[Chorus]
Thats real people act a different way with me
I feel that nobody wanna play with me
Thats ill cuz they treat me like a stain on they clothes
The industry and my foes
They treat me like I got a Red Nose Red Nose Red Nose
They put me down and treat me like I got a Red Nose Red Nose Red Nose
Dont make me clown and have to go put on my Red Nose

[Verse 2]
They tend stray away from me because I’m different
And its been this way with me ever since I was an infant
Other kids were jealous, they say the look off in my eyes seen hellish
Never knowing later in life I would relish,
The thought of me ballin living my life and sell it
I blame it on program directors, go and request us no damn selector
But if you got a lot of dough man they bless ya, sure can depress ya
When you knowing that there aint nobody better mayne
Stuck off in the cold when the bad weather came
Now they gotta see me livin it up and cheddar gain
Coming from forever pain till it never rains
So I throw up the finger, to everybody who got a tore up demeanor
Thinkin that Tecca Nina was sho nuf a dreamer
But the flow is so heavy that it could show up Katrina
Now its time to take it, and you all must face it
Tech Nina is sacred, all you hating fagets couldnt see me with lasik
Red Nose, the leader so follow, you gotta get ready to get up and go is the motto
Made it through everything negative, bravo
The money thats coming to me feel like I won the lotto
Now I’m bout to put the slay on auto
Swoop down on the djs tell em all to quit the replays
Make em put Tecca Nina in the Sorado

[Chorus]
Thats real people act a different way with me
I feel that nobody wanna play with me
Thats ill cuz they treat me like a stain on they clothes
The industry and my foes
They treat me like I got a Red Nose Red Nose Red Nose
They put me down and and treat me like I got a Red Nose Red Nose Red Nose
Dont make me clown and have to go put on my Red Nose

[Verse 3]
I’m comin and drivin my short bus
With this nose I dont need to torch up
Bustin through like the industrys Porsche
coming after who didn’t support us
Rip down it’s bleachers I blew up cause my sound it ether
Underground up and found this creature
Not scared of a nigga with clownish features
I’m makin a name outside your mainstream
Real, it wasnt an insane dream
from the beginning I really came clean
You about to see Strange gleam, take it over in gain green
Strange Music and RBC along with Fontana we gon change things
Now its so funny cuz with money I can fly away
Or leave them haters off in the deepest darkest hide away
Why do they do me wrong? my music truly strong
Because I’m different all you cowards wanna shoo me gone
Yes this is Strange year, worldwide fames near
But the games queer, sometimes I feel like Rudolph the reindeer
And the music they said blows, is on top and the cred grows
You’re gonna have to open up the door for the bro with the Red Nose

[Chorus]
Thats real people act a different way with me
I feel that nobody wanna play with me
Thats ill cuz they treat me like a stain on they clothes
The industry and my foes
They treat me like I got a Red Nose Red Nose Red Nose
They put me down and and treat me like I got a Red Nose Red Nose Red Nose
Dont make me clown and have to go put on my Red Nose

[Hook]
I hit the stage
Grab the mic and blow ‘em all away (I blow ‘em all away)
(Superstars), But they know I blow ‘em all away, Hey

[Verse 1]
The gig is over, The gig is over (Bitty bye-bye)
The gig is over, The gig is over (When A play)
The kid is older and gettin colder (Many fly by)
But his will hold ya, So listen closer to (A-A)-R-O-N
They dissin and twistin my name
Because Aaron is scarin these glitz spittin pricks in the game
Hit with this gift, Everybody get a whiff of this script and it’s pain
Gotta talk about the people with a attitude
Hiss me and slipped in my lane
I’ve been wreckin crowds for a long second now
Got ‘em guessin how Tech is blessed
And yes, The best in-town rep
On the real, I keep it trill
And when I spit, I aint spillin about my million
It’s the feelin that you get with this underground headliner
Mainstream ignored a bro
And they be petty, So jealousy is sure to show
But they rich and got more to blow
And everything’s affordable
But they gotta go before me
Because their stage show is horrible

