Midwest Choppers

[Intro: Tech N9ne] Welcome to misery, punk! We deep rooted in this, y'all hear what I'm sayin'? KCMO! KCK! Yerm sayin'? It's how we do it Tech N9ne in this piece Strange Music represent! What!? [Verse 1: Tech N9ne] Welcome to Missouri where the killers pop it off And when I say pop it off I mean Deadly with the tongue or the gun We can do it if anybody want it, rather rapping Or get to clapping up another, tell everyone Misery Loves Kompany so we dump at thee Enemy when it be energy sendin’ me the route Of negativity, trippin' with me, you runnin' for your life 'Cause you ran your mouth (Mouth) [Chorus: Tech N9ne] We can sang or we can bang It ain’t no game we untamed Whether it’s fame or we can aim Release your brains it ain’t no thang (Midwest Choppers) Yer'm sayin', we livin' in pain And it’s a shame that you Came and got drained and listen Man, stay in your lane (Midwest Choppers) Sang or we can bang It ain’t no game we untamed Whether it’s fame or we can aim Release your brains it ain’t no thang (Midwest Choppers) Yer'm sayin', we livin' in pain And it’s a shame that you Came and got drained and listen Man, stay in your lane (Midwest Choppers) [Verse 2: Tech N9ne] Finna witness the murderous monologue of a menace Comin' from out of a sinister formidable place I can let you know the ins and the outs And I can spit it wicked, twisted And you can see by the look of my face Gimme the mic and I’ma mangle it, tangle it Definitely the people see that I got the hang of it Pity you gotta try to make a mockery of a city who Block 'em and block 'em, buck at you baby we dangerous Came to get strange with it, bang with it Stop and get a little untame with it Get to choppin' like I'm fully a bully with a hoodie Should he get up and take 'em out or spit 'caine with it? Well the answer is right before your eyes - who do you despise? Killers who chop you we got to stop you Pop you partner, you gushin' Get up outta the way when Tecca Nina be bustin' Gotta give it up, I’m a veteran like Edison I’ma light 'em up and get in your head again I’m better than ever, never let a feather in, death he be fetishin' Sever it, hit the mic and then we peddlin' medicine I’m a chopper, chopper, chopper! Automatic kickin' the ammunition Killin' the competition, no it ain’t nobody Hotter, hotter, hotter! Damagin' everything and everybody You know we on a mission, listen to me How can I make you understand I'm a general Even if you poppin' the competition is minimal Kan-city killers and you can bet that we criminal The demon inside of me keep on tellin' me when to go So I’ma keep reppin' the midwest choppers freakin' flows And I’m 'bout to be up on top of this and truly be bustin' Beggin' for mercy, you punk I ain’t givin' you nothing (Nothing) [Chorus: Tech N9ne] We can sang or we can bang It ain’t no game we untamed Whether it’s fame or we can aim Release your brains it ain’t no thang (Midwest Choppers) Yer'm sayin', we livin' in pain And it’s a shame that you Came and got drained and listen Man, stay in your lane (Midwest Choppers) Sang or we can bang It ain’t no game we untamed Whether it’s fame or we can aim Release your brains it ain’t no thang (Midwest Choppers) Yer'm sayin', we livin' in pain And it’s a shame that you Came and got drained and listen Man, stay in your lane (Midwest Choppers) [Verse 3: D-Loc] Lyrically we be the best in the Midwest and we caked up I ain’t talkin' about women, I’m talkin' about paper D-Loc and Dalima enter the center And get coded and when in the competition we for sure to kill 'em I spit like a fully and ready made, through any type of weather With the Beretta tucked right under my sweater And we hotter than lava The way that my gillas be keepin' it poppin' Partner you tight, but my gillas are better We keep it choppin' like a blender, eatin' boys up for dinner Guillotines, we chop your heads off, and throw 'em out the window We too critical, we ill and you walking away looking so pitiful The AGT we be the number one contenders (When it come to the street we still post on the block) 40 Cal. on my lap and my middle finger up to the cops On the way to the studio to go and make another hot track They be lovin' the way that we spit it when we drop They call me D-Locsta the Vulture, the definition of a soldier My opposition is more culture than Rocha I spit like a Tommy and anybody in my way I’ma fold 'em And me and my gilla gorillas want it 'cause we the coldest boys Be tryin' to battle 'cause they want our position But they can never get in it because we better and bigger And like I told you we the number one competitors dealin' Workin' their way up to the top and they won't stop til they get the millions In a whole 'nother century the D-Loc and Dalima Chemistry, you can never cross with them Igganas idah the ebe ossinbay the yricala Iggertra eavela otherma uckerfay’s lost You can try