Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Midwest Choppers , by - Tech N9ne. Release date: 16.07.2007
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Midwest Choppers , by - Tech N9ne. Midwest Choppers |
| 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 Edison |
| I’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 |
| 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-Loc |
| Rippin' 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 Caribou |
| And 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 |
| Name | Year |
|---|---|
| Face Off ft. King Iso, Joey Cool | 2021 |
| Straight Out the Gate: ft. John 5, Serj Tankian, Krizz Kaliko | 2014 |
| Pu Wah Wah ft. Tech N9ne, The 816 Boyz, The 816 Boyz | 2010 |
| Demons ft. Three 6 Mafia | 2009 |
| So Lonely (feat. Blind Fury & Mackenzie O'Guin) | 2011 |
| Straight Out the Gate ft. Serj Tankian, Krizz Kaliko | 2013 |
| Worldwide Choppers | 2011 |
| TRUST ft. Tech N9ne | 2021 |
| Dysfunctional | 2009 |
| Mama Said Knock You Out ft. Tech N9ne | 2013 |
| Sut Mig ft. Bernz, Tech N9ne Collabos feat. Wrekonize, Bernz | 2014 |
| Juice ft. Tech N9ne | 2013 |
| Riot Maker | 2007 |
| Beast ft. R. Kelly, Tech N9ne, Berner | 2014 |
| The Beast | 2007 |
| Angels in the Playground ft. Stevie Stone, Krizz Kaliko | 2017 |
| Low | 2009 |
| We're Not Sorry ft. Mackenzie Nicole | 2016 |
| Strangeulation, Vol. II Cypher II | 2015 |
| Idol ft. Tech N9ne | 2020 |