[Hook]
I hit the stage
Grab the mic and blow ‘em all away (I blow ‘em all away)
(Superstars), But they know I blow ‘em all away, Hey
They may be platinum
But they know I blow ‘em all away (I blow ‘em all away)
(Superstars), But they know I blow ‘em all away, Hey

Why you do me like that girl?
You know I love your mama

[Verse 2]
I just wanted to have a bite with her… or somethin
Didn’t go get up on that show to fight with her… or nothin
It was Keyshia Cole, Eric Benet, Gorilla Zoe, Tech Nina and T.I.
But Keyshia was actin Bia-Bia
Why she actin like a (what?), like a (what?)
She aint know I grab the mic and light it (up), light it (up)
She say, “She don’t know me”
But I’m the number one Independent in the country
Man, She the only one actin funky
And the people at the Summer Jam, They want me
She say, “She aint goin on before somebody that’s local”
And she went postal and loco
Sayin, “Her not closin, Is a no-go”
Down talked me real low though
About how she got more doe and just did a TV promo
No show better than the Mo. bro with the S & M logo
Damn baby, Much success is sittin in your favor
Slam the Nina Tech before considerin the data
Fans waited, So we went, So she’d get it for later
But Frankie said, “Excuse my daughter, She’s a bit of a hater”
Dwamn!

[Hook]
I hit the stage
Grab the mic and blow ‘em all away (I blow ‘em all away)
(Superstars), But they know I blow ‘em all away, Hey
They may be platinum
But they know I blow ‘em all away (I blow ‘em all away)
(Superstars), But they know I blow ‘em all away, Hey

[Verse 3]
Aye, Aye, Check it
I understand seniority
But in this case, On this show, I’m a top priority
In Lawrence, Your minority and I’m the majoriry
Check it, I was young and broke
But I’d fetch it, If it was freshest
Shovel snow for the Eric B. and Rakim record
Promoters called us and said,
“We got this show and want you to close us”
Ghostface and Brother Ali, Rakim with a band, It’s so tough
We couldn’t wait to see Rakim rock
But he never ever showed up
He swole up cause he didn’t wanna go up before us
Man, What’s wrong with these people?
Think the world gotta kiss their asses
500 capacity but you wanna get 200 passes
Thought it was about gouda
40 Water told me,
“Nina, Get ya cabbage, Stay savage and ravage the average”
Y’all better hope radio and video
Keep me from slithering… into they circle
I’ll change it, That’s why they shivering
Rakim the God? He just miss the king’s delivering
Cause they know they’ll fall
And I’ll blow them all to smithereens

[Hook]
I hit the stage
Grab the mic and blow ‘em all away (I blow ‘em all away)
(Superstars), But they know I blow ‘em all away, Hey
They may be platinum
But they know I blow ‘em all away (I blow ‘em all away)
(Superstars), But they know I blow ‘em all away, Hey

[Outro]
Real, Real spill, Yeah
Baby girl,
I know I aint the only one that know you could be bitchy
You know what I’m sizzlin?
Ol’ boy,
I know I aint the only one that know you could be bitchy
Do your research before you down somebody else

Get off your high horse
Keyshia Cole, Get off your high horse
Rakim, Get off your high horse
Industry, Get off your high horse
Yeah

[chorus]
I’m cleaned up, my greens up, I’m teamed up.
The tea must be steamed up because we kixin’ it.
We got the liquor in the door we mixin’ it.
We lettin everybody know we hate fakes, frauds, false, foes.
We dont want to see ‘em. we let everybody know we kixin’ it.
We got the liquor in the door, we mixin it.
Come on everybody ooohh!

Kicken its automatic once I bit into this tablet probably never quit kicken it ’till I kick my drinking habit.
I doubt it will ever happen but never is what you never say.
Matter of fact I havent had a drink well since yesterday.
My dictions a lil slurry and visions a lil blurry
Stomache bubblin a lil bit, chickens a lil curry
The club fin to close so sippen this in a hurry
And plus I’m temperarly fixin n gettin merried
The party’s in the parking lot, loomin the mac world
Sobered up and noticed I was stroken on a fat girl!
Ohh ohh no no sin the clubs please say it aint so!
But I’m still in to kick it though, cup empty get some more
Say I shouldnt drink and drive, I party at the liquor store!

