Tech N9ne - Midwest Choppers (feat. Big Krizz Kaliko) | Текст песни

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[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 2: Krizz Kaliko]
Hey Tech, watch this
Kalli ready, you better act right get right
‘Cause I’m the baddest nigga hookin’ up with the fastest badass
That'll hit you with the lyrical lyrical miracle whip, incredible
Bitin’ like the head off a cerebral
Diggy-diggy down, once your figgy frown at the c-c-clown them
Hounds is bound for your town, diggy-diggy-diggy
And if you lookin’ for the sound
You can be found with the nigga wearin’ the crown
Are you really with me?
And when you hear it nigga then zip it
D-Zippit make you wanna reposition your pivit’
When we write it and spit it, we makin’ somebody get it
And if they won’t hear it and deal it, but forget it to get it (Stop!)
Or I can keep babblin' on
Or rattelin’ 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 the pop n’ it’s due with you
And I won’t hesitate to chop you and chewin’ you
Ahah, while they doin’ you
And if you lookin’ for the better in the veterans who can bust
You got the cali 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 comin’ hit you when we were gunning
You runnin’ we walk off (We walk off)
‘Cause is for the way that we flauntin’ (We flauntin’)
And we comin’ headhuntin’
No we won’t stop ‘til we get to the top
You on 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

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