Midwest Choppers 歌词
| 歌曲 | Midwest Choppers |
| 歌手 | Tech N9ne |
| 专辑 | Misery Loves Kompany |
| 下载 | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Easterwood, Epps, Watson ... | |
| Welcome to misery punk, we deep rooted in this | |
| You know what | |
| I'm sayin' | |
| KCMO, KCK, you know what | |
| I'm sayin' | |
| That's how we do it, | |
| Tech N9ne in this place | |
| Trying to produce a record, say what | |
| Welcome to misery where the killers pop it up | |
| When I say pop it up | |
| I mean deal it at the turn of the gun | |
| We can do it if anybody want it, where the rapper niggas | |
| They clappin' up and now they tell everyone | |
| Misery loves company so we done with thee | |
| Enemy when it be energy sendin' me the route | |
| My negativity trippin' wit me, you runnin' for your life' | |
| Cause you ran your mouth, mouth | |
| We can sing 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 thing(Midwest Choppers) | |
| You heard what | |
| I'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) | |
| We can sing 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 thing(Midwest Choppers) | |
| You heard what | |
| I'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) | |
| Find the witness to murderers monologue of a minute | |
| Come 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 | |
| Give me the mic and | |
| I'ma mangle it, tangle it | |
| Definitely the people see that | |
| I got the hang of it | |
| Pig you gotta try to make a mockery of a city who | |
| Pock 'em and block 'em why can't you get it, 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' ya bully with a hoodie | |
| Soon to get up and take him out or split cane with it | |
| Well the answer is right before your eyes | |
| Who do you despise? | |
| Killers who chop you | |
| We gotta stop you, pop you partner, you gawfin' | |
| Get up outta the way when | |
| Techa N9ne be bustin' | |
| Gotta give it up | |
| I'm a veteran like | |
| EdisonI'ma light 'em up and get in your head again | |
| I'm better than ever, never let 'em feather | |
| Invest it, be fed it since it separated | |
| Hit the mic and then we buy a little medicine | |
| I'ma(Choppa, Choppa, Choppa) | |
| Automatic kickin' the ammunition | |
| Killin' the competition know it ain't nobody(Hotta, Hotta, Hotta) | |
| Damagin' everythin' 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 in minimal | |
| Can't see the killers | |
| And you can bet that we criminal | |
| The thing inside of me keep on tellin' me when to go | |
| So I'ma keep reppin' the | |
| Midwest Choppers freakin' flows | |
| And I'm about to be up on top of this and truly be bustin' | |
| Beggin' for mercy you punk | |
| I ain't givin' you nothin', nothin' | |
| We can sing 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 thing(Midwest Choppers) | |
| You heard what | |
| I'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) | |
| We can sing 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 thing(Midwest Choppers) | |
| You heard what | |
| I'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) | |
| Never worry we be the best whenever somebody take the bite | |
| Ain't talkin' about women, | |
| I'm talkin' about paper | |
| Be caught in a dilemma after the sin, already coded | |
| They're wounded, they're competition would for sure | |
| The killa must be like a fully damn brettin' made company | |
| Tough with or with the | |
| Baretta tucked right under my sweater | |
| And we hide it in the lot where the blood of my killas | |
| Be keepin' the apartment, partner you tight but my dealers are better | |
| We keep a chopper like a blender eatin' boys up for dinner | |
| The Guillotine will chop your hands of and throw 'em out the window | |
| We're too critical for you well your walkin' away lookin' so ridiculed | |
| Why ADDB we be the number one contenders | |
| When they come to the street whats the post on the block | |
| For the killa | |
| I'ma liftin' my middle finger up to the cop | |
| So on the way to the studio we go 'bout makin' another hot track | |
| They be lovin the way that we spin it when we try commentin' lots | |
| And approach to the definition of a soldier | |
| My opposition is the my cultural future | |
| I split like atomic and anybody | |
| MOY I'ma fond of make | |
| Me and my killer guerrillas willin' 'cause we're the corner boys | |
| They tryin to battle 'cause they want our position | |
| But they ain't never gettin' in it, because the music is bigger here | |
| Like I told you we're number one competitors dealin' | |
| We'll connect with them to the top | |
| And then we'll stop till they get the millions | |
| In the hone of the century they been walkin' the limbo | |
| Chemistry you can never cross with them | |
| Thinkin' inside that they either be as a mean ever polite[Incomprehensible] | |
