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  • Текст песни Tech N9ne - голо

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    Turkey
    Sen kalk, bir minik mikrofonunu getir (Get up, get your microphone)
    Bak jak burada mikrofonuna tak (Look, here is the jack, connect you mic)
    Kağıt kalem bir de ilham alınacak (And here is the paper and the pen, we’re gonna get inspired)
    Tam gaz choppers, havada düşman avına çıkalım (No stop Choppers are in the air, Let’s hunt enemies)
    Akalım, haydi bu battle’ı kazanalım (Let’s go, let’s win this battle)

    (We started in the Midwest)
    (Now we 'bout to take it)
    (All over the world, baby! )
    (This is the pinnacle! )
    (Yeah, Tech N9ne! )

    [Tech N9ne]
    Follow me, all around the planet, I run the gamut on psychology
    They could never manage, we do damage wit' no apology
    Pick 'em out the panic, a little manic 'cause I gotta be
    Frantic, I'ma jam it 'cause I'm an oddity
    Down for the trackin' like I'm grabbin' at my binoculars
    I could pop at you, papa, 'cause I'm partners wit' Waka Flocka
    Gimme the top of hip-hop and watch 'I'm make 'em rock
    With a show-stopper, chakras poppin' off the (Worldwide Choppers)
    If you anybody, you notice it
    Take as the pinnacle, now the ideal nickel solos it
    Little coders to pull again, wrote it quick and they quoted it
    Yo, when it exposed, the flow be hold it, 'cause when that motor spit
    A-bi-de-a, bi-de-a, never to get free of the rear
    Better to get just near the mirror, ready to get near my heirs
    Gimme the knock and I'ma chop it, he came and it went tomorrow
    But I'ma lock it down and hop in the pocket like empanadas

    Hit 'em up and get 'em up, I ain't done, I ain't did enough
    Trippin' when I rip it, I be the X when I split 'em up
    Sorta like I was liquored up and backin' up in the cup
    Everybody be knowin' I be actin' up when I buzz
    From Missouri to Canada, I be keepin' the stamina
    If you never been a fan of the man, the planet's unanimous
    Killa Kaz'll fuck anybody, Tech is calamitous
    Leave 'em in the dust, anybody, Tech when I'm standin' up

    Tech is hostile, he's awful
    He really be wicked when he off in the bottle
    You wit' it, you dig it, you never lost the apostle
    He's thinkin' he can give it the Poe and toss it Picasso
    Killin' everybody off is the motto
    And I be the only chopper that's tossed in the brothel
    You said it's pathetic, my head is off in the taco
    I sped and you bled and you in the convo when I go

    [Hook]
    I'm light years
    Ahead of my peers
    Want some, you can come bring it right here
    Can't clown me
    Don't come 'round me
    Bow down, I was crowned when they found me

    (K.C.)

    Check it, I'm ahead of 'em, chop it up with the veteran
    A legend developin', they gotta tell 'I'm it's evident
    Gotta notice an elephant, none of you niggas relevant'
    You delicate, I'm lovin' every second of this

    (Denmark)
    De vil alle tjekke når vi ligger det
    kommer ind og smækker det beatet jeg vækker det
    i ved hvad der kommer ud af min mund
    hanger med de vildeste gutter
    det minder mig om vi stikker det af
    for de kalder mig alle vild worldwide chopper

    (Alabama)

    [Yelawolf]
    What if I ran into you wit' a Pogo stick?
    Hoppin up on top of you rappers like a Jehovah's Witness?
    Wit' a photo of Jesus and a paper pamphlet
    And I threw up more tracks like I was playin' Hamlet?
    Syllable burnin', that internal damage
    Swing, batter, batter, but then I lay back on a hammock
    Under an oak tree, like I was peelin' pecans
    But instead, I'm peelin' rappers' heads, makin' a sam-a-wich
    Think I'ma turn into and put a bullet inside of a

    Motherfucker from Westside, a 1987 box
    I’m headed up, yeah, headed for bucks
    Fuck ‘em all, make ‘em feel my dr

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