Tech N9ne Read This!!!!!!
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Ahem.... (clears throat)
O.Z. you suck, to bad your brains in reverse/
Cause if you knew that you were garbage "you" would call "you' a nurse/
Listen, Tech dont give a fuck now, he was gonna call/
Until Travis told him "WAIT! they aint even listen at all"/
You proved your flow was wack, your intergalactic crap/
Please take two steps back, and attempt to erase your raps/
Give yourself a refund, for buying into your self/
I wouldn't sign you to sweep shit, you'd try to sweep up yourself/
You should be M.C. runonsentence and then sentenced to life/
Because the shit that you were saying is a crime if I'm right/
So there I will leave it at that, and go back to my hole/
And call the WAHHHHMBULANCE so they can take you on home/
Awww shit, I feel it now, I wish a muthafucka would/
Oh yeah, we heard your demo and we fed it to some wolves/
Fuck 1000 other demo's, You feel Tech oweds you a deal
WELL LEARN TO SPELL ""gutta setta no tears willame spill""
O.Z. you suck, to bad your brains in reverse/
Cause if you knew that you were garbage "you" would call "you' a nurse/
Listen, Tech dont give a fuck now, he was gonna call/
Until Travis told him "WAIT! they aint even listen at all"/
You proved your flow was wack, your intergalactic crap/
Please take two steps back, and attempt to erase your raps/
Give yourself a refund, for buying into your self/
I wouldn't sign you to sweep shit, you'd try to sweep up yourself/
You should be M.C. runonsentence and then sentenced to life/
Because the shit that you were saying is a crime if I'm right/
So there I will leave it at that, and go back to my hole/
And call the WAHHHHMBULANCE so they can take you on home/
Awww shit, I feel it now, I wish a muthafucka would/
Oh yeah, we heard your demo and we fed it to some wolves/
Fuck 1000 other demo's, You feel Tech oweds you a deal
WELL LEARN TO SPELL ""gutta setta no tears willame spill""
an explanation
i think an explanation is required. i dont deny that tech's shit is definately some of the best. i just lost the respect. maybe ive been vidictive, but in my nice guy naiveness i thought he would see the potential. so all yal hatin muthaf*ckas F*CK YOU!! i will get my respect one way or 8 even if its the hard way.
i think an explanation is required. i dont deny that tech's shit is definately some of the best. i just lost the respect. maybe ive been vidictive, but in my nice guy naiveness i thought he would see the potential. so all yal hatin muthaf*ckas F*CK YOU!! i will get my respect one way or 8 even if its the hard way.
The Chronic King
Hook
Gotta pack grips and grips of that icky sticky shit
weed comin outta my ears what a pemanent eclipse
Im the Chronic King, Im the Chronic King
Mortals that know they blown long ago oh no go foe of my clique
ifn you still fin to blaze capacity amazes cant compare to this
Im the Chronic King, Im the Chronic King
Flippin these unmatchable scripts and laughin at the pricks
thinkin they better that this keep that wish bitch
and save it for somethin a litttle more realistic
listen to it in bliss quit the diss or you wont be missed
Im the Chronic King
I just cant stop it droppin down pounds and smokin like im a hobbit/ gettin my mental lit flame janes til im sick emnity done mopped it sobbin/ greens are a sidekick like Tonto or Robin and it knows me as kin/ with lyrics like these and secondhand smoke makin a dick tease i will win/ where did you think the title came from Chronic King true smoke-a-lot / tetracel white hundred dolla blunts nothin smoke betta that O.Z.'s pot/ if you thinking of pullin a Jordan blatant griftin my stash you gonna be caught/ and ifn you indendin to come between me and my Gypsy you gonna be fought/ but really right now just fin to be in writin mode prior to loadin my next bowl/ though gotta keep smokin chokin tokin til me be old/ sometimes gotta put down the pipe pen pad and let my stories be told/ and if muthafuckas got mental mold then all yall heads will explode/ like Weird Al in that Leslie Nielson flick from the real of my notes/ get the fuck off my pole hoe and proceed to intellectually grow/ or get trown outta the clique landin on a dick in the wrong hole/ this is the doom for foolish mortals thinkin they so bold/ if loyalty is cheap peep your weep seepin in the soul on a slow creep/ in to deep against the Marianas and your style either repeat or last week/ sneak peak mode weak hit the road read all about it you non-meek/ all im in the mood to do is stone all of my crew and get the weed that you seek/
(hook)
Im poor white trash tradition from KS a.k.a. Bumfuck, Egypt/ 12 years old realize chance to crow i heard Bone 8 years ago bound to flow create a clique/ the wheel of fortune smiled that day muse creates fate great thats my pick/ damn sometimes me be pinnin me be too quick too tite and too fuckin sick/ cliche line but executed in flawless mode written high when ego died/ by me and my wife with a mini lean mean green machine water pipe in the green room with red eyes/ got it fake G-guy i now know what you ride fuck Slicky GI grievance multiplies/ s-s-studda b-b-betta my titeness developed while i was a g-g-gutta s-s-setta/ student surpassed fake weak master of Sith/ Makaveli props forever Machiavelli just a multi faced bitch/ maybe thats the posseor cuz you be actin just like the fell whore/ head or tails run up on me you fail tite white male railed and slammed the door/ how can you be sayin you tite when your flow is realisticly poor/ and thou what? you a backstabbin untrue noncrew new you coll fool blue hata straight to the core/ told yall before shit goes down i pad my pen write another Estrangement/ flippin bout friends turnin enemies catchin green and gold glint dyin to fuck my plans/ snatchin my grands fuck your plans their existances matters not to my fans/ takin theyre love and flowin it eternally against you dam/
