Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Sickology 101, artist - Tech N9ne. Date of issue: 27.04.2009
Song language: English
Sickology 101 |
| Hey, now everybody sit down and shut the fuck up! |
| Class is now in session |
| If you came here to hear that lovey dovey shit — get the fuck out! |
| If you soft and scared of hardcore shit — get the fuck out! |
| For those who love raw shit — welcome to Sickology 101 |
| Your instructor for today is — Tech N9ne! |
| This is style I use pitch, to catch and seduce chicks |
| To signal the true sick, mellow tone is what you spit |
| Switchin the pattern, bust out that quick midwest chatter |
| Some people hate but it ain’t matterin, but the people gather, it’s flatterin |
| Switchin the pitch, mixin, there’s no need to be stiff in this bitch |
| Spittin full clips on a mission for bliss when I be rippin this shit |
| Make it excitin, got to be invitin when you’re writin your piece |
| Never be dick ridin, if you’re goin to be bitin, you’re ignitin the beast |
| This is melodic, melodies, if you got it |
| Mix it hot as tamales, you singin off-key is garbage |
| If you can’t keep an octave in a pocket, you need to stop it |
| Have confidence, speak with conviction, don’t put 'em asleep when you rock it |
| This is harmony, Nina’s taking you through it |
| Make it buttery, utterly beautiful, make it fluid |
| Sickology 101 is in session, I thought you knew it |
| We murderin motherfuckers in music, that’s how we do it! |
| GET! |
| (ON YOUR FEET!), UP! |
| (OUT YOUR SEAT!) |
| GET! |
| (ON YOUR FEET!), UP! |
| (OUT YOUR SEAT!) |
| GET! |
| (ON YOUR FEET!), UP! |
| (OUT YOUR SEAT!) |
| Such an oddity with it, this is Sickology |
| GET! |
| (ON YOUR FEET!), UP! |
| (OUT YOUR SEAT!) |
| GET! |
| (ON YOUR FEET!), UP! |
| (OUT YOUR SEAT!) |
| GET! |
| (ON YOUR FEET!), UP! |
| (OUT YOUR SEAT!) |
| From our west coast instructor — Crooked I (Crooked I …) |
| My killer Daytons can keep me crushin the competition |
| Comin correct when creatin the crazy composition |
| Cannibal character, Calico carrier, got a crooked copper missin |
| Cali killers on candid cock emissions |
| That was constant consonant wordplay |
| Wordplay rhymes with Thursday and thirsty — if I’m thirst-ay! |
| I change the pronunciation of words, per se |
| The English language got to do whatever my verse say |
| So if you want to learn to rap, this is how (this is how) |
| Right now I’m puttin swag in my style (in my style) |
| It’s a emphasis on the simplest sentences |
| Then I give 'em charisma with a laugh and a smile (and a smile) |
| If you want your verses to cost higher |
| Then your similes got to be hot as a live wire |
| You need some better metaphors |
| For example, this song is a war zone and you listeners in the cross fire |
| From our east coast instructor — Chino XL |
| Everybody start lockin their windows and doors, Chino might get in |
| It’s like light-ning, how I’m strikin a triflin rifleman |
| Bullets flyin up and I’m numbin the bum, like it’s Vicodin |
| So much metal in his spine, he could get rich from the recycling! |
| (yeah!) |
| Chino be curdlin blood, don’t get burned from the buzz |
| I speak with conviction, like what Da Brat just heard from the judge |
| Bludgeon no love, industry hate me yo |
| I’d rather hear Hannah Montana, than half of you rappers on the radio! |
| Startin drama with Chino, God forbid |
| Auction my lyrics on eBay, that’s God for bid |
| Problem is lyric Jesus is more than a man |
| with a sick delivery, like I drive a coroner van (damn) |
| I’m demented, spittin writtens as sick as I can |
| Grenade grippin, fittin to detonate Disneyland |
| I am teachin Sickology, try to follow how every punch line hits |
| Like Chris Brown’s fist in the face of Rihanna |
| Yes I got to be vicious, this is Sickology |
| For those who don’t know what the fuck’s goin on |
| This is Sickology 101, you punk motherfuckers! |
| Hahaha, let’s kill these niggaz |