Midwest Choppers ft. Big Krizz Kaliko - Tech N9ne | Текст песни

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• Midwest Choppers ft. Big Krizz Kaliko
• Tech N9ne

[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 peace
Strange Music represent! What!?

[Verse 1: Tech N9ne]
Welcome to misery where the killers pop it off
But when I say pop it off I mean
Deadly with the tongue or the gun
We can do it, if anybody want it we're the rapping
Niggas and clapping up another tell everyone
Misery Loves Kompany so we dump at the
Enemy when it be energy sendin’ me the route
I'm negativity, trippin’ with me, you runnin’ for your life
‘Cause you ran your mouth (Mouth)

[Hook: Tech N9ne] (2X)
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)
Yerm 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 murderers monologue of a menace
Comin’ from out of a sinister formidable place
I can let you know the in’s and the out’s and I can spit it
Wicked twisted and you can see by the look of my face
Gimme the mic and I’mma 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
Pock ‘em and block ‘em buck at you baby we dangerous
Came to get strange with it, bang with it
Stop and get a little untamed with it
Get the chopper like a fully a bully with a hoodie
Sit or get up and take ‘em out or spit cane 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 gustin’
Get up outta the way when Tecca Nina be bustin’
Gotta give it up, I’m a veteran like Edison
I’mma light ‘em up and get in your head again
I’m better than ever, never let her featherin', death it be fetishin’
Sever it hit the mic and then we pedalin’ 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’mma 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)

[Hook] (2X)

[Verse 3: D-Loc]
Lyrically we be the best in the Midwest and we cake’d 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-Loc, so the functioning definition of a soldier
My opposition is more culturally richer
I spit like a Tommy and anybody in my way I’mma 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