(hook)
its a damn shame skilled talented and brought into the game by the Herculean Great Satan/ intelligent but blatant eveil abounds and look at the mess it created/ still occasionally a ray of hope is to be found end head poundin turn around/ plus i got the biggest mothafuckin pair of testicles and they platinum plated/ a direction in life a path outta strife King of the mound a greenish crown/ every sack concieved i percieved titeness recieved creatively a new sound/ foolish mortals created a Hell of Mother Terra and prejudice gottame feelin down/ record got sold but noone was told mothafuckas didnt start this shit at 12 years old/ rap reality check the King knows it like a fact no bull will be pulled/ i come tite like the Vestal core like sun so now you melting and been done culled/ when intellectual lyrics get spit ignorance cries "Stupid Shit!" on this i must mull/ whay are so many foolish mortals quick to fall off the goodness coil/ my s-s-stomache acids boil and my stoned happiness spoils/ when fell scandalous mothafuckas see my plans and wanna foil/ but i deny the little fly and lie mastas cry and betta male and neva fail is how i toil/ can you for one second decide i dont deserve this game/ but anyone of that mental betta Frieza and lose the Cooler cuz itsa lame/ King Cold G defeat not by Trunks but by me O.Z. betta remember the name/ cuz my shit is one of the titest hardcore styles those whore are weak will lose the fame/
Hook
Gotta pack grips and grips of that icky sticky shit
weed comin outta my ears what a pemanent eclipse
Im the Chronic King, Im the Chronic King
Mortals that know they blown long ago oh no go foe of my clique
ifn you still fin to blaze capacity amazes cant compare to this
Im the Chronic King, Im the Chronic King
Flippin these unmatchable scripts and laughin at the pricks
thinkin they better that this keep that wish bitch
and save it for somethin a litttle more realistic
listen to it in bliss quit the diss or you wont be missed
Im the Chronic King
I just cant stop it droppin down pounds and smokin like im a hobbit/ gettin my mental lit flame janes til im sick emnity done mopped it sobbin/ greens are a sidekick like Tonto or Robin and it knows me as kin/ with lyrics like these and secondhand smoke makin a dick tease i will win/ where did you think the title came from Chronic King true smoke-a-lot / tetracel white hundred dolla blunts nothin smoke betta that O.Z.'s pot/ if you thinking of pullin a Jordan blatant griftin my stash you gonna be caught/ and ifn you indendin to come between me and my Gypsy you gonna be fought/ but really right now just fin to be in writin mode prior to loadin my next bowl/ though gotta keep smokin chokin tokin til me be old/ sometimes gotta put down the pipe pen pad and let my stories be told/ and if muthafuckas got mental mold then all yall heads will explode/ like Weird Al in that Leslie Nielson flick from the real of my notes/ get the fuck off my pole hoe and proceed to intellectually grow/ or get trown outta the clique landin on a dick in the wrong hole/ this is the doom for foolish mortals thinkin they so bold/ if loyalty is cheap peep your weep seepin in the soul on a slow creep/ in to deep against the Marianas and your style either repeat or last week/ sneak peak mode weak hit the road read all about it you non-meek/ all im in the mood to do is stone all of my crew and get the weed that you seek/
(hook)
Im poor white trash tradition from KS a.k.a. Bumfuck, Egypt/ 12 years old realize chance to crow i heard Bone 8 years ago bound to flow create a clique/ the wheel of fortune smiled that day muse creates fate great thats my pick/ damn sometimes me be pinnin me be too quick too tite and too fuckin sick/ cliche line but executed in flawless mode written high when ego died/ by me and my wife with a mini lean mean green machine water pipe in the green room with red eyes/ got it fake G-guy i now know what you ride fuck Slicky GI grievance multiplies/ s-s-studda b-b-betta my titeness developed while i was a g-g-gutta s-s-setta/ student surpassed fake weak master of Sith/ Makaveli props forever Machiavelli just a multi faced bitch/ maybe thats the posseor cuz you be actin just like the fell whore/ head or tails run up on me you fail tite white male railed and slammed the door/ how can you be sayin you tite when your flow is realisticly poor/ and thou what? you a backstabbin untrue noncrew new you coll fool blue hata straight to the core/ told yall before shit goes down i pad my pen write another Estrangement/ flippin bout friends turnin enemies catchin green and gold glint dyin to fuck my plans/ snatchin my grands fuck your plans their existances matters not to my fans/ takin theyre love and flowin it eternally against you dam/