[chorus]
I’m cleaned up, my greens up, I’m teamed up.
The tea must be steamed up because we kixin’ it.
We got the liquor in the door we mixin’ it.
We lettin everybody know we hate fakes, frauds, false, foes.
We dont want to see ‘em. we let everybody know we kixin’ it.
We got the liquor in the door, we mixin it.
Come on everybody ooohh!

Done dealer tech n9ne, ron ron, got these chicks waving they hands in the air like they pom-poms.
Pop the military mind it but I’m calm niggers ask for a little bit of war but I’m nam.
Hit the club for an hour then I’m gone to the after party twenty missed calls from von-von.
I’m on some shit way over your head, swear to don if I get pissed I’m probally goin faaade
We’s big time, you’s hardly major. we spot bad chicks and fill em up with party favors.
Yeah all the haters we skrillin get stilla grit. get an empty cup and fill it quick.
‘Till its six in the morn, in the tel, killen slit lay my perpes, till the day I die who spit it real as this.

[chorus]
I’m cleaned up, my greens up, I’m teamed up.
The tea must be steamed up because we kixin’ it.
We got the liquor in the door we mixin’ it.
We lettin everybody know we hate fakes, frauds, false, foes.
We dont want to see ‘em. we let everybody know we kixin’ it.
We got the liquor in the door, we mixin it.
Come on everybody ooohh!

Take yo phone an shine your light an with your left cause te liquor id in your right hand.
Put your phone up, turn your cup up. grap a lady put your hand right on her butt.
Now squeeze it squeeze it come on squeeze it squeeze it.
Thats your gal now ya’ll can go on home and lay that ass on the couch and get your bone on

[chorus]
I’m cleaned up, my greens up, I’m teamed up.
The tea must be steamed up because we kixin’ it.
We got the liquor in the door we mixin’ it.
We lettin everybody know we hate fakes, frauds, false, foes.
We dont want to see ‘em. we let everybody know we kixin’ it.
We got the liquor in the door, we mixin it.
Come on everybody ooohh!

Kicken its automatic once I bit into this tablet probably never quit kicken it ’till I kick my drinking habit.
I doubt it will ever happen but never is what you never say.
Matter of fact I havent had a drink well since yesterday.
My dictions a lil slurry and visions a lil blurry
Stomache bubblin a lil bit, chickens a lil curry
The club fin to close so sippen this in a hurry
And plus I’m temperarly fixin n gettin merried
The party’s in the parking lot, loomin the mac world
Sobered up and noticed I was stroken on a fat girl!
Ohh ohh no no sin the clubs please say it aint so!
But I’m still in to kick it though, cup empty get some more
Say I shouldnt drink and drive, I party at the liquor store!

[chorus]
I’m cleaned up, my greens up, I’m teamed up.
The tea must be steamed up because we kixin’ it.
We got the liquor in the door we mixin’ it.
We lettin everybody know we hate fakes, frauds, false, foes.
We dont want to see ‘em. we let everybody know we kixin’ it.
We got the liquor in the door, we mixin it.
Come on everybody ooohh!

Done dealer tech n9ne, ron ron, got these chicks waving they hands in the air like they pom-poms.
Pop the military mind it but I’m calm niggers ask for a little bit of war but I’m nam.
Hit the club for an hour then I’m gone to the after party twenty missed calls from von-von.
I’m on some shit way over your head, swear to don if I get pissed I’m probally goin faaade
We’s big time, you’s hardly major. we spot bad chicks and fill em up with party favors.
Yeah all the haters we skrillin get stilla grit. get an empty cup and fill it quick.
‘Till its six in the morn, in the tel, killen slit lay my perpes, till the day I die who spit it real as this.

[chorus]
I’m cleaned up, my greens up, I’m teamed up.
The tea must be steamed up because we kixin’ it.
We got the liquor in the door we mixin’ it.
We lettin everybody know we hate fakes, frauds, false, foes.
We dont want to see ‘em. we let everybody know we kixin’ it.
We got the liquor in the door, we mixin it.
Come on everybody ooohh!

