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Huh, my nigga Don Juan
Damn, been knowin' you for a long time, nigga
We did a lot of shit together, man on this music tip, man
Beautiful shit we did, dog
Remember when we went out to LA, man
With Quincy, man made all that shit pop
With Yuckmouth and everybody, Dub C, everybody
We had a lot of good times, dog, know what I'm sizzlin'
But that shit's about to come to an end, dog
Ya know never have I ever crossed anybody, y'all niggas know me
The sands of time have already started to pour against you, dog
So listen hard 'cause I'mma speak real softly like this
Just think, what if I could just
Just blink this shit away
Niggas think because a nigga bust
I got grips and grips of pay
The pain grows in fame and Kangols with change
And strange hoe's who bang in range roves for thangs

Same shows with lames, the rainbows will stain
Insane foes who drain and hang bro's with brains
If you caught it that means you got it
And if you brought it that means you should've shot it
'Cause I'm about to drop the real nina
Ya need a lot to kill a leader prop the nina
Nigga or pop the milli meter
De'marco I'm 'bout to spark flow
Your bark so harsh but parts gon' make you heart blow
Blood and don't be buzzin' me, cuzzin' me, buggin' me
'Bout dubs, I'll be mud till these clubs really lovin' me
It hurts my nigga to hurt my nigga, but hurt my nigga
Is what's inspirin' these spurts my nigga
At first my nigga, used to be my homey, used to be my ace
Yellin' you gon' slap the taste out my mouth
Nigga, I never scare, sebwafares everywhere
If you need me, believe me it's easy
To put holes in Shakra teasy, watch the weezy
These glocks'll talk for sheezy
Some say I should worry
And watch where I walk
(Yeah)
Yada, yada, yada
Nigga, that's just talk
I'm a friend, if I was a foe I would be
Knock, knock, knock, knock, knock, knock
Knock, knock, knockin' at yo' front door
Some say I should worry
And watch where I walk
(Yeah)
Yada, yada, yada
Nigga, that's just talk
I'm a friend, if I was a foe I would be
Knock, knock, knock, knock, knock, knock
Knock, knock, knockin' at yo' front door
The industries faulty, industry salty
Man
The industry cost me, industry brought me
Pain
The industry taught me, industry caught me
Strange
And you niggas know that the industries awfully
Vain
I ain't a snake, nigga, all I did is make niggas
Money was sunny, now it's funny, you playa hate
Niggas, over some cake the fate of a show me state
Nigga in my face will be Don Juan the great, to late nigga
I don't speak a lot, I peep a lot, I creep a lot
And people who speak are usually weak and out four
Peace and don't beef a lot remember we used to kick it like bros
Now you niggas act like bitches and hoe's with your licorice souls
Tecca9 I got the wickedest flows
No kid in his mold on misery
Never will get wit this rogue, I'm pissed
At his whole little facade of crip that is sold
Instead of a rap I should've twisted his nose
Who kept short nitty from killin' you? Me
Who kept Dyamund from drillin' you? Me
Who kept villain niggas from vill dealin' you? Me
So now you can take away me and keep on talkin'
Crazy and I'mma let 'em know
Where you keep yo baby
And where you stay D
Some say I should worry
And watch where I walk
(Yeah)
Yada, yada, yada
Nigga, that's just talk
I'm a friend, if I was a foe I would be
Knock, knock, knock, knock, knock, knock
Knock, knock, knockin' at yo front door
Knock, knock, knockin' at yo' front door
Some say I should worry
And watch where I walk
(Yeah)
Yada, yada, yada
Nigga, that's just talk
I'm a friend, if I was a foe I would be
Knock, knock, knock, knock, knock, knock
Knock, knock, knockin' at yo' front door
You can't turn enough mutha fuckers against me
You can't find a harder rapper that'll convince me
I'm wit the Canty's, the Ashby's, the Whitebears
LeJeunes, the Harrises and the mutha fuchkin' Timley's
The Theorys, the Byers, the Kennedies
You know the families that are known to be bad for humanity
Can he be bad? Can he be tough? Can he be rough
No cream puff suckas end up be rough enough
Nobody likes you, not even yo bitches, imma witness
They sick of yo disrespectful way of speakin'
Explicit always talkin' about how big yo dick is
Better hope Anghellic go multi platinum
And then get your riches
Blood, this is the end of men who were once friends
And then, one asshole thought he was somethin'
When punks bend over they get fucked
Get fucked
Hand over them Tech tapes or get stuck
Get stuck
You must think I'm soft for talkin' to Icy Roc
Bout knockin' the nina out, I'm trippin without a doubt
Imma tell you who really is ya friends Vell Barkardi
And maybe you and him can get together and tell it like it is again
It's over, man, I hope you brought ya Novocaine
I know the pain is slowly taking over brain
So calm that muthafuckin' wombat
I don't need no Don Juan tracks to come bomb on raps
Some say I should worry
And watch where I walk
(Yeah)
Yada, yada, yada
Nigga, that's just talk
I'm a friend, if I was a foe I would be
Knock, knock, knock, knock, knock, knock
Knock, knock, knockin' at yo' front door
Some say I should worry
And watch where I walk
(Yeah)
Yada, yada, yada
Nigga, that's just talk
I'm a friend, if I was a foe I would be
Knock, knock, knock, knock, knock, knock
Knock, knock, knockin' at yo' front door
That's what I'm speakin' on dog thats real shit
Nigga once said to me, nigga walk around like his shit don't stink
Gonna cut ya nose off and stick up ya ass
So you can smell that shit, man ya know what I'm sizzlin', dog
You drew first blood man that was dog shit
You know what I'm sizzlin' that ain't no friend
Talkin' bout knockin' me out nigga
Ya know what are we, yo
Dr. Dre, here I come
Timbaland, here I come
Neptunes, here I come
Rik Rok, here I come
Alchemist, here I come
Sick Jack, here I come
Boscoe, here I come
Swizz Beats, here I come
Trackmasters here I come
Don Juan be done

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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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