| We scoured the globe on a quest to find the most elite
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| Most intricate tongues of all time
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| California, New York, Denmark, Australia
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| Then a cold wind from the Midwest brought the hardest
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| Fastest, most accurate tongues ever heard in our lifetime
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| These are the Midwest Choppers
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| I got a message for any one of you muthafuckin' niggas
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| That wanna talk 'bout the Mid-Midwest
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| We dangerous, aim to bust any little nigga with a big-big chest
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| Anybody that wanna be comin' thinkin' they hotter
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| I’m a type of nigga that’ll really kill ya for dollas
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| Fuck everybody that want a piece of a killa
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| For real, me and my niggas will leave you floatin' in a river
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| So fuck all you haters, you heard what I said
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| My flow a little bit over your head
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| Act like a pencil, I’ll fill you with lead
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| If you afraid, then tell me you scared
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| 'Cause I’ma little bit out of my muthafuckin' mind
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| The hardest rapper that Tecca N9na could fuckin' find
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| Who that? |
| Who that? |
| That’s me
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| Who that? |
| Who that? |
| K-Dean
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| When I was comin' up in the game everybody was tellin' me
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| 'I really be killin' a lot of you niggas, I’m mean'
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| Fuckin' with my niggas D-Loc and Dalima
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| They told me, 'I be really gotta be a murderin' killin' machine'
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| I didn’t care about nothing but rappin' my way to the top
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| Fuckin' with my nigga Tech, he told me I’m hot
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| Anybody got a problem with any one of my niggas
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| I’ll pull out the 9 mill I betchu it’ll pop
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| Bring the heat, bring the noise, bring the flames
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| Anything that you bring, I’ma tame
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| Puttin' dirt on the top of my name
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| Pull back and I click-click, bang
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| Ask Tech, he’ll tell you I’m strange
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| If you ever wanna talk about me
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| I’ma run up, gun up and leave you with no brain
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| Then you’ll know my flow is insane
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| I be on the West Coast, I be on the East Coast
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| I be North, South, but I reside on my side, Midwest Chopper
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| Even though I’m all up in the Northwest
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| All across the U. S
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| Overseas, Midwest Choppers
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| Ay-Oh-Ay-Oh-Ay-Oh-Ay-Oh (You can’t touch us)
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| Ay-Oh-Ay-Oh-Ay-Oh-Ay-Oh (Yeah, Midwest Choppers)
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| Ay-Oh-Ay-Oh-Ay-Oh-Ay-Oh (You can’t touch us)
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| Ay-Oh-Ay-Oh-Ay-Oh-Ay-Oh (Nigga, Midwest Choppers)
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| Come, come get some of this
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| Midwest murda music, murda music, murda music
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| Come, come get some of this
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| Midwest murda music, murda music, murda music
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| Let me hit 'em
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| When I get 'em, I’ma split 'em, I’ma kill 'em
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| I’m the nigga with the lyrical venom finna get up in them
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| When they give me the instrumental
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| I finish 'em, diminish 'em
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| I guarantee that murda is a minimum
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| But lately I been givin' 'em hell
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| They don’t really wanna see me, I’m servin' 'em swell
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| Call me a monster, verse designer, first to bomb ya
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| Leathaface pullin' up in that hearse beside ya
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| Murda, mo murda, mo murda, mo murdered 'em all, kill 'em all
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| Krayzie kill 'em all, they fall
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| It’s a lyrical execution
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| We snap faster, we the rap masters
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| Squeeze the gat, blast it, if that’s how it gots to be
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| So they better get it ready
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| 'Cause I’m heated like an AK-47 spittin' bullet fuckin' lyrics out of me
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| Then they tell 'em, that’s crazy, Jackson
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| He’s amazin' actually, stay in action
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| Rap singin' at ya, I brings it at you
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| I’m kinda like an automatic aimin' at ya
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| And I don’t want a little bit of flame to ashes
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| You know you really truly insane to madness
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| You never really find another niggas more scandalous
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| Than this Midwest blastin'' family
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| I be on the West Coast, I be on the East Coast
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| I be North, South, but I reside on my side, Midwest Chopper
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| Even though I’m all up in the Northwest
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| All across the U. S
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| Overseas, Midwest Choppers
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| I am the definition of murda
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| The N9ne is now coming to serve ya
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| You’re running but you can’t go no furtha
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| 'Cause I’m running through you with no sign of inertia
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| Gimme the mic and I bet that you duck
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| It’s what you betta do when I’m bussin' I be flippin', I’m incredible
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| Never get on my level, I’m a killa with the pedal to the medal
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| You’re edible and ya death is so inevitable
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| I can take it to ya mama, ya daddy’s, in the back of a caddy
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| You cut up when the sack in the back of you, I wanna
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| Take it out and make it patty, you gotta be batty |
| 'Cause that’ll be bad if you decide to get mad, is you gonna?
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| You can listen to me and see I’m the nigga with the ammunition
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| I’m givin' the livin' a vision of death
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| Makin' 'em sick and depressed
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| 'Cause I be givin' everything
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| I’m a rebel and I’m still with the quick and the best
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| Makin' a mark in the business
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| I get up in it to rip and diminish ya
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| Trip and I finish ya
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| Dig it, you really get me livid, I’m 'bout give it a pivot
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| I’ma stick it so we can dip into sinister
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| I be the chopper that got ya little boppers goin' off us
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| Better not let me up on the premises
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| 'Cause I’m a doctor that’s out for the shotaz when I brought ya
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| Be cautious never talk of this nemesis
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| We on top of the hill when it come to the skill
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| Other rappers are damn jokers
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| They be givin' the people comedy
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| But the Tecca N9na misery shit is Bram Stoker
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| I be on the West Coast, I be on the East Coast
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| I be North, South, but I reside on my side, Midwest Chopper
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| Even though I’m all up in the Northwest
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| All across the U. S
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| Overseas, Midwest Choppers |