Tech N9ne - Midwest Choppers (Feat. D-Loc, Dalima & 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 Missouri where the killers pop it off
And when I say pop it off I mean
Deadly with the tongue or the gun
We can do it if anybody want it, whether rapping
Or get to clapping up another, tell everyone
Misery Loves Kompany so we dump at the
Enemy when it be energy sendin’ me the route
Of 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)
Yer'm 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
Back em and block em buck at you baby we dangerous
Came to get strange with it, bang with it
Stop and get a little untame with it
Get this chopper like I'm fully a bully with a hoodie
Shit 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 gushin
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 up 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 caked 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 culture than Rocha
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 number one competitors dealin
Workin their way up to the top and they won't stop til they get the millions
In the hone of the century D-Loc and Dalima
Chemistry, you can never cross with them
Igganas idah the ebe ossinbay the yricala
Iggertra eavela otherma uckerfay’s lost
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 we get finished bustin there ain’t gon be no laughter
We takin over the map with Tecca Nina the master (master)

[Hook] (2X)

[Verse 4: Dalima]
When I’m up in the zone I get to representing the city in decay
Hollow your brain cause I’m a disaster
Dalima get ridiculous if I’m coming at you
Leave em in a predicament cause I’m a style master
And I’m not impressionable now, just so you know
I make em sweat cause I’m best with the flow
Whenever you wanna flex we can go, keep stressin your code
And I gonna leave your back on the floor
Midwest fin to flow like (She flows with the most strife)
Cause the energy is the bomb
I can tell that you fascinated by the way that we rhyme
And we blow like, with the flow strike with the fire
(Baby ain’t nothin you can say though)
Cause I’m sippin on Henny and bustin like the semi go enemies now
Irritated with the haters that be comin around, so I kick it
Like a relative of the area style
Meanin that I’m really sure, so, I’m too sick for a cure, so
Ain’t no need for a doctor, my verbal word play
Be makin your nerves shake cause I caught you
Pants down when I popped you, now
Let’s take a trip to the valley of real gills
Strange individual with the militant ill skill
Pop a collar and holler at the broads with real skrill
Get down for the cost cause we flossin big wheels
(What up with it?)
Don’t be acting like you get tough with it
When the chopper come out the trunk spittin
Off in the strange, gill killers gonna be devoted to leavin your bodies smokin but really, you can’t get off with it
(Man, this game is rough)
Cause whenever I’m bustin it’s like a full heart stopper
Dalima, Tecca Nina, Kaliko and D-Loc
Rip another with the flow cause we Midwest Choppers (Choppers)

[Hook] (2X)

[Verse 5: Krizz Kaliko]
Hey Tech, watch this!
Kalli baby, 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 by the nigga wearin the crown
Are you really with me?
And when you hear it nigga then zip it
The exhibit make you wanna reposition your pivot
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 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 Kali 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 in 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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