| 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 bendin' bustin there gon' be no laughter | |
| We takin' over the network, | |
| Tech N9ne is the master, master | |
| We can sing 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 thing(Midwest Choppers) | |
| You heard what | |
| I'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) | |
| We can sing 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 thing(Midwest Choppers) | |
| You heard what | |
| I'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)(Yelling my voice out loud) | |
| I get to representin' the city, get the cane | |
| Holla your brain 'cause | |
| I'm a disaster | |
| Dalima get ready, get decibel comin' atcha | |
| Leave 'em in a predicament 'cause | |
| I'm a style master | |
| And I'm impressionable now, just so ya 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'd rather make you dance on the floor | |
| Midwest's gonna flow like, she'll flow with the more strike' | |
| Cause the energy is the bomb | |
| I can tell that you fascinated by the way we rhyme | |
| And we glow like with the more strike with the fire | |
| Baby, now you need to say it off' | |
| Cause I'm sippin' on heindig and bustin' | |
| Like your sendin' your enemy's now | |
| Irritated with the haters that be comin' around | |
| So I kick it like a brother but with a | |
| African style | |
| Meetin' with them | |
| I' really sure so, | |
| I'm too sick for a cure so | |
| And no need for a doctor my bod won't work | |
| Late in makin' yo nerves straight 'cause they caught ya | |
| Hands down when | |
| I popped ya, now | |
| Let's take a trip to the back of your real guilt | |
| Strange individual with the mettle to ill skill | |
| Public outnumber howlin' with the bro's was real screwed | |
| Get down 'cause the talks could be farce and big wheels | |
| Talk with it, let me act like you get tough with it | |
| When they talk, come out of truck's bitichin' | |
| Often there's crane's, you know | |
| Killers gonna be devoted to leavin' yo bodies smokin' | |
| But really you can't get down, what is it? | |
| An exchange problem' | |
| Cause whenever | |
| I'm bustin' it's like a full heart stopper | |
| Dalima, Tech | |
| N9ne, Kaliko with | |
| D-LocRippin' up with the flow 'cause we | |
| Midwest Choppers | |
| We can sing 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 thing(Midwest Choppers) | |
| You heard what | |
| I'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) | |
| We can sing 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 thing(Midwest Choppers) | |
| You heard what | |
| I'm sayin' | |
| We livin' in pain and it's a shame | |
| That you came and got drained | |
| And listen man, stay in your lane | |
| Nigga nigga you better act right, get right' | |
| Cause I'm the baddest nigga hookin' up with the fastest bad-ass's | |
| Hit you with the lyrical, lyrical miracle whip incredible | |
| Like to knock the head of a several | |
| Diggy, diggy down what'cha piggy found | |
| At the c-c-clownin' house | |
| Is bound for your town diggy, diggy, diggy | |
| And if you lookin' for the sound it can be found | |
| With the nigga wearin' the crown, are you really with me? | |
| And when you hear it then nigga then zip it | |
| De-zip it, make you want to reposition your pivot | |
| When we write it and spit it we makin' somebody get it | |
| And if they wont' hear it then go live and forgive and forget it, stop | |
| I write and keep babblin' on or rapplin' off at the mouth | |
| While we travelin' when were diggin' it | |
| I'll speakin' about the things that | |
| I'll be doin' | |
| Couple a scoop and | |
| I pop my mouth free stylin' | |
| But the road with you and you and you | |
| And I can stop with the drop of the | |
| CaribouAnd if they see me pop and their still with you and you | |
| And I won't hesitate to chop you until you, what they do with you? | |
| And if you lookin' for the betterer the betterer to combust | |
| You got the | |
| Cali gun for fun | |
| And if you throw people some black attitude | |
| When you attack 'em on the check-amo, they putting down the gun | |
| That Dalima is a chopper, | |
| D-Loc a chopper | |
| That Tech | |
| N9ne's a chopper | |
| Kaliko will knock your block off | |
| You never see it come and hit you | |
| When we gonna get runner, we walk off' | |
| Cause is more than breath we want | |
| And we come in here headhuntin' | |
| But we won't stop till we get to the top | |
| Givin' the way that we're | |
| Midwest Chop, ya | |
| Strange music bitch, seven years of excellence | |
| T on T and | |
| N, 9 and E, real numbers bitch | |
| Now from us to you, | |
| Tech N9ne collabo's | |
| Welcome to | |
| Misery Loves | |
| Company, and for all the haters | |
