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I know you know this is Kansas City where nigga life don't mean shit
So step to and immediately get yo dome split
I pack heat for days run street wit K's and hollows on a concrete crusade
You made the pill now swallow
You never thought tomorrow, you see me beam up all
Strapped down wit a pump, searchin' for the niggas on a hunt
Jerkin' on the trigga when I dump, it's not a game dude my Killaz
Will mangle anything in my range fool, when hatin' get framed moved
We play the same rules bussin' all 32 shot
Lookin' to murder you, glock they never heard of you shocked
That I'm comin' servin' you Snug Brim get flashin'
Innocent till I'm provin' guilty, Snug Brim get to blast in
And fuck the homicide charge I got expazito
A mob figure plus a lawyer and do work for kiloz'
You know the steelo real niggas never talk just listen
This deuce shit comin' wit heat up out the kitchen
Rough niggas in the street will bust for the bread and meat
Deuce 57th Street and 7 deuce be packin' heat

Punks get the fuck away from we
For we buckin' these mutha fuckin' G.U.N.Z.
Dem no won fuck with us, for what I believe I will die
Dem no won fuck with us, if any hataz wanna try
Hands gon' throw gunz with bust
Real niggas run the streets with they gats up
Everything you got and owns getting' snatched up
If you're my enemy, my energy, your rhymes are elementary
Get lost in penitentiaries when I begin this century
So mention me and I'mma heat the track up
If it's a 100 of you demons I suggest you go get back up
Load the mac up don't slack up I'mma act up on
Any mutha fucka that think he got his clown suit on get
Stepped on destroy your mind you're wasting your time
'Cause when I spit a fucking rhyme I got a million in line
To listen to me, a bitch to do me nick naming me hollow tip
With a stand off clip that'll kill your click and will kill your brain
If you can't maintain better slow your roll boy money, hungry
Ain't no ho boy that's for sure boy and you know boy
I'll whip your ass like four boys, you're a decoy I'm the real thang
I'm a genius you're a pea brain get pissed on and whipped on
So who you talkin' shit on I'mma spit on, any negative spirit that step
To me try to take my soul from under me but I got a lifetime warranty
Skatterman cat persistantly dirty from KC
Where in the drought we pay 50 for birdies package short
I call Snug and just give him the word he take you face
Before he tell on me they'll get him for purgery
Hustla's shoot shit, rob shit, loot shit, hard core convicts
Mob shit, if you snitch, killin'em on tech's new shit, new shit
Dude we crossin' the color line, nuff money nuff weed
Make a tuff nigga colorblind
We rap for curb servers that hop in and out of cars
Rep four cats wit 3rd murderers that pop in and out of bars
D12, Strange Music, Rogue Dogs, Regime, Duce Click
Doe Boyz, Yong Gunz same team, same beams
Niggas that a split you're cherries
Vigilanty's mutha fuckas with permits to carry
Bitch you scary, fuck you and that bitch you married
Cross anyone I named that shit will get you buried
Rough niggas in the street will bust for the bread and meat
Deuce 57th Street and 7 deuce be packin' heat
Punks get the fuck away from we
For we buckin' these mutha fuckin' G.U.N.Z.
Dem no won fuck with us, for what I believe I will die
Dem no won fuck with us, if any hataz wanna try
Hands gon' throw gunz with bust
Real niggas run the streets with they gats up
Everything you got and owns getting' snatched up
It's all out war 4 the punks funk finna jump
Chumps get a lump when I dump tonks for the bianks
Gump wanna thump over pumps and a bump
Rumps get it krunk when I skunk runts
I'mma munk what you bunk niggas want
Fuck what you thunk you get sunk in and trunk
Fuck that we done heard and took enough crap
Trust we bust back when muskrats bust caps
I'm tryin' to touch scratch and bring my hell to parties and
For the last time mutha fuck Vell Bakardi
You cannot rap with me scrap with me
Nigga to the back of me catastrophe
Hits you're shits raggedy it had to be this tragedy shit
Suck it up don't be mad at me bitch I'm glad to be rich
You gets none with that fagoty pitch
I'mma ex-poppin' shroom droppin' rock and roll star
You's a no coppin' ho stalkin' drunk and a old fart it's a shame
Think you quick but you heard we flow quicker plus the bitches
Don't wanna fuck a black herpe nose nigga
This is it yaw, dump this pussy off I a pit dog
Doe stackin' and hip hop it must not be his nitch yaw
So take the chicken exit, technina's whassup
Next time grown folks talkin' you shut the fuck up

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Aaron Dontez Yates (born November 8, 1971 in Kansas City, Missouri), better known by his stage name Tech N9ne or Tecca Nina is an American rapper, co-owner of Strange Music Records and actor. His career has spanned over 24 years, during which he has released eleven albums. According to the He's a Mental Giant Songfacts, his stage name originated from the TEC-9 semi-automatic handgun, given to him by rapper Black Walt due to his fast rhyming style.

