up (gunna)
You gon’ need someone to hold you up (hold you up, huh)
What the fuck

[Verse 2: Machine Gun Kelly]
It’s only one option
You gon’ need a doctor
I ain’t talkin’ ’bout the one from Compton
Arms, feet, legs all gone like I’m Don Corleone
Hiring James Bond that’s what I’m on
Remain calm but aware that I’m armed and dangerous
See Double X is known to gang with us
So hang tight I’m trying to get this right
You think ’cause I wrote a pop hit that I won’t pop shit?
The fuck’s wrong with you Pop-Tarts?
I pop cherries and popstars, you popsicles is not hard
Popped in on the top charts out the cop car
To remind y’all you just rap and not God
And I don’t care who got bars
Because they don’t acknowledge mine
So show me who got scars
Show me the greatest on the stage and the arena
Bet they point they finger up at the Gunner and Tecca N9na

[Bridge: Y2]
I just think you fucking with the wrong one
Times like this I don’t know how to have fun
I think I’ma fuck somebody up
You gon’ need someone to hold you up
What the fuck

[Verse 3: Y2]
She will not leave a bunch of passes
I just wanna see that ass
Caribou Lou in my glass yeah
I start a riot by accident
Somebody been showing ass again
I just started throwing some cash again
Pushing the crowd we harassing them
If you start making me mad

[Hook: Y2]
Start shit
For no reason, mosh pit
For no reason, our shit
For no reason, the hardest
For no reason, start shit
For no reason, mob shit
For no reason, mosh pit
For no reason, mosh pit

[Outro: Krizz Kaliko]
We are leaders
We saw a reason

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Tech N9ne – The Answer (feat. Ces Cru & Krizz Kaliko) (Dominion Deluxe Version Album)

[Hook: Krizz Kaliko]
Yeah, I think they got me fucked up
Everybody better hold up
Cause they don’t be feeling you like they feelin’ me
And I think I’m the answer

[Verse 1: Ubiquitous]
I really had to break it down
I really had to keep it simple
I had to run up and down the court watching y’all like the league official
I never had to keep a pistol
If I did shoot, I’d shoot to kill
Talk is talk and that’s cheap to me
But nobody really know what I do for real
I am what I always been, white kid with the rapping skill
Maintain that I’m self-sustained
Still CES came as a package deal
Run shit like in track and field
I’ll pass baton in decathlon
Search around and go find a verse where I came soft and I was slackin’ on
Puff puff and I’ll pass it on
My team strong and we here to win
Repping hard for the underground, I’m an emcee and a lyricist
Many men tried to mirror this
They was scheming on me like a pyramid
But they theory is full of bullet holes
Period point blank I shoulda known

[Hook: Krizz Kaliko]
Yeah, I think they got me fucked up
Everybody better hold up
Cause they don’t be feeling you like they feelin’ me
And I think I’m the answer

[Verse 2: Tech N9ne]
I rap until my tongues tired
I spit it like it’s gun fire
Anybody tellin me I’m not the best it gotta be I wear a mask like an umpire
Sayin I should hang it up in music you’re a plum liar
A dumb guy or you’re a bum sire tellin me I’m inadequate knowing it’s not anyone higher
(UP)
That is where I am bitch
Up in the clouds eating a industry sandwich look it I can spit cutting em up
And is fuck it I’m feelin funny bout fair weather fan shit
Kansas, City King has landed
Anything remotely close to nope when I quote you’re choked with a velvet rope, Janet
Is he crazy? Sho Lia wicked like Fangoria
Fool is hatin cause he don’t understand my communication, Nokia
Tecca N9na spit it so clear like Ho sheer
When I get to rippin this flow here
All the women go ta grabbin their crotch they all screamin OH DEAR!

[Hook: Krizz Kaliko]
Yeah, I think they got me fucked up
Everybody better hold up
Cause they don’t be feeling you like they feelin’ me
And I think I’m the answer

[Verse 3: Krizz Kaliko]
Armed and dangerous
Kali baby, y’all can never hang with us
Y’all strange to us
Y’all niggas be gambling or rambling
Count another mil’, it’s chump change to us
I’m joking
If I’m N9ne I keep that pistol smoking
By design to find your prime time if their eyes open
Sign of the times ain’t dependent on the rhymes
Quoted rockabye to smoking on the pipe but doing lines of cocaine
I don’t rock that shit
I’ma drop that dime like they committed to crime on divine lines that I’ve spoken
So get up if you can get the picture
Only hurt ya if the shoe fits ya
I really can’t stay on my time zone
I ain’t user friendly word to iPhone
A different creature, every feature I get on is my song