| Fuckin' peasants, suit you, mother fucker, figure it out |
| zuo qu : Easterwood, Epps, Watson ... | |
| Welcome to misery punk, we deep rooted in this | |
| You know what | |
| I' m sayin' | |
| KCMO, KCK, you know what | |
| I' m sayin' | |
| That' s how we do it, | |
| Tech N9ne in this place | |
| Trying to produce a record, say what | |
| Welcome to misery where the killers pop it up | |
| When I say pop it up | |
| I mean deal it at the turn of the gun | |
| We can do it if anybody want it, where the rapper niggas | |
| They clappin' up and now they tell everyone | |
| Misery loves company so we done with thee | |
| Enemy when it be energy sendin' me the route | |
| My negativity trippin' wit me, you runnin' for your life' | |
| Cause you ran your mouth, mouth | |
| We can sing 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 thing Midwest Choppers | |
| You heard what | |
| I' 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 | |
| We can sing 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 thing Midwest Choppers | |
| You heard what | |
| I' 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 | |
| Find the witness to murderers monologue of a minute | |
| Come 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 | |
| Give me the mic and | |
| I' ma mangle it, tangle it | |
| Definitely the people see that | |
| I got the hang of it | |
| Pig you gotta try to make a mockery of a city who | |
| Pock ' em and block ' em why can' t you get it, 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' ya bully with a hoodie | |
| Soon to get up and take him out or split cane with it | |
| Well the answer is right before your eyes | |
| Who do you despise? | |
| Killers who chop you | |
| We gotta stop you, pop you partner, you gawfin' | |
| Get up outta the way when | |
| Techa N9ne be bustin' | |
| Gotta give it up | |
| I' m a veteran like | |
| EdisonI' ma light ' em up and get in your head again | |
| I' m better than ever, never let ' em feather | |
| Invest it, be fed it since it separated | |
| Hit the mic and then we buy a little medicine | |
| I' ma Choppa, Choppa, Choppa | |
| Automatic kickin' the ammunition | |
| Killin' the competition know it ain' t nobody Hotta, Hotta, Hotta | |
| Damagin' everythin' 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 in minimal | |
| Can' t see the killers | |
| And you can bet that we criminal | |
| The thing inside of me keep on tellin' me when to go | |
| So I' ma keep reppin' the | |
| Midwest Choppers freakin' flows | |
| And I' m about to be up on top of this and truly be bustin' | |
| Beggin' for mercy you punk | |
| I ain' t givin' you nothin', nothin' | |
| We can sing 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 thing Midwest Choppers | |
| You heard what | |
| I' 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 | |
| We can sing 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 thing Midwest Choppers | |
| You heard what | |
| I' 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 | |
| Never worry we be the best whenever somebody take the bite | |
| Ain' t talkin' about women, | |
| I' m talkin' about paper | |
| Be caught in a dilemma after the sin, already coded | |
| They' re wounded, they' re competition would for sure | |
| The killa must be like a fully damn brettin' made company | |
| Tough with or with the | |
| Baretta tucked right under my sweater | |
| And we hide it in the lot where the blood of my killas | |
| Be keepin' the apartment, partner you tight but my dealers are better | |
| We keep a chopper like a blender eatin' boys up for dinner | |
| The Guillotine will chop your hands of and throw ' em out the window | |
| We' re too critical for you well your walkin' away lookin' so ridiculed | |
| Why ADDB we be the number one contenders | |
| When they come to the street whats the post on the block | |
| For the killa | |
| I' ma liftin' my middle finger up to the cop | |
| So on the way to the studio we go ' bout makin' another hot track | |
| They be lovin the way that we spin it when we try commentin' lots | |
| And approach to the definition of a soldier | |
| My opposition is the my cultural future | |
| I split like atomic and anybody | |
| MOY I' ma fond of make | |
| Me and my killer guerrillas willin' ' cause we' re the corner boys | |
| They tryin to battle ' cause they want our position | |
| But they ain' t never gettin' in it, because the music is bigger here | |
| Like I told you we' re number one competitors dealin' | |
| We' ll connect with them to the top | |
| And then we' ll stop till they get the millions | |
| In the hone of the century they been walkin' the limbo | |
| Chemistry you can never cross with them | |
| Thinkin' inside that they either be as a mean ever polite Incomprehensible | |