Take yo phone an shine your light an with your left cause te liquor id in your right hand.
Put your phone up, turn your cup up. grap a lady put your hand right on her butt.
Now squeeze it squeeze it come on squeeze it squeeze it.
Thats your gal now ya’ll can go on home and lay that ass on the couch and get your bone on

I just come to kick it with the bitches,
I aint come for you
If you really want it,
Yeah my homies got a gun or two
I take on every one of you,
Whut’chu wanna do
Don’t forget I got this whole club on my side,
Trippin is dumb’a you

Stop, everybody, whuts that sound?
It sound like a hater bout to get the beat down
With the quick.
N why they wanna go n get me pissed,
When they know I’m with me clique
N a real nigga like mitch he’s slick

On this Hennessy, sprite n lemon,
Fuck these niggas, invite the women
Bustas wanna insight the grimin,
Now ya gatta invite the crimin-als
Don’t gimmie that bullshit,
Nigga dont gimmie no looks
Ya better get over the shit,
A veterin knowin’ll pathetic
N let up fuckin ya hit me up cuz
So ya better snap ya fangers
And then rrock with it
Cuz if ya chops spit it
I’mma let somethin hot hit it
Bout a hundred somethin,
He looked like he wanted somethin
Remey had him beefy,
Now he look like a honey bun or somethin

[Chorus:]
AYE why they always gatta trip wit’cha
I’m mindin my bidness,
Now I gatta check yo temperature
AYE, playa hater man ya fixin’ ta
Make me lose it if ya heated
When I check ya temperature
AYE Now I aint come to play games,
So why ya gatta go n make me check ya temperature mane
AYE N I guess we all gonn’ bang,
If ya heated when I check ya temperature mane

Ah!
Kick it
Stay fresh
Step out
In my sundays best
Bitches trippin
You’ll get slapped
Hold up wait
Watchu bitches lookin at?
I’m callin askin
Why you askin bout me?
If for that liquor
She said cuz she spittin
New vics in a mix
Of tech n9ne and twista
Lip singing and chris at
?? at
Hundred grand
They spendin spend
Let louie v
And my womens wet

Who is she?
Cuz I been there
Who is he?
He aint a threat
Who am I?
KC Boss bitch
Watchu doin?
Tryin to snap back
A hundred degrees
I’m heated
Eat it
Like it was your dinner roll
You’ve never been a friend to me
Bitch betta check yo temperature

I’ll block you like rocky on cocky
Catch a lotta bombs
Try to knock me from my heiarchy
Straight down on calasackis
These poppies like that seed that
Hung from over seas
We g’s livin in that clipse so hard
That stunday is a stootin star
What the fuck you hoes stand for?
Knowin you all are some scared hoes
Make me start a girl fight
Betta check this bitches fair height
Blowin niggas I’m BeBe
See broke niggas I Skeske
I’ll choke ya head
Beacuse see
They gon drop you like my cd

[Chorus]

To tell you the truth
We havin a ball
There’s bitches all over the place
To Tell you the truth
We havin a ball
There’s bitches all over the place

There’s bitches all over the place
Why is you niggas all up in my face?
I’m from the flipt a script
And start trippin on them like
Whatchu niggas lookin at?

I think these niggas might need some glasses
What they lookin at?
I poodle tuckin its tail
I aint ever been mistookin that
Plus I can read your game plan
Like my book of raps
Last nigga that tried it
Caught a ride n then he took a nap
Nigga sleep go night night
For fuckin wit niggas that fight fight
And some of you suckas be hatin
Cuz we shinin like some bright lights
Tee nutty your street buddy
Tech n9ne in the click
They betta act like they got system
Lookin at me n go get in a bitch
That nigga ??
Flipt a script
And my nigga bow down
Straight from cal with a .50 cal wow
Ask around and they tell you blaow blaow
Aint nobody trippin off of you
I jus wanna kick it and be cool
Half of these niggas are up in this motha fucka
Wanna be part of the crew
Cuz they know we do the fool
Go dumb and act retarded
Dont ever like the started
But you can be our target
If I lose it open your mouth
For this thermometer
But check a niggas temperature
Ridin off with your chick
Smokin bomb wit her

[Chorus]

So baby..

