Tech N9ne ft. Busta Rhymes, Ceza, UO, Yelawolf, Twista Twisted Insane, JL From B. Hood and D-Loc - Worldwide Choppers - World Wide Choppers | Текст песни
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
Follow me, all around the planet, I run the gamut on Sickology They could never manage, we do damage wit’ no apology Pick ‘em out the panic, a little manic ’cause I gotta be Frantic, I’ma jam it ’cause I’m an oddity Down for the trackin’ like I’m grabbin’ at my binoculars I could pop at you, papa, ’cause I’m partners wit’ Waka Flocka Gimme the top of hip-hop and watch ‘im make ‘em rock With a show-stopper, chakras poppin’ off the (Worldwide Choppers) If you anybody, you notice it Tech is the pinnacle, now the ideal nigga solos it Little coders to pull again, wrote it quick and they quoted it Yo, when exposed, the flow be hold it, ’cause when the motor spit A-bi-de-a, bi-de-a, never did get free of the rear Better to get just near the mirror, ready to get near my heirs Gimme the knock and I’ma chop it, he came and it went tomorrow But I’ma 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 Trippin’ when I rip it, I be the X when I split ‘em up Sorta like I was liquored up and backin’ up in the cup Everybody be knowin’ I be actin’ up when I bust From Missouri to Canada, I be keepin’ the stamina If you never been a fan of the man, the planet’s unanimous Killer, ’cause he’ll fuck anybody, Tech is calamitous Leave ‘em in the dust, anybody, Tech when I’m standin’, uh Tech is hostile, he’s awful He really be wicked when he off in the bottle You wit’ it, you dig it, you never lost the apostle He’s thinkin’ he can give it the Poe and toss it Picasso Killin’ everybody off is the motto And I be the only chopper that’s tossed in the brothel You said it’s pathetic, my head is off in the taco I sped and you bled and you in the coffin when I go
I’m light years ahead of my peers Want some, you can come bring it right here (Worldwide choppers) Can’t clown me, don’t come ’round me Bow down, I was crowned when they found me
(K.C.) J.L.
Check it, I’m ahead of ‘em, chop it up with the veteran A legend developin’, they gotta tell ‘im 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 ligger det (They will all check it when we lay it) Kommer ind og smækker det beatet jeg vækker det (Coming in and smashing it, beatin’, I’m waking it) I ved hvad der kommer ud af min mund (You know what’s coming out of my mouth) Hanger med de vildeste gutter (Hanging with the coolest guys) Det minder mig om vi stikker det af (It reminds me we stapping it (set on fire)) For de kalder mig alle vild worldwide chopper (‘Cause they all call me wild worldwide chopper)
(Alabama) Yelawolf
What if I ran into you wit’ a Pogo stick? Hopped up on top of you rappers like a Jehovah’s Witness? Wit’ a photo of Jesus and a paper pamphlet And I threw up more tracks 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 Feelin’ rebuffed, like you had that shot But I hopped on the fuckin’ beat and I worldwide chopped Wanna fuck wit’ Tech N9ne, with double time I smoke a beat wit’ Mr. Busta Rhymes, well,