| 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 bendin' bustin there gon' be no laughter | |
| We takin' over the network, | |
| Tech N9ne is the master, master | |
| We can sing 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 thing Midwest Choppers | |
| You heard what | |
| I' 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 | |
| We can sing 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 thing Midwest Choppers | |
| You heard what | |
| I' 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 Yelling my voice out loud | |
| I get to representin' the city, get the cane | |
| Holla your brain ' cause | |
| I' m a disaster | |
| Dalima get ready, get decibel comin' atcha | |
| Leave ' em in a predicament ' cause | |
| I' m a style master | |
| And I' m impressionable now, just so ya 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' d rather make you dance on the floor | |
| Midwest' s gonna flow like, she' ll flow with the more strike' | |
| Cause the energy is the bomb | |
| I can tell that you fascinated by the way we rhyme | |
| And we glow like with the more strike with the fire | |
| Baby, now you need to say it off' | |
| Cause I' m sippin' on heindig and bustin' | |
| Like your sendin' your enemy' s now | |
| Irritated with the haters that be comin' around | |
| So I kick it like a brother but with a | |
| African style | |
| Meetin' with them | |
| I' really sure so, | |
| I' m too sick for a cure so | |
| And no need for a doctor my bod won' t work | |
| Late in makin' yo nerves straight ' cause they caught ya | |
| Hands down when | |
| I popped ya, now | |
| Let' s take a trip to the back of your real guilt | |
| Strange individual with the mettle to ill skill | |
| Public outnumber howlin' with the bro' s was real screwed | |
| Get down ' cause the talks could be farce and big wheels | |
| Talk with it, let me act like you get tough with it | |
| When they talk, come out of truck' s bitichin' | |
| Often there' s crane' s, you know | |
| Killers gonna be devoted to leavin' yo bodies smokin' | |
| But really you can' t get down, what is it? | |
| An exchange problem' | |
| Cause whenever | |
| I' m bustin' it' s like a full heart stopper | |
| Dalima, Tech | |
| N9ne, Kaliko with | |
| DLocRippin' up with the flow ' cause we | |
| Midwest Choppers | |
| We can sing 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 thing Midwest Choppers | |
| You heard what | |
| I' 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 | |
| We can sing 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 thing Midwest Choppers | |
| You heard what | |
| I' m sayin' | |
| We livin' in pain and it' s a shame | |
| That you came and got drained | |
| And listen man, stay in your lane | |
| Nigga nigga you better act right, get right' | |
| Cause I' m the baddest nigga hookin' up with the fastest badass' s | |
| Hit you with the lyrical, lyrical miracle whip incredible | |
| Like to knock the head of a several | |
| Diggy, diggy down what' cha piggy found | |
| At the ccclownin' house | |
| Is bound for your town diggy, diggy, diggy | |
| And if you lookin' for the sound it can be found | |
| With the nigga wearin' the crown, are you really with me? | |
| And when you hear it then nigga then zip it | |
| Dezip it, make you want to reposition your pivot | |
| When we write it and spit it we makin' somebody get it | |
| And if they wont' hear it then go live and forgive and forget it, stop | |
| I write and keep babblin' on or rapplin' off at the mouth | |
| While we travelin' when were diggin' it | |
| I' ll speakin' about the things that | |
| I' ll be doin' | |
| Couple a scoop and | |
| I pop my mouth free stylin' | |
| But the road with you and you and you | |
| And I can stop with the drop of the | |
| CaribouAnd if they see me pop and their still with you and you | |
| And I won' t hesitate to chop you until you, what they do with you? | |
| And if you lookin' for the betterer the betterer to combust | |
| You got the | |
| Cali gun for fun | |
| And if you throw people some black attitude | |
| When you attack ' em on the checkamo, they putting down the gun | |
| That Dalima is a chopper, | |
| DLoc a chopper | |
| That Tech | |
| N9ne' s a chopper | |
| Kaliko will knock your block off | |
| You never see it come and hit you | |
| When we gonna get runner, we walk off' | |
| Cause is more than breath we want | |
| And we come in here headhuntin' | |
| But we won' t stop till we get to the top | |
| Givin' the way that we' re | |
| Midwest Chop, ya | |
| Strange music bitch, seven years of excellence | |
| T on T and | |
| N, 9 and E, real numbers bitch | |
| Now from us to you, | |
| Tech N9ne collabo' s | |
| Welcome to | |
| Misery Loves | |
| Company, and for all the haters | |
| Fuckin' peasants, suit you, mother fucker, figure it out |
