Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Technicians, artist - Tech N9ne.
Date of issue: 06.06.2011
Song language: English
Technicians |
EST is 1985 |
In KC on a bus ride |
From the 56th side |
Not too many knew that it was alive |
But they spread it so now they tied to Technicians worldwide |
Listen! |
Trying to recruit is the mission |
We offer you a position |
Where Tech will rule and condition your brain |
To know actin' a fool is the vision |
Caribou Lou is tradition |
And the way to be true to your living is strange |
We come in peace |
But if you wanna be dumb and beef |
A gun’ll summon heat, wanna be young and speak |
I’mma numb his beak |
He’s a woman, he the one and he brung in meat for the cunning beast |
Hit a lung and, seep dung, and sleep long in deep tongue, full of gum and teeth |
It’s when a Tecca-nician do the sets who diss the crew |
The best thing is for you to |
Let the clique see who the vet is, and miss the new seekers |
Wonderin' who the fuck is coming through these speakers |
Never forget it the medic for you tweakers |
Ahead of the medicine developed to soothe creatures |
You’re pathetic if you’re no believer |
Cause we all are energetic and eager |
Come alive when you walking side by side with me |
Fly the skies and get high with me |
On this ride you won’t collide |
Just confide in me |
Try denying me |
Ye dying violently |
That’s the way |
You fakers got to pay |
My people quick to spray |
And buck a demon till they lay |
But if he breathing it musta been an angel by his side like Sade |
Never would be the case cause my clique ready to ride when I say: |
Technicians! |
Owoh! |
Owoh! |
Owoh! |
Others ain’t got a clue |
They coming through |
Suspicious |
We do |
The Shit |
We do |
Cause if you not with the crew |
Converting you is our mission |
If you’re a born Technician |
Put your ammunition |
And your hands up in the sky |
This is a strong addiction |
Live to this if ya a Technician till ya die |
My people all know what a Bianca is |
Most of 'em want to diss |
Don’t come unless you don’t want the biz |
It ain’t nothing' but real women in my circle, not them phony chicks |
That don’t know what I mean when I say elbow macaroni bitch |
They know what I’m drinking |
The ladies looking right |
They know what I’m thinking |
The babies even hype |
The oldies be geekin' |
The red, the black, and white |
The soldiers beef seekin' |
All of my people’s here |
Tech and the bidness |
Are gonna equal fear |
Cuz I’m 'bout to bubble |
And get the evil peers |
Out of my life I never wanna see you |
YEAH! |
Bitch! |
You ain’t a Technician |
You don’t know the pledge |
But you said that you listen |
Guess you misunderstood the shit huh? |
Disrespect that Tech trick get done |
The moral of the story is we warriors |
Notorious for the hordes of core |
Ready to roar he is glorious |
Technician number 1 |
The Mission leave 'em sprung |
With the tongue |
And if you listen it’s a gun |
Technicians! |
Owoh! |
Owoh! |
Owoh! |
Others ain’t got a clue |
They coming through |
Suspicious |
We do |
The Shit |
We do |
Cause if you not with the crew |
Converting you is our mission |
If you’re a born Technician |
Put your ammunition |
And your hands up in the sky |
This is a strong addiction |
Live to this if ya a Technician till ya die |
We are family |
That Tech shit we on it |
We could be damaging |
To all you punks that want it |
We bring calamity |
That snake and bat we flaunt it |
Unforgettable |
Tech’s formidable |
Reppin' the mid, the MO |
Bitch we run it |
You don’t gotta know that I really meant it when I said that I was gonna make |
the mainstream go me |
Still rapping like I’m popping a pillow |
Off of the killer |
More like I was taking Molly in '03 |
We can take anybody we so deep |
I bet that you got us on yo' street |
I’m tryna find a spot that’s big enough |
So that all of my people can meet! |
Technicians! |
Owoh! |
Owoh! |
Owoh! |
Others ain’t got a clue |
They coming through |
Suspicious |
We do |
The Shit |
We do |
Cause if you not with the crew |
Converting you is our mission |
If you’re a born Technician |
Put your ammunition |
And your hands up in the sky |
This is a strong addiction |
Live to this if ya a Technician till ya die |