to read us, you can try to beat us Try to get your speed up, but it ain’t gon' matter 'Cause after we get finished bustin' there ain’t gon' be no laughter We takin' over the map with Tecca Nina the master (master) [Chorus: Tech N9ne] We can sang or we can bang It ain’t no game we untamed Whether it’s fame or we can aim Release your brains it ain’t no thang (Midwest Choppers) Yer'm sayin', we livin' in pain And it’s a shame that you Came and got drained and listen Man, stay in your lane (Midwest Choppers) Sang or we can bang It ain’t no game we untamed Whether it’s fame or we can aim Release your brains it ain’t no thang (Midwest Choppers) Yer'm sayin', we livin' in pain And it’s a shame that you Came and got drained and listen Man, stay in your lane (Midwest Choppers) [Verse 4: Dalima] When I’m off in a zone, I get to representing the city of the K Hollow your brain ‘cause I’m a disaster Dalima get ridiculous if I’m comin’ at you Leave ‘em in a predicament 'cause I’m a style master And I’m not impressionable, now just so you know I make 'em sweat, cause I’m the best with the flow Whenever you wanna flex we can go, keep stressin’ your cold And I bet I leave your neck on the floor Midwest finna blow like (C4 with a low strike) ‘Cause the energy is the bomb I can tell that you’re fascinated by the way that we rhyme And we glow like when the four strike with the fire (It ain’t nothin’ you can say though) ‘Cause I’m sipin’ on Henny and bustin' like a semi on enemies now Irritated with the haters that be coming around So I’m kickin' like a relevant but an arrogant style Meaning that I’m really sure so I’m too sick for a cure, so Ain’t a need for a doctor My verbal word play be making your nerves shake cause I caught you Pants down when I popped you Now let’s take a trip through the valley of real gill Strange individuals with a militant ill skill Pop a collar and holler at the broads with real skrill Get down for the cause, cause we flossin' big wheels, (what up with it?) Don’t be acting like you get tough with it When the choppers come out the truck spitting All of the Strange gill killas gon' be devoted to leavin' your body smokin' when really you can’t get up with us (And that’s game that’s proper) ‘Cause whenever I’m bustin’ it’s like a full heart stopper Dalima, Tecca Nina, Kaliko, and D-Loc Rippin' ‘em up with the flow 'cause we’re Midwest Choppers! (choppers!) [Chorus: Tech N9ne] We can sang or we can bang It ain’t no game we untamed Whether it’s fame or we can aim Release your brains it ain’t no thang (Midwest Choppers) Yer'm sayin', we livin' in pain And it’s a shame that you Came and got drained and listen Man, stay in your lane (Midwest Choppers) Sang or we can bang It ain’t no game we untamed Whether it’s fame or we can aim Release your brains it ain’t no thang (Midwest Choppers) Yer'm sayin', we livin' in pain And it’s a shame that you Came and got drained and listen Man, stay in your lane (Midwest Choppers) [Verse 5: Krizz Kaliko] Hey Tech, watch this! Kali Baby, you better act right, get right 'Cause I’m the baddest nigga hookin' up with the fastest badass Hit you, hit you with the lyrical, lyrical miracle whip, incredible 'Bout to knock the head off of several Diggy-diggy down, watch 'em figgy frown at the c-c-clown Them hounds is bound for your town, diggy-diggy-diggy And if you lookin' for the sound It can be found by the nigga wearin' the crown Are you really with me? And when you hear it nigga then zip it The exhibit make you wanna reposition your pivot When we write it and spit it, we makin' somebody get it And if they won’t hear it and get livid, forget it, forget it (Stop!) Or I can keep babblin' on Or rattlin' off at the mouth while we travelin' And I’ll be thinkin' it all be speakin' about the things that I be doin' A couple scooping up out my mouth this album ‘bout to ruin You and you and you And I can stop with the drop of the Caribou And if it’s on and poppin' it’s due with you and you And I won’t hesitate to chop you when chewin' you Uh huh, while they doin' you And if you lookin' for the better in the veterans who can bust You got the Kali gun for fun And if you throw, we bustin' back at you when you attack I’m on the track I hope they puttin' down the gun (Dalima’s a chopper) Chopper! (D-Loc a chopper, that Tecca Nina’s a chopper) The Kaliko will knock your block off You never see it coming, hit you when we were gunning You running we walk off (We walk off) 'Cause it's more than bread that we're wanting (We flaunting) And we comin' headhunting No we won’t stop ‘til we get to the top You in the way, then we midwest chop ya (Chop ya) [Outro: Tech N9ne] Strange Music, bitch Seven years of excellence T-O-G, and N-9-N-E, real numbers, bitch Now from us to you Tech N9ne collabos Welcome to Misery Loves Company And for all the haters: Fuckin' peasants. Soo Woo, motherfucker Figure it out