Poh me anutha
Poh me anutha
Poh me anutha drank (Do It) [x2]

[Tech N9NE]
I wanna couple of dem para-dises
Gimme two of dem sum a dem beetches
That’s the Hennesy at the top
That’s fifty dollars a shot
Too much will make you pop to pieces
Cause when I party yes I drink to sin
Gimme drunk enough I’ll probably bink a friend
Rumble in my belly
Head is in the toilet
I will never ever get drunk again
I’m talkin bout them other cats
Drinkin a little boo and then they had enough of that
Dark is what I do can never get enough yak
But when I do what I do while they mixin em
What I gotta ask
Sane lookin man gon make me three
Cups of delicious K.C. Tea
That’s Hennesy, Sprite and lemon
If you got better than that you gotta make me see
Off in the club fucked up
And I got all of my bucks up
Twenty women at the bar right next to me
Every one of them just lucked up
Saturday night Voodoo Loungin it
Cause P & L club’s got boo boo sounds in it
All twenty comin with the crew who’s down to hit
Til the break of dawn wit a new new poundin it
Last call
Ain’t no such
Then we drinkin one in my clutch
Keep the party goin
I’m getting your lust up
Everybody we be comin to lift your cups then

[Chorus]
Poh me anutha
Poh me anutha
Poh me anutha drank (Do It) [x2]

My pocket is full of bank
You want me to stop I can’t
It’s sho hot in this place I think I’m about to faint

So baby….

Poh me anutha
Poh me anutha
Poh me anutha drank (Do It) [x2]

My pocket is full of bank
You want me to stop I can’t
It’s sho hot in this place I think I’m about to faint

So baby…

[Kutt Calhoun]
I’m theatre of the hood
When it’s lights, cameras, faction
Niggas gon be niggas when it’s fight satisfaction
I walk up to the bar smellin like the Kenneth Reaction
Niggas reactin like you must be out of his slacks
When I’m undressed I confess I act a foolery
A pocket full of duckettes
Buku bitches and jewelery
I’m buyin out the bar like my name was Anheusur Brewery
And hittin bush by the duece
Like Jesus created two of me
Haters they make me famous
So I’m deservin an Oscar
Walkin by niggas notice my swagger’s disturbin they posture
But I don’t ever pranks bein gangsta got a steady aim
Cause the K will make them feel more hits than Teddy Pain
So I don’t tease about the way I’m makin cheese
I know you haties wanna cease and desist
But it will never ever happen
Cause I’m definitely rapping
At the party wondering will I quit
I simply say

Poh me anutha
Poh me anutha
Poh me anutha drank (Do It) [x2]

My pocket is full of bank
You want me to stop I can’t
It’s sho hot in this place I think I’m about to faint

So baby…

Poh me anutha
Poh me anutha
Poh me anutha drank (Do It) [x2]

My pocket is full of bank
You want me to stop I can’t
It’s sho hot in this place I think I’m about to faint

So baby..

[Potluck]
I’m the type of drinker with no mixers in my liquors
Crown Royal on the rocks serve it in your biggest pitcher
Rock the cocktail thinking Potluck too high to talk to women
Just wanna get em drunk shut em up and get up in em
She tipsy off six shots
She’s feelin my Rick Ross
She wanna lick a rapper and roll wit a big boss
Push it to the limit
Everyday’s another party
Pineapple mali and Bacardi turnin all the women naughty

Uh-Oh

I be drinkin everyday like I’m on tour
And I love to get high like bon jour
Take another shot the shit’s contagious
Like Nicolas Cage you live in Las Vegas
I’m sedated (?)
Aimlessly lookin for faded hoes who wanna get naked
Cause bitch it’s under rated
So pour me another drink
I want one
I’ma take it to the head til they all done
I can barely stand up let alone run
But the name of the game is to have fun
So take a shot with me little mama
I promise I don’t bite like Jeffery Dahmer
I’m goin to the top like Barack Obama
I’m a never slow it down like a comet
So I’ma..

Poh me anutha
Poh me anutha
Poh me anutha drank (Do It) [x2]

My pocket is full of bank
You want me to stop I can’t
It’s sho hot in this place I think I’m about to faint

So baby

Poh me anutha
Poh me anutha
Poh me anutha drank (Do It) [x2]

My pocket is full of bank
You want me to stop I can’t
It’s sho hot in this place I think I’m about to..