(hook)
its a damn shame skilled talented and brought into the game by the Herculean Great Satan/ intelligent but blatant eveil abounds and look at the mess it created/ still occasionally a ray of hope is to be found end head poundin turn around/ plus i got the biggest mothafuckin pair of testicles and they platinum plated/ a direction in life a path outta strife King of the mound a greenish crown/ every sack concieved i percieved titeness recieved creatively a new sound/ foolish mortals created a Hell of Mother Terra and prejudice gottame feelin down/ record got sold but noone was told mothafuckas didnt start this shit at 12 years old/ rap reality check the King knows it like a fact no bull will be pulled/ i come tite like the Vestal core like sun so now you melting and been done culled/ when intellectual lyrics get spit ignorance cries "Stupid Shit!" on this i must mull/ whay are so many foolish mortals quick to fall off the goodness coil/ my s-s-stomache acids boil and my stoned happiness spoils/ when fell scandalous mothafuckas see my plans and wanna foil/ but i deny the little fly and lie mastas cry and betta male and neva fail is how i toil/ can you for one second decide i dont deserve this game/ but anyone of that mental betta Frieza and lose the Cooler cuz itsa lame/ King Cold G defeat not by Trunks but by me O.Z. betta remember the name/ cuz my shit is one of the titest hardcore styles those whore are weak will lose the fame/
Estrangement
this is the first flow i wrote against Slick G a.k.a. Jordan Richard
(hook)
Thank O.Z. that Slick G is deceased
extractin my ultimate grievance with lyricals
Rest in peace with this tite eulogy
damagin verses you just cannot hang with this soul (x2)
You nothin but a fake weak doped up coward self-fiend/ who couldnt tell the truth to save your life and snatched my cream/ couldnt discern that you were not what you seemed/props for the pros wrongs keep festering way too mean/ you introduced me to Gypsy weed drink rap slack but by heart still bleeds/ fell to Mr. Deeds my creed not given the heed it needed me believed/ a good guy all along naivete is my minds song too bad thats the case/ i saved your life twice when you wanted to end the strife why? am i crazed/ as im thinkin back to impala days good and blazed with golden haze we werent fin to be fazed at my grandmothers place/ with a bomb sack that ringin a bell/ throughout all of my personal hells you caught me when i wanted to bail/ neva could tell all of the kinship i felt/ and when your problems too big to be dealt stood by your side surprised its me on a melt/ in case you too dense im crying for our friendship deceased/ so now rest in peace asame comin to be defeatin the lyrical least fin to fold a crease and show what for/ teach you bitch you cant leach this grieved T no more/ now that the door got knocked peelin scales/ impossible to incapable of even a small chance to fail/ and if anybody be pinnin to listenin to this damagin tale/ when im on top you the gutta setta and im the betta male/
(hook)
you cannot comprehend how deep the pained brain you gave me/ possessed certainly totally grieved about evil with greed/ thieve me betta believe im gonna create the end of you "G"/ bitch please you claiming to be slick/ but stuck at conception of your ends blown outta the clique/ wont be me but with your record easily decieve the unsupecting fiend/ demon fin to be done me extracted grievance on thee/ the bullshit pulled post HIGHLAND jack moved for over a grand/ was it the whole plan cuz you figurin my head up in the sand/ and it ten thousand times worse when you try to break up a happy home/ ruinin what was left of my life leavin me pissed enough to foam/ i never expected this kinda number to be done upon my dome/ and i never suspected youd be bitin takin my lyics as your own/ pathological lyar kleptomaniac now wantin to be a clone?/ a little bitta bible you need to absorb till then ill be prayin for your core while blessed success is knock knock knockin on my door/ you just a whore whore whore whore whore/ you just a whore whore whore whore whore/ you just a whore whore whore whore whore/
(hook)
is it the thing of the lame to pull outta they ass shit smellin the same/ as before but neva eva more will i get caught up in your game/ definately looking for the pain you will gain infamy IN FLAMES/ me a victim of a selfish bitch Slick just had to get his feed DERANGED/now me bout to unleash release me mythical beast the chimaera you lack/ O.Z.'s got the realestness everyone knows you a quack/ when im finished with you reputation not even pigs will seel you a sack/ you know its sad when someone with skill and talent god evil bad maybe too late for redemption takes a little bitta somethin i dont think you have/ so this damnin reaming is brought to you by the fact you gottame fucking mad/ my rage produces a hell of a lotta ash you pin you cant clash/ cuz the untrue noncrew new you cool fool blue hata will end up in the trash/ if theres any hope for a blatant reversal of snatchin cash i will retire this bash/ but if the evil continues to abound and you wanna play/ me spreadin around every single town the apt sobriquet/ The ASS!