| zuò qǔ : Easterwood, Epps, Watson ... | |
| Welcome to misery punk, we deep rooted in this | |
| You know what | |
| I' m sayin' | |
| KCMO, KCK, you know what | |
| I' m sayin' | |
| That' s how we do it, | |
| Tech N9ne in this place | |
| Trying to produce a record, say what | |
| Welcome to misery where the killers pop it up | |
| When I say pop it up | |
| I mean deal it at the turn of the gun | |
| We can do it if anybody want it, where the rapper niggas | |
| They clappin' up and now they tell everyone | |
| Misery loves company so we done with thee | |
| Enemy when it be energy sendin' me the route | |
| My negativity trippin' wit me, you runnin' for your life' | |
| Cause you ran your mouth, mouth | |
| We can sing 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 thing Midwest Choppers | |
| You heard what | |
| I' 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 | |
| We can sing 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 thing Midwest Choppers | |
| You heard what | |
| I' 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 | |
| Find the witness to murderers monologue of a minute | |
| Come 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 | |
| Give me the mic and | |
| I' ma mangle it, tangle it | |
| Definitely the people see that | |
| I got the hang of it | |
| Pig you gotta try to make a mockery of a city who | |
| Pock ' em and block ' em why can' t you get it, 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' ya bully with a hoodie | |
| Soon to get up and take him out or split cane with it | |
| Well the answer is right before your eyes | |
| Who do you despise? | |
| Killers who chop you | |
| We gotta stop you, pop you partner, you gawfin' | |
| Get up outta the way when | |
| Techa N9ne be bustin' | |
| Gotta give it up | |
| I' m a veteran like | |
| EdisonI' ma light ' em up and get in your head again | |
| I' m better than ever, never let ' em feather | |
| Invest it, be fed it since it separated | |
| Hit the mic and then we buy a little medicine | |
| I' ma Choppa, Choppa, Choppa | |
| Automatic kickin' the ammunition | |
| Killin' the competition know it ain' t nobody Hotta, Hotta, Hotta | |
| Damagin' everythin' 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 in minimal | |
| Can' t see the killers | |
| And you can bet that we criminal | |
| The thing inside of me keep on tellin' me when to go | |
| So I' ma keep reppin' the | |
| Midwest Choppers freakin' flows | |
| And I' m about to be up on top of this and truly be bustin' | |
| Beggin' for mercy you punk | |
| I ain' t givin' you nothin', nothin' | |
| We can sing 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 thing Midwest Choppers | |
| You heard what | |
| I' 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 | |
| We can sing 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 thing Midwest Choppers | |
| You heard what | |
| I' 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 | |
| Never worry we be the best whenever somebody take the bite | |
| Ain' t talkin' about women, | |
| I' m talkin' about paper | |
| Be caught in a dilemma after the sin, already coded | |
| They' re wounded, they' re competition would for sure | |
| The killa must be like a fully damn brettin' made company | |
| Tough with or with the | |
| Baretta tucked right under my sweater | |
| And we hide it in the lot where the blood of my killas | |
| Be keepin' the apartment, partner you tight but my dealers are better | |
| We keep a chopper like a blender eatin' boys up for dinner | |
| The Guillotine will chop your hands of and throw ' em out the window | |
| We' re too critical for you well your walkin' away lookin' so ridiculed | |
| Why ADDB we be the number one contenders | |
| When they come to the street whats the post on the block | |
| For the killa | |
| I' ma liftin' my middle finger up to the cop | |
| So on the way to the studio we go ' bout makin' another hot track | |
| They be lovin the way that we spin it when we try commentin' lots | |
| And approach to the definition of a soldier | |
| My opposition is the my cultural future | |
| I split like atomic and anybody | |
| MOY I' ma fond of make | |
| Me and my killer guerrillas willin' ' cause we' re the corner boys | |
| They tryin to battle ' cause they want our position | |
| But they ain' t never gettin' in it, because the music is bigger here | |
| Like I told you we' re number one competitors dealin' | |
| We' ll connect with them to the top | |
| And then we' ll stop till they get the millions | |
| In the hone of the century they been walkin' the limbo | |
| Chemistry you can never cross with them | |
| Thinkin' inside that they either be as a mean ever polite Incomprehensible | |
| 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 bendin' bustin there gon' be no laughter | |
