Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Speedom (WWC2), artist - Tech N9ne. Album song Special Effects, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 03.05.2015
Record label: Strange
Song language: English
Speedom (WWC2) |
I get to bustin' like I’m a thirty ought six |
When I’m rippin' the beat up, but then I heard he got pissed |
When I got at the top and they made him purty hot (Uh) |
'Cause he knowin' that Tecca Nina’s a dirty chopper (Uh) |
He’s handle, holmes, here’s a handful |
How in the hell he hoverin' havin' hella go ham though? |
I said to Seven, «Richie Havens’ll be the man» |
So we put it together thinkin' Eminem was a gamble (uh) |
Guess not, 'cause he be the guest spot |
Kaliko said, «What we doin'?» |
— I said to him, «Let's chop!» |
So now the people finally get three of the best locked (Uh) |
Never be another chopper’s comin' so let’s rock, nigga! |
(Uh) |
You’re on, people got to wonderin' if it’s a for sure song |
Yes, I got another killer makin' a tour strong |
If you thinkin' of battlin'—uh, you’re gone! |
Nobody can catch him, he the Speedy Gonzales |
The beat is a problem |
And if you got your feet in your mouth |
You gon' have to beat it up out of him |
It’s a lot of 'em, and I mean a lot of 'em |
And me and Nina used to follow them |
I’ve got to audibly body them |
This is it, man, the hitman, the Ip Man, karate 'em |
And if fans will lift hands, we’ll get dancin' out of 'em |
And in Kansas advanced to withstand a pile of 'em |
Who stands with two hands up movin' the crowd of 'em |
If I ain’t makin' sense |
Then you better sample the amp of it like the bass |
It ain’t ever been a gift for me to heat 'em |
I beat 'em, I burn 'em (Then I let 'em melt) |
They never heard of us, but look at 'em turnin' up (Uh) |
I slap the shirt off a super simpleton, make 'em be impotent |
If and when I be flippin', niggas be feminine (Okay) |
I said the purpose to pimp a pen |
And reverse the conditions I’m livin' in |
And do bigger numbers than Eminem |
Gotta be fast, or I’ll smash on a nigga |
With half the cash I’m a little sicker, quicker than you figure |
(Ice cold) I make 'em shiver bigger than the winter |
If you half-ass deliverin' I’ma eat your dinner (Yum) |
Better than mine, oh no, not me, I mean other guys (Okay) |
I jump around, so do that mean that I’m rubberized? |
(Okay) |
Me and N9ne master, meaning we murderize |
We’ll bleed 'em, beat 'em 'til they be gone, feed 'em! |
Speedom! |
(If you wanna go with us) |
Speedom! |
(I'ma leave 'em in the dust) |
Speedom! |
(I must be the one to bust) |
Speedom! |
(And I’m gonna hit the clutch) |
Speedom! |
(If you wanna go with us) |
Speedom! |
(I'ma leave 'em in the dust) |
Speedom! |
(I must be the one to bust) |
Speedom! |
(And I’m gonna hit the clutch) |
Sometimes (Go) I feel (Go) |
Like I’ll never slow down |
(Worldwide Choppers) |
Sometimes (Go) I feel (Go) |
Like I’ll never slow down |
(Worldwide Choppers) |
Wait! |
Before I wreck this beat, let me just check to see |
If Stephanie Mills left any extra refills |
Of ecstasy pills next to me, in the seats spilled |
Or she eat 'em all with a breakfast drink (You inspect the sink?) |
I’m in the habit of grabbin' a mic and babblin', I dabble in Vics |
But I might just swallow my fuckin' Ritalin tablet after tonight |
I’m grabbin' it right from the medicine cabinet |
'Cause that’s what it’s like, and attackin' it like a Dracula bite |
Jetpack in a backpack when I write |
All this anger pent-up inside |
I went up inside a Bennigans diner with a cigarette lighter |
Figured I’d try to set a big enough fire |
That’ll trigger the sprinkler system |
And I’d escape, but the getaway driver |
Screwed up my limo, collided with the center divider |
I went through the window |
And ended up being pinned to the side |
Of a semi fender beside a friend of the guy’s wife Brenda |
The flight attendant from Idaho |
That took an antenna in the vagina hole |
