(Turkey) Ceza Sen kalk bi' mini mikrofonunu get bak shot Burda diktafonuna tak kâğıt kalem bir de ilham alınacak Tam gaz Choppers havada düşmana buna Çıkalım akalım hadi bu battle'ı kazanalım
(It started in the Midwest) (Now we 'bout to take it) (All over the world, baby!) (This is the pinnacle!) (Yeah, Tech N9ne!) Tech N9ne
Tech N9ne Follow me all around the planet I run the gamut on sickology they can never manage we do damage with no apology pick em off they panic a little manic cause I gotta be frantic Imma 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 of waka flaka gimme the top of hip hop and watch em make em rock wit a show stopper chakras poppin off the worldwide choppers. If you anybody you notice it, tech is the pinnacle not a 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. Abadea abadea never ta get free of the real better ya just neal ta me or ready ta get near my heals gimme the knock and Imma chop but he came and he went tomorrah but Imma 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, trip it when I rip it I be the ish when I spit 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 ta 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 and really be wicked when he be off in a bottle you wit it you dig it you never lost thee apostle he sick and 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 a brothel you said its pathetic my head is off in a taco I sped and you bled and you in a coffin when I go!
[Chorus] 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
(K.C.) JL of B.Hood
Check it, I'm ahead of 'em, chop it up with the veteran A legend developin', they gotta tell 'em it's evident Gotta notice an elephant, none of you niggas relevant' You delicate, I'm lovin' every second of this
(Denmark) U$O
De vil alle tjekke når vi lægger det Kommer ind og smækker det beat og jeg vækker det I ved hvad der kommer ud af min mund hænger med de vildeste gutter Det minder mig om vi stikker dig af for de kalder mig alle fucking chopper
(Alabama) Yelawolf
What if I ran into you wit' a Pogo stick? Hoppin' on top of you rappers like a Jehovah's Witness? Wit' a photo of Jesus and a paper pamphlet And I threw up more churches 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 westside, 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 I fuck wit' Tech N9ne, twist up a pine I smoke a beat wit' 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 wit&