Midwest Choppers 2

[Intro: Tech N9ne] We scoured the globe on a quest to find the most elite Most intricate tongues of all time California, New York, Denmark, Australia Then a cold wind from the Midwest brought the hardest Fastest, most accurate tongues ever heard in our lifetime These are the Midwest Choppers [Verse 1: K-Dean] I got a message for any one of you muthafuckin' niggas That wanna talk about the Mid-Midwest We dangerous, aim to bust any little nigga with a big-big chest Anybody that wanna be comin' thinkin' they hotter I'm a type of nigga that'll really kill ya for dollas Fuck everybody that want a piece of a killa For reala, me and my niggas will leave you floatin' in a river So fuck all you haters, you heard what I said My flow a little bit over your head Act like a pencil, I'll fill you with lead If you afraid, then tell me you scared 'Cause I'm a little bit out of my muthafuckin' mind The hardest rapper that Tecca N9na could fuckin' find Who that? Who that? That's me Who that? Who that? K-Dean When I was comin' up in the game everybody was tellin' me 'I really be killin' all of you niggas, I'm mean' Fuckin' with my niggas D-Loc and Dalima They told me, 'I be really gotta be a murderin' killin' machine' I didn't care about nothing but rappin' my way to the top Fuckin' with my nigga Tech, he told me I'm hot Anybody got a problem with any one of my niggas I’ll pull out the 9 mill I betchu it'll pop Bring the heat, bring the noise, bring the flames Anything that you bring, I'ma tame Puttin' dirt on the top of my name Pull back and I click-click, bang Ask Tech, he'll tell you I'm strange If you ever wanna talk about me I'ma run up, gun up and leave you with no brain Then you'll know my flow is insane [Chorus: Tech N9ne] I be on the West Coast, I be on the East Coast I be North, South, but I reside on my side, Midwest Chopper Even though I'm all up in the Northwest All across the U.S Overseas, Midwest Choppers Ay-Oh-Ay-Oh-Ay-Oh-Ay-Oh (You can't touch us) Ay-Oh-Ay-Oh-Ay-Oh-Ay-Oh (Yeah, Midwest Choppers) Ay-Oh-Ay-Oh-Ay-Oh-Ay-Oh (You can't touch us) Ay-Oh-Ay-Oh-Ay-Oh-Ay-Oh (Nigga, Midwest Choppers) [Verse 2: Krayzie Bone] Come, come get some of this Midwest murda music, murda music, murda music Come, come get some of this Midwest murda music, murda music, murda music Let me hit 'em When I get 'em, I'ma split 'em, I'ma kill 'em I'm the nigga with the lyrical venom finna get up in them When they give me the instrumental I finish 'em, diminish 'em I guarantee that murda is a minimum But lately I been givin' 'em hell They don't really wanna see me, I'm servin' 'em swell Call me a monster, verse designer, first to bomb ya Leathaface pullin' up in that hearse beside ya Murda, mo murda, mo murda, mo murdered 'em all, kill 'em all Krayzie kill 'em all, they fall It's a lyrical execution We snap faster, we the rap masters Squeeze the gat, blast it, if that's how it gots to be So they better get it ready 'Cause I'm heated like an AK-47 spittin' bullet fuckin' lyrics out of me Then they tell 'em, that’s crazy, Jackson He amazin' actually, stay in action Rap singin' at ya, I brings it at you I'm kinda like an automatic aimin' at ya And I don't want a little bit of flame to ashes You know you really truly insane to madness You never really find another niggas more scandalous Than this Midwest blastin' family [Chorus: Tech N9ne] I be on the West Coast, I be on the East Coast I be North, South, but I reside on my side, Midwest Chopper Even though I'm all up in the Northwest All across the U.S Overseas, Midwest Choppers Ay-Oh-Ay-Oh-Ay-Oh-Ay-Oh (You can't touch us) Ay-Oh-Ay-Oh-Ay-Oh-Ay-Oh (Yeah, Midwest Choppers) Ay-Oh-Ay-Oh-Ay-Oh-Ay-Oh (You can't touch us) Ay-Oh-Ay-Oh-Ay-Oh-Ay-Oh (Nigga, Midwest Choppers) [Verse 3: Tech N9ne] I am the definition of murda The N9ne is now coming to serve ya You're running but you can't go no further 'Cause I'm running through you with no sign of inertia Gimme the mic and I bet that you duck It's what you betta do when I'm bussin' I be flippin', I'm incredible Never get on my level, I'm a killa with the pedal to the medal You're edible and ya death is so inevitable I can take it to ya mama, ya daddy's, in the back of a caddy You cut up when the sack in the back of you, I wanna Take it out and make it patty, you gotta be batty 'Cause that’ll be bad if you decide to get mad, is you gonna? You can listen to me and see I'm the nigga with the ammunition I'm givin' the livin' a vision of death Makin' 'em sick and depressed 'Cause I be givin' everything I'm a rebel and I'm still with the quick and the best Makin' a mark in the business I get up in it to rip and diminish ya Trip and I finish ya Dig it, you really get me livid, I'm 'bout give it a pivot I'ma stick it so we can dip into sinister I be the chopper that got ya little boppers goin' off us Better not let me up on the premises 'Cause I'm a doctor that's out for the shotaz when I brought ya Be cautious never talk of this nemesis We on top of the hill when it come to the skill Other rappers are damn jokers They be givin' the people comedy But the Tecca N9na misery shit is Bram Stoker [Chorus: Tech N9ne] I be on the West Coast, I be on the East Coast I be North, South, but I reside on my side, Midwest Chopper Even though I'm all up in the Northwest All across the U.S Overseas, Midwest Choppers Ay-Oh-Ay-Oh-Ay-Oh-Ay-Oh (You can't touch us) Ay-Oh-Ay-Oh-Ay-Oh-Ay-Oh (Yeah, Midwest Choppers) Ay-Oh-Ay-Oh-Ay-Oh-Ay-Oh (You can't touch us) Ay-Oh-Ay-Oh-Ay-Oh-Ay-Oh (Nigga, Midwest-)