'Cause when I pick up a pen I’m venomous |
And I’m as slick as Dennis the Menace |
Like an evil dental hygienist, sinister |
You’ve been yellin' dementedness |
I invented this, I’m the genesis |
Eminem is a nemesis to a feminist |
Fuckin' smart alec degenerate, I got Ellen DeGeneres |
Tryna tell me these men are just full of jealousy, envious |
Of female independence, hell with a clitoris, hit or miss |
You will never consider this a bitter disappointment |
I’ll never fail to deliver this |
Whatever the weather in this’ll be |
Just like a certificate of authenticity that I’m thinkin' about |
Just tryna think of the quickest and sickest way |
To make 'em picket, I pick a day to be a prick |
Then I’m pickin' the wickedest shit to say |
Spit it back on a level, incredible |
Head full of Red Bull, unforgettable |
Better believe these beats are edible |
I consider loose leaf a vegetable |
And I stalk my prey |
You think you got away? |
Uh-uh, not today |
Murder you on a song and then I’ll just say |
I was with Dr. Dre and Robert Blake, eatin' lobster, steak |
And coffee cake at a restaurant with Drake |
And Tech just gotta make sure that our stories corroborate |
I’m a lot to take, like Kanye walkin' up on the stage |
For Beyoncé, like it’s my job to say |
That you’re not a real artist, but it’s my obligation |
Honest Abe is on his way, you will not escape |
Ammunition replenished, the Punisher |
With his gun insured, hundred words |
In a clip, other words motherfuckers better run |
If you’re not lookin' to get run over by the roadrunner |
No wonder no one don’t wanna go |
And jump in front of a fuckin' runaway locomotive |
Or get thrown up under it just tryna fuck with the— |
Speedom! |
(If you wanna go with us) |
Speedom! |
(I'ma leave 'em in the dust) |
Speedom! |
(I must be the one to bust) |
Speedom! |
(And I’m gonna hit the clutch) |
Speedom! |
(If you wanna go with us) |
Speedom! |
(I'ma leave 'em in the dust) |
Speedom! |
(I must be the one to bust) |
Speedom! |
(And I’m gonna hit the clutch) |
Sometimes (Go) I feel (Go) |
Like I’ll never slow down |
(Worldwide Choppers) |
Sometimes (Go) I feel (Go) |
Like I’ll never slow down |
(Worldwide Choppers) |
I’m the fury, the final fight |
I flip it on fraudulent fellas for feelin' fright |
I flick it on fire, finish him when the flow in flight |
Feminine fakers fall, I’m floggin' a foe with a fife |
Never forget it, I severed the head of a critic |
I sped up and did it, you trippin' to be a dead epidemic |
Or wet up a clinic, and make a bloody redder percentage |
Of an addict who’s havin' to get the lead of a cynic |
I was never the Devil, I put up a fight up in the industry |
Peddle the metal, we givin' the light, a lot of energy |
We reppin', beat checkin' he that be Koba |
If he’s the evil enemy it’ll be over |
Running you down, in front of your town |
You ever makin' fun of the clown, I’m gunnin' you down |
We doin' it under the ground, a wonderful sound |
If anybody come at the hound, no one’ll be found, bitch! |
Would never be choppin' without Slick Rick |
I got it from the record «Lick the Balls» and this dick |
If you never listen to me, you musical misfit |
Nah, 'cause every time I be droppin' I get bit |
I’m hearin' a lot of rappers, they tryin' to spit quick |
But the Middle West got 'em and we kill 'em in this bitch |
If you ain’t in my circle of choppers you missed it |
'Cause me and my nigga Twista rule it—and this it |
Speedom! |
(If you wanna go with us) |
Speedom! |
(I'ma leave 'em in the dust) |
Speedom! |
(I must be the one to bust) |
Speedom! |
(And I’m gonna hit the clutch) |
Speedom! |
(If you wanna go with us) |
Speedom! |
(I'ma leave 'em in the dust) |
Speedom! |
(I must be the one to bust) |
Speedom! |
(And I’m gonna hit the clutch) |
Sometimes (Go) I feel (Go) |
Like I’ll never slow down |
(Worldwide Choppers) |
Sometimes (Go) I feel (Go) |
Like I’ll never slow down |
(Worldwide Choppers) |