His tenth studio album, K.O.D., was released October 27, 2009. He has spent his illustrious career making sure he’s been grinding harder than the average rapper, and is the best selling artist out of his hometown. With nine solo albums and two powerhouse collaboration projects under his belt, the Kansas City MC’s flow is sharper and slicker than it’s ever been.
“This is another roller coaster ride,” explains TECH N9NE about the release. “When it came time for Sickology 101, I knew I wanted to do a collabo album based on the study of being sick. It’s a beginner’s course for people who don’t know how to be sick lyrically or how to choose sick beats. It all starts with beats because they tell me exactly what to do.” Epic beats from YoungFyre, Wyshmaster, Seven and Matic Lee set the stage for TECH N9NE to weave his introspective and sometimes roguish lyrics around.

Sickology 101 brims with stellar appearances from lyrical heavyweights. On the opening title track, TECH N9NE slays alongside Chino XL and Crooked I, pulling listeners into the Hip-Hop classroom for a lesson in murdering a beat. It’s a twisted vision forged on undeniable grooves and quixotic wordplay.

The single, “Nothin,’” is an inspiring, honest anthem that features Messy Marv and Big Scoob. Meanwhile, on “Midwest Choppers 2,” TECH N9NE and Krayzie Bone cruise to the depths of darkness. “Krayzie Bone came through and murdered it,” says TECH N9NE. “I modeled the song after movies. When you do a sequel, there has to be a bigger body count and more people have to die. ‘Midwest Choppers 2’ is Autobahn-style. It makes you want to speed.”

TECH N9NE’s inimitable flow and rhyming take center stage on solo tracks, including the haunting, hypnotic “Red Nose.” He doesn’t pull any punches on the vitriolic, YoungFyre-produced “Blown Away,” either. It’s an open letter to several prominent urban artists who refused to play before him at radio festivals despite his massive concert draw.

With hits like “I’m A Playa,” “Caribou Lou” (which boasts 7.2 million MySpace plays), “Riotmaker,” “Like Yeah” and “Everybody Move,” it’s no wonder TECH N9NE counts a total of over 4.5 million YouTube video plays and an average of 40,000 MySpace visitors each day. His success knows no limits. The July 2008 release, Killer, debuted at Number 1 on the Billboard Top Independent Albums chart and Number 12 on the Billboard Top 200 Albums chart. He did it all on his own. There was no major label — just TECH N9NE’s own record company, Strange Music. TECH N9NE’s tracks have appeared in films like Gang Related and Alpha Dog as well as various TV shows, and he recently made his motion picture debut in The Life of Lucky Cucumber alongside members of MTV’s “Jackass” crew.

It hasn’t been an easy road, but TECH N9NE soldiers on and he’ll never stop. “They call me devil worshipper because I’m different. I give you music for my core. They’re the people that put me over the million mark. I raise my middle finger to everybody who judges me because my core audience is there for me. They will always love me, but I’m trying to reach others, too. It’s not over. My music is supposed to be for everybody, but some people just don’t get it. This album is the result; swallow it. It’s middle finger music, all-day and all-night.”

TECH N9NE never stops bringing that music directly to his fans, constantly reinforcing his status as one of the hardest-touring rap acts in the business. In 2008, TECH N9NE performed over 200 shows and he doesn’t show any signs of slowing down in 2009. In April, TECH will head out in support of Sickology 101 and spend two months on the road, performing live for his rabid fans.

Sickology 101 is prepping the world for TECH N9NE’s next masterpiece, K.O.D. “I want people to know that I’m getting better and better and I’m a machine. I do these collabo albums to give the fans more. This is a bridge record to K.O.D. It’s the farewell to the TECH N9NE you’ve known lately. It’s getting darker. A lot of people might not be able to go to the place I’m going, but this place is my specialty.”

“I don’t need people to kiss my hand,” assures TECH N9NE. “I’m not trippin’ on status, and I’m not a narcissist when it comes to rap. It’s my heart and soul pouring onto the paper. I write my life and I can’t hold back. This is what I know.”

Origin: Kansas City, Missouri
Year Formed: 1991
Official Site: http://www.therealtechn9ne.com/


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