[Verse 1:]
How do I describe my pain?
It just rains and it rains
At the same time flame-ah
I am bane, insane in my veins,
No restraints can chain or contain me,
I’m dangerous!

When I gave you my light,
It was wrong, wasn’t right,
Ain’t no love was in sight when I needed.
So I run with the night
In the songs that I write
If I be violent, then I wont be defeated.

It’s jet black in my brain,
‘Cause the hatred you gave me
Has turned me to twisted.
You dont like this,
Suck my dick,
All the kids with the sickness
Been waiting for this shit!

I wanna get into the mind of your youngest,
Fill it with fungous,
And grow it ’til it’s humongous.
Psycho alumnist, the tip of the tongue slip,
Urgin’ you punk bitch,
Eat shit from your dung pit.

[Chorus:]
Everyone are you ready for doom,
Because I’ve blackened the sun,
And I’ve bloodied the moon.
I bring gloom when I step in the room,
With the fumes of a tomb,
I consume all the light in the day.

Everyone are you ready for doom,
Because I’ve blackened the sun,
And I’ve bloodied the moon.
I bring gloom when I step in the room,
With the fumes of a tomb.
Flowers bloom when Im taken away

[Verse 2:]
I’ve got this cloud inside that’s consuming my mind,
All the brown in my eyes are disolving,
Into the whites of my eyes now the night will arise
And I’m hype cause the beast is evolving
Step into my dreams, lot of bleeding and seaman and green rotted demons
And they feed thier seeds collard greens filled with feces and cheese pieces

Of human cerebrum this evening (stay away)

Cause everything I touch turns to mold (If you want me)
Everything I fuck, Striaght explodes
(Are we there yet)
(Are you scared yet)
(Look at the pussy in your pants, wanna share that)
(Let me in Imma rip it then Imma tear that)
(I’m tryin’ to eat it, bitch where the mothafuckin hair at?)

[Chorus:]
Everyone are you ready for doom,
Because I’ve blackened the sun,
And I’ve bloodied the moon.
I bring gloom when I step in the room,
With the fumes of a tomb,
I consume all the light in the day.

Everyone are you ready for doom,
Because I’ve blackened the sun,
And I’ve bloodied the moon.
I bring gloom when I step in the room,
With the fumes of a tomb.
flowers bloom when Im taken away

[Verse 3:]
Heat Swells, Details, everybody Eat nails, sleep well
Held the gun, I come to attack everyone, you little crumbs all are done Imma

Blacken the sun
All are damage it, can you manage to vanish cut you like anakin man it, damn

It and it’s no panicing.
When I eat your soul, He’s North pole, That meaning Imma be more cold

Freeze more souls, 40 below
Piss Lav and cuervo, Plus habanaro, Now chug it
Burn their heads to their toes, I will not spare those, I love it
(This is the result of you)
(Thinking all clear)
(Callin’ me wierd)
(Thinkin’ I’m a devil so you niggas dont cheer)
(I don’t give a fuck what you think of tecca nina this year)

[Chorus:]
Everyone are you ready for doom,
Because I’ve blackened the sun,
And I’ve bloodied the moon.
Bring gloom when I step in the room,
With the fumes of a tomb,
I consume all the light in the day.

Everyone are you ready for doom,
Because I’ve blackened the sun,
And I’ve bloodied the moon.
Bring gloom when I step in the room,
With the fumes of a tomb.
Flowers bloom when I’m taken away

[Intro - Chopped and Screwed Voice - talking]
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!

[Verse 1 - 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!

