Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song No More Music By The Suckas, artist - Tech N9ne. Album song Bad Season, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 31.01.2011
Record label: Strange
Song language: English
No More Music By The Suckas |
| Young intelligent brotha gangsta demeaner |
| The game done changed dog eh tell me have you seen her |
| I’m used to brothas gettin fluent with the pen and pad |
| Not niggas talkin bout what they shoulda coulda woulda had |
| So homie watch my flow and yea I dabble in it |
| I’m puttin words all together like ima scrabble winna |
| These suckas dead on the track yea they cadavas |
| Nigga abracadabra now these wack cats are no contendor |
| These rap cats in the game sweet I call 'em splenda |
| I’m the realest nigga you ever know, no pretendor |
| So if you ask me the game need a renivation |
| So we ain’t gotta hear they wack lines on every station |
| Yo they be like who that is, it’s B.v. |
| the god rippin on that whoo kid shit |
| Ima new breed of emcee on a M-I-C on stand by the resurected game from D-I-E |
| So if you answer back homie yo just think twice |
| Cuz fuckin with the guys like blasphemy just no christ |
| But if ya’ll do decide to step up yo homie bring your A game |
| Spittin lyrical zombies rhymes eatin through they brains |
| No more music by the suckas (Yea Yea Yea) |
| If you want it, got it for ya (Yea Yea Yea) |
| No I don’t wanna be the one to tell ya (tell ya) |
| If you ain’t one of us, it’s a failure (failure) |
| No more music by the suckas |
| Eh good morning and good night |
| We lickin em up and puttin em back to sleep |
| Cuz they been actin like they got sleep apnea up on they beats |
| But it ain’t their fault, sure I didn’t have ain’t come quick enough |
| And in order for how to be hip enough is gon' take these three niggas to come |
| and lift it up, easy |
| without a damn bone without a dance song |
| I know you can’t trust me white man but believe me |
| Slave ship comin I think ima hide |
| You can save them slave deals for them monistads |
| Om hovi like twenty nine ramadon |
| Ain’t nothin like bein with family in a ryhme-a-thon |
| Lookin at the time it says mine oh nine |
| Which means I’m comin to invade you like taliban |
| Hi, hello, didddat, exit, |
| Couple more thidddats because the stanky leg was flexin |
| My words my words I know they quite vexin |
| But I know they more annoyin thean freestylein while textin |
| Geez, Capiche, but before you capiche, at ease |
| And plant your allegance to the double 0 |
| You wanna get up on this track nigga double no (rookie) |
| Mother fuck the P. D, smile at me when they see me |
| But they wont play my cd’s even though they know it’s so demeely |
| Really cuz they greedy feeding shit on radio and t.v. |
| See, I’m surprised their never been a kill a P. D spree |
| N9nes trippin yes I’m bitchin when they act like I ain’t rippin |
| Rhyme spittin I’m line stickin like I designed diction |
| And this is my mission when I’m in they eyes |
| Vision Minds quicken entire ripsman of this on the grind strippin |
| The plot thickens when record executives sign fiction |
| Align this with his and his fizzles and mind sickens |
| Rewind this and give it to whomeva’s behind listenin |
| And try an fix 'em meticulous with this n9ne grippin |
| No more music by the suckas, word from Chuck D |
| BDS will see me yet rotation will bust free |
| From media to mediately dissin like fuck me |
| But when weezy got with speedy tech, the nina’s a must see |
| Thanks weezy it ain’t easy to slang cd’s and make a bank |
| When blank pd’s spin it but it ain’t meaty |
| And the dj’s they be puppets for them motha fuckas |
| I’m sure they had it nothin like us guess they want no more music by the suckas |