[Hook: Krizz Kaliko]
Well I, Well I know you got me fucked up
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, better hold up
See they don’t be feeling you like they feeling me
And I know I’m that answer

[Verse 4: Godemis]
Too old for this bullshit
Zoned out, turned up
Your gross must pass through fire and that’s why
I’m burned up
Hell all in my head, peace (Got a)
Gapin’ hole in my heart too (But I)
Won’t pray to no savior (Why?)
These days I’m too smart to
I ain’t came up for no air yet
I put dough down on a fare bet
Niggas hood rich, I ain’t there yet
But I got holes like a clarinet
And I jug lean and I pop pills
And they hate Dean ’cause I got skills
If these pussies don’t shoot me, you can bet that the punk cops will
I give two shits about who’s with you
Laugh loud when that boom hit you
On the role, like I’m too cripple
Getting twisted like two nipples
My soul’s darker than nightride but no night light, I write all day
I get fancy with them blades in, and leave blood stains in the hallway

[Hook: Krizz Kaliko]
Yeah, I think they got me fucked up
Everybody better hold up
Cause they don’t be feeling you like they feelin’ me
And I think I’m the answer

[Outro: Krizz Kaliko]
Watch out

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Tech N9ne – Choosin

[Intro: Tech N9ne]
Had a shindig everybody in mi casa
When I was approached by a lady trying to blend me proper
When she asked if I really was the king of the choppers
Bitch, I’m Mufasa

[Hook: Brandoshis]
Let me know if you rolling
Let me know if you down
Cause I see you choosing
You know I hold it down
Even though I came a long way from the blocks
Still wave my finger to the cops
I see you like what I got
So let me know if you rolling
Let me know if you down
I see you choosing
[Verse 1: Tech N9ne]
Aye
With this bimbo, get this indo
Said she wanna give me hella vicious dingo
‘Bout to make the music crescendo
So don’t nobody hear me knock it out with the quickness Kimbo
So I had to get the bitches info
The choppers mental, lovely ladies suck it, stay silento
Resemble monkey wrench though
I don’t need your credentials
We men though
Leave you in light and leave you in limbo
She chose
N9ne I’m impossible to figure and decode
She wanna really welcome me to the freak show
She fuck with the homies, Sav Siccness and Bleezo
She said that both of my homies they gave her the heave ho
But she never had me killin’ it befo’
So I gave her the meat and it was more than Rodigo
She coming to every blur party we throw
(Tim Tebow)
Fakers be oozing illusions
They said they banging; but they moving and grooving
That’s why the ladies want the dude with the fusion
Of indica oil and Keith who’d’n and coolin’
Stuffed and puffed like a Cuban
You trippin’, she left with us
You get bruised and contusions
Used and abused and fooled
Cos’ Tecca N9na, she choosin’

[Hook: Brandoshis]
Let me know if you rolling
Let me know if you down
Cause I see you choosing
You know I hold it down
Even though I came a long way from the blocks
Still wave my finger to the cops
I see you like what I got
So let me know if you rolling
Let me know if you down
I see you choosing

[Verse 2: Tech N9ne]
Aye
Choosin’ me because I make her nod
Wanna eat my dick up like a brat
Ya niggas hope that Tecca N9na rot
They never close enough to get a shot
Cause I be chilling way up at the top
But we never too comfortable and thinking it won’t pop
You can bet that the heaters on my family stay cocked
And my governors ready for the petty who said he hot
‘Cause I beat, beat, beat, beat, beat her
With the d and not D Jeter
Then I found out she a queef skeeter
When I mixed OJ with the Beef-eater
Your girly’s punani it was a deep greeter
Coming at me you’ll be a hit by the peace bleeder
I’m a beast I beat beep and she’s cheater
She want me in her mouth, I would at least feed her
You know the rules of the game
Your bitch just chose me
We can handle this like we got some classic
Get into the gangster shit if you tripping low-key
Women is never nothing to steal
When you making hella bread and you go from here to Brazil
So you gotta know I’m the nigga that she wanna get to for big thrills for real

[Hook: Brandoshis]
Let me know if you rolling
Let me know if you down
Cause I see you choosing
You know I hold it down
Even though I came a long way from the blocks
Still wave my finger to the cops
I see you like what I got
So let me know if you rolling
Let me know if you down
I see you choosing