[Chorus]
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 …)

[Verse 2 - 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

[Chorus]

From our east coast instructor – Chino XL

[Verse 3 - 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

[Chorus]

Yes I got to be vicious, this is Sickology

[Outro - Chopped and Screwed Voice - talking]
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

[Chorus:]
Swing first, Imma destroy.
You a curse, Imma B. Boy!
Cherried up, let ‘em Be No(ise)y.
Let the whole world know Im a B. Boy! [X2]

[Verse 1 - Big Scoob]
Let Big Scoob do it, he let that blue hang.
So let Scoob do it, Imma let that brown rag swang.
Me to deuce to it, boy that’s just a 5,6 thang.
Now SWHOOP! WHOOP!
Thats how we rep this game.
I ain’t new to it, will I got that bang in my veins.
And Im true to it, all I know is bang ‘em and came.
So get use to it, validation now Im with Strange.
ALL these villains off the block have been incinerated in flames

[Kutt Calhoun]
I pledge allegiance to the flag, I am knightin’ hoods of dow-murity.
I’m certified, top bangin with sum fluency.
I made it with my heart in hopes of unity, and left out a family with a .40, Kali, and a newer me.
Deuce click represent, red rag regiment, red rope replicates, whips runt recreate.
Rest won’t, like I meant.
Reffs don’t let ya win, Red wine?? testa meant we….

[Chorus: X2]

[Verse 2 - Skatterman]
Fore I tend 2:35, hell of a left hook.
Niggas think the feds came and got when they got West Crook.
A vent look, pull up stuntin and get your vet took.
Or we could stand Mono Emono and get your best whoop.
Knuckle up knucklehead, nigga been with this knuckle game.
Still fuckin the street with Kutt and Kali,baby ain’t nothin change (STRANGE!)
A drive for no paper work, organize drive-bys and your neighbor heard.
Send a couple down and hey you and your neighbor Merc.
Show you I ain’t playin fuck around and knock your neighbor first.
It’s Skatterman, pussy mortar just took virgins son.
Who you think Tech gonna call that the Dergish love.
Red cap, red shirt, red shoe strings.
My .45 is a bitch, and I think she havin mood swings (Mood Swings?)
You think them boys got guns watch what your dude bring.
Fully auto AR-15, wipe out the Blue Team!

[Chorus: X2]

[Verse 3 - Tech N9ne]
Beats bangin with a bigger bringer in the back bitch.
Bout to blast with the blood and a black brick.
Boss ballin with breakin bred and against breed.
And beautiful biancas, videos, and CD’s with big beat.
Bow before brilliance, blessed to be buildin it.
Best in this Bari o Bane and bazaar and more bills in this.
Bangin this baby’s be blingin as his booty.
Big booty,big bucks, bringin this his pencil in as big bucks!
I’m a black baboon, bring me bags of bananas.
Bonefied, really bad ass with a brown bandanna.
Been gone with Carty-bilou and I’m bout to be bigger bent,
but if I break, you bein busted before I’m blown and belligerent.
Six deuce brings dick in it, Im bloated than Blimpy.
Broades be blowin me in the back of the black Bently.
Never known about bringin no Brucy.
But Ive been in the bomb like Sha Boobla Boopy! [pause]

[Bumpy Knuckles]
Yo it’s the OG nuts nuts, I rose with them B. Boys.
We walkin round strapped up-up,
You can talk that killa shit if you want my niggas guarantee that you’ll get cracked up-up.
See I’m the beast, you better picture chick battlin baby, in the blood,
Tech Nina’s saddled up-up.
And for the record nigga, check mine and you will find that I shit legendary statuses up-up.
Come on, be like both ya gotta be a big ball breaker (pow!)
Crack a nigga jaws like a jaw breaker (craaack!)
Knock ya out and and hit them pockets like a cold hand.
I’m bustin new mothafuckin shit and I’m an old man.
They said my music was Strange until I made me sum change and now they ridin my nuts-nuts.
Tech N9ne’s out the window, you see them KC Killas ridin by y’all niggas better duck-duck!

[Chorus: X2]

- Go back outside
Look at your stars
- Don’t ever hide
It’s all inside
- Behind your eyes
Just realise
- So sad, so wise
How far

Look at your skies
- A comet you are
It’s all inside
- It’s a star too far
Just realise
How far

“And we feel our own experiences” x2

“This is what we’re trying to do”

It’s not just stars
We’re not on Mars
It’s where you are
Go back outside
Don’t ever hide
Behind your eyes
So sad, so wise
A comet you are
It’s a star too far

“Risk all to grasp the deepest and most hidden revelations”