| We takin' over the network, | |
| Tech N9ne is the master, master | |
| We can sing 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 thing Midwest Choppers | |
| You heard what | |
| I' 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 | |
| We can sing 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 thing Midwest Choppers | |
| You heard what | |
| I' 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 Yelling my voice out loud | |
| I get to representin' the city, get the cane | |
| Holla your brain ' cause | |
| I' m a disaster | |
| Dalima get ready, get decibel comin' atcha | |
| Leave ' em in a predicament ' cause | |
| I' m a style master | |
| And I' m impressionable now, just so ya 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' d rather make you dance on the floor | |
| Midwest' s gonna flow like, she' ll flow with the more strike' | |
| Cause the energy is the bomb | |
| I can tell that you fascinated by the way we rhyme | |
| And we glow like with the more strike with the fire | |
| Baby, now you need to say it off' | |
| Cause I' m sippin' on heindig and bustin' | |
| Like your sendin' your enemy' s now | |
| Irritated with the haters that be comin' around | |
| So I kick it like a brother but with a | |
| African style | |
| Meetin' with them | |
| I' really sure so, | |
| I' m too sick for a cure so | |
| And no need for a doctor my bod won' t work | |
| Late in makin' yo nerves straight ' cause they caught ya | |
| Hands down when | |
| I popped ya, now | |
| Let' s take a trip to the back of your real guilt | |
| Strange individual with the mettle to ill skill | |
| Public outnumber howlin' with the bro' s was real screwed | |
| Get down ' cause the talks could be farce and big wheels | |
| Talk with it, let me act like you get tough with it | |
| When they talk, come out of truck' s bitichin' | |
| Often there' s crane' s, you know | |
| Killers gonna be devoted to leavin' yo bodies smokin' | |
| But really you can' t get down, what is it? | |
| An exchange problem' | |
| Cause whenever | |
| I' m bustin' it' s like a full heart stopper | |
| Dalima, Tech | |
| N9ne, Kaliko with | |
| DLocRippin' up with the flow ' cause we | |
| Midwest Choppers | |
| We can sing 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 thing Midwest Choppers | |
| You heard what | |
| I' 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 | |
| We can sing 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 thing Midwest Choppers | |
| You heard what | |
| I' m sayin' | |
| We livin' in pain and it' s a shame | |
| That you came and got drained | |
| And listen man, stay in your lane | |
| Nigga nigga you better act right, get right' | |
| Cause I' m the baddest nigga hookin' up with the fastest badass' s | |
| Hit you with the lyrical, lyrical miracle whip incredible | |
| Like to knock the head of a several | |
| Diggy, diggy down what' cha piggy found | |
| At the ccclownin' house | |
| Is bound for your town diggy, diggy, diggy | |
| And if you lookin' for the sound it can be found | |
| With the nigga wearin' the crown, are you really with me? | |
| And when you hear it then nigga then zip it | |
| Dezip it, make you want to reposition your pivot | |
| When we write it and spit it we makin' somebody get it | |
| And if they wont' hear it then go live and forgive and forget it, stop | |
| I write and keep babblin' on or rapplin' off at the mouth | |
| While we travelin' when were diggin' it | |
| I' ll speakin' about the things that | |
| I' ll be doin' | |
| Couple a scoop and | |
| I pop my mouth free stylin' | |
| But the road with you and you and you | |
| And I can stop with the drop of the | |
| CaribouAnd if they see me pop and their still with you and you | |
| And I won' t hesitate to chop you until you, what they do with you? | |
| And if you lookin' for the betterer the betterer to combust | |
| You got the | |
| Cali gun for fun | |
| And if you throw people some black attitude | |
| When you attack ' em on the checkamo, they putting down the gun | |
| That Dalima is a chopper, | |
| DLoc a chopper | |
| That Tech | |
| N9ne' s a chopper | |
| Kaliko will knock your block off | |
| You never see it come and hit you | |
| When we gonna get runner, we walk off' | |
| Cause is more than breath we want | |
| And we come in here headhuntin' | |
| But we won' t stop till we get to the top | |
| Givin' the way that we' re | |
| Midwest Chop, ya | |
| Strange music bitch, seven years of excellence | |
| T on T and | |
| N, 9 and E, real numbers bitch | |
| Now from us to you, | |
| Tech N9ne collabo' s | |
| Welcome to | |
| Misery Loves | |
| Company, and for all the haters | |
| Fuckin' peasants, suit you, mother fucker, figure it out |
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