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Slacker, a person who shirts his work or duty
A person who evades military service in the wartime
I know one thing, man, I'm gonna have my kicks
Before the whole shit house goes up in flame
You know what I'm sayin'?
Eat, drink and be merry, tomorrow you may die
That's what life's about, man, good times, a little salad
Yo yo, I'm a product of reaganomics, neurotic
They sayin' homage is gone up, inhaling chronic
The oddest I'm stayin' honest, I'm 'bout to make it famous
So you can take that J O B and you can shove it up your anus
I ain't never understood how the world works
But I always understood why the girls twerk
For a baller not a 9 to 5
Barely makin' it with disgust behind your eyes
So I just, grip my piece, rip off fleece
Out to take your lip off chief, with my peeps
We ruthless, if you got money then deuce it

Goofs get toothless, with loose off 2 fifths, we useless
I wanna kick it but ain't got the dough
Sneak in the concert, trip and make 'em stop the show
We gots to go, push me and I sock the po'
Gettin' the bail from my parents is impossible
(I'm a slacker)
Never did I have a lotta dough
(I'm a slacker)
Smoking pot and watching videos
(I'm a slacker)
Go whichever way the wind blows
Those just tuning in, I'm just lettin' you know
(I'm a slacker)
Every time I take a look around
(I'm a slacker)
Stuck up on the faces around
(I'm a slacker, I'm a slacker, I'm a slacker)
I don't do enough, I just fool around
Y'all can go to hell, how does that sound?
Now you can tell by my everyday fits, I ain't rich
I sneak with a piece when I grit
I'm just another gat man caught up in the mix
Tryna take your dollar and your 15 cents, I grind with a pistol
I stay rid of you lames, y'all gay, I play video games all day
When Kans City Mo brangs, it's gritty slow game
We diddy-bop with really no change, y'all pay
And people holla, "How you do that there
"Why your pants hanging low, and why you grew that hair?"
Lightin' a bleezle or with my people ridin' a Regal
Always in trouble with coppers 'cause we drivin' illegal
I ain't never givin' them lee-way to hear me nay
The judicial assembly's gay hey
I come out at night 'cause I sleep all day
Tryin' get with Def Jam, Loud or MCA
(I'm a slacker)
Never did I have a lotta dough
(I'm a slacker)
Smoking pot and watching videos
(I'm a slacker)
Go whichever way the wind blows
Those just tuning in, I'm just lettin' you know
(I'm a slacker)
Every time I take a look around
(I'm a slacker)
Stuck up on the faces around
(I'm a slacker, I'm a slacker, I'm a slacker)
I don't do enough, I just fool around
Y'all can go to hell, how does that sound?
Yo yo check
Get to the party and my homies got to pay for me
Holidays them just be another day for me
Gettin drunk, hopin' I get to the crib safely
Pray for me, 'cause I'm needin' money majorly
Sit at home watchin' MTV with a empty
P O C K E T, I MP3 everything that I hear on the streets
Never buy it, don't deny it, I'm the fear I'ma be
You say get a job? I say hit a knob
'Cause the way you run the world is every bit a fraud
So what you askin' me? You get no tax from me
I got whites, natives, and Mexicans, and blacks with me
I'm tryin' get up there with Master P, pass the D
'Cause that's the way it has to be
We bust to be free, we trust to be G
So fuck who be glee, it sucks to be me
(I'm a slacker)
Never did I have a lotta dough
(I'm a slacker)
Smoking pot and watching videos
(I'm a slacker)
Go whichever way the wind blows
Those just tuning in, I'm just lettin' you know
(I'm a slacker)
Every time I take a look around
(I'm a slacker)
Stuck up on the faces around
(I'm a slacker, I'm a slacker, I'm a slacker)
I don't do enough, I just fool around
Y'all can go to hell, how does that sound?
(I'm a slacker)
Never did I have a lotta dough
(I'm a slacker)
Smoking pot and watching videos
(I'm a slacker)
Go whichever way the wind blows
Those just tuning in, I'm just lettin' you know
(I'm a slacker)
Every time I take a look around
(I'm a slacker)
Stuck up on the faces around
(I'm a slacker, I'm a slacker, I'm a slacker)
I don't do enough, I just fool around
Y'all can go to hell, how does that sound?
I'm a slacker, I'm a slacker, yeah
I'm a slacker, I'm a slacker, yeah
I'm a slacker, I'm a slacker, yeah
I'm a slacker, I'm a slacker

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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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