Tech N9ne - Midwest Choppers (Feat. D-Loc, Dalima & Big Krizz Kaliko) | Текст песни

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• Midwest Choppers (Feat. D-Loc, Dalima & Big Krizz Kaliko)

Welcome to misery where the killers pop it up
Whenever I say it and deal it at the turn of the gun
We can do it if anybody want it
Where the rapper niggas will call up and tell everyone
Misery loves company so we done with thee
Enemy where he be energy sendin me the route
My negativity trippin wit me you runnin fo yo life
Cause you ran your mouth MOUTH

[CHORUS]

Find a witness to murderers
Monolog of a menace
Coming from out Of A sinister formidable place
I can let you know the ins and the outs
And I can spit it wicked
Twisted and you can see by the look on my face
Give me the mic and Imma mangle it, tangle it
Definitely the people see that I got the hang of it
Pigs you gotta try to make a mockery of a city
Who pock 'em n' block 'em pocket you baby We dangerous
Came to get strange Wit' it bang Wit' it
Stop and get a little untamed Wit' it
Get the chopper like a fully ya' bully wit' a hoodie
Should I get up n' take him out or spit game wit' him?
Well the answer is right before your eyes
Who do you despise?
Killers who chop you we got to stop you pop you partner 'n you cussin'
Get up out of the way when Techa Nina be bustin'
Gotta give it up I'm a veteran like Edison
Imma light 'em up and get in your head again
I'm better than ever
Never let 'em feather an ever be fed us in
Severin' hit the mic and then we peddlin' medicine
Imma
Choppa Choppa Choppa
Automatic kickin the ammunition
Killin' the competition know It aint nobody
Hotta Hotta Hotta
Damaging everything and everybody
You know we on a mission
Listen to me
How can I make you understand Im a general
Even if you poppin' the competition is minimal
Can't see the killers and you can bet that we criminal
The demon inside of me keep on tellin' me when to go
So Imma keep reppin' the Midwest Choppers freakin' flows
And I'm about to be on top of this and truly be bustin'
Beggin' for mercy you punk I Aint givin' you nothing

[CHORUS]
We be the best We ain't talking about women we be talking about paper
Already made come and terrible
And the competition is the killa
With or with the buretta tight right under my sweater
And we hide it delopta be where my killas
But my dealers are betta
Like a blender leeroy like a guillotine
Chop yo hands out and throw me out the window
Watch yo lyrical
Thru the atp
WHEN WE COME TO THE STREET WE DON POST ON THE BLOCK
For the killa I'ma lift my middle finger up to the cop
So On the way to the studio we be makin another hot track
They be lovin the way we spit it
Boy they want our position but they ain't never get it
In the hone of the pacific
We the definiton of a soldier
My opposition is the cultural
I spit like a tomic
Me and my killa are guerillas

Boy we tryin to battle cuz they want our position
But they ain't never get it
Man I told you
We the number one competitors dealin
Working the way to the top and get the millin
In the hone of the city you can never cross us

You can try to read us
You can try to beat us
Try to get your speed up but it ain't gon matter
Cause after were done bustin a nigga we don after
We takin after techa nina is the master

Whenever I'm reppin the city in the cane
Holla your brain cuz I'm a disaster
Dilemma get ready decibel comin atcha
We wanna Come atcha
Because I'm a style master And I'm impressionable now
Just so ya kno now
I make 'em sweat
Cause the best with the....................

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