this is the first flow i wrote against Slick G a.k.a. Jordan Richard
(hook)
Thank O.Z. that Slick G is deceased
extractin my ultimate grievance with lyricals
Rest in peace with this tite eulogy
damagin verses you just cannot hang with this soul (x2)
You nothin but a fake weak doped up coward self-fiend/ who couldnt tell the truth to save your life and snatched my cream/ couldnt discern that you were not what you seemed/props for the pros wrongs keep festering way too mean/ you introduced me to Gypsy weed drink rap slack but by heart still bleeds/ fell to Mr. Deeds my creed not given the heed it needed me believed/ a good guy all along naivete is my minds song too bad thats the case/ i saved your life twice when you wanted to end the strife why? am i crazed/ as im thinkin back to impala days good and blazed with golden haze we werent fin to be fazed at my grandmothers place/ with a bomb sack that ringin a bell/ throughout all of my personal hells you caught me when i wanted to bail/ neva could tell all of the kinship i felt/ and when your problems too big to be dealt stood by your side surprised its me on a melt/ in case you too dense im crying for our friendship deceased/ so now rest in peace asame comin to be defeatin the lyrical least fin to fold a crease and show what for/ teach you bitch you cant leach this grieved T no more/ now that the door got knocked peelin scales/ impossible to incapable of even a small chance to fail/ and if anybody be pinnin to listenin to this damagin tale/ when im on top you the gutta setta and im the betta male/
(hook)
you cannot comprehend how deep the pained brain you gave me/ possessed certainly totally grieved about evil with greed/ thieve me betta believe im gonna create the end of you "G"/ bitch please you claiming to be slick/ but stuck at conception of your ends blown outta the clique/ wont be me but with your record easily decieve the unsupecting fiend/ demon fin to be done me extracted grievance on thee/ the bullshit pulled post HIGHLAND jack moved for over a grand/ was it the whole plan cuz you figurin my head up in the sand/ and it ten thousand times worse when you try to break up a happy home/ ruinin what was left of my life leavin me pissed enough to foam/ i never expected this kinda number to be done upon my dome/ and i never suspected youd be bitin takin my lyics as your own/ pathological lyar kleptomaniac now wantin to be a clone?/ a little bitta bible you need to absorb till then ill be prayin for your core while blessed success is knock knock knockin on my door/ you just a whore whore whore whore whore/ you just a whore whore whore whore whore/ you just a whore whore whore whore whore/
(hook)
is it the thing of the lame to pull outta they ass shit smellin the same/ as before but neva eva more will i get caught up in your game/ definately looking for the pain you will gain infamy IN FLAMES/ me a victim of a selfish bitch Slick just had to get his feed DERANGED/now me bout to unleash release me mythical beast the chimaera you lack/ O.Z.'s got the realestness everyone knows you a quack/ when im finished with you reputation not even pigs will seel you a sack/ you know its sad when someone with skill and talent god evil bad maybe too late for redemption takes a little bitta somethin i dont think you have/ so this damnin reaming is brought to you by the fact you gottame fucking mad/ my rage produces a hell of a lotta ash you pin you cant clash/ cuz the untrue noncrew new you cool fool blue hata will end up in the trash/ if theres any hope for a blatant reversal of snatchin cash i will retire this bash/ but if the evil continues to abound and you wanna play/ me spreadin around every single town the apt sobriquet/ The ASS!
I watched lord of the rings and saw no hobbits smoking. Like someone else said, you are writing words that even YOU don't understand. And Why should you lose respect for Tech because he does not want to work with a shitty ass rapper like you? I wouldn't even call you a rapper. You are young and dumb. Your name is Gay too. I think you need to go to a writing class to learn how to spell. And get a dictionary to understand the meaning of words. Also you may want to read up on how to rhyme. Not only do your flows NOT rhyme and NOT make sense, they also make me feel like I am stuttering when I read them.
This could very easily be the least talented, least logical, least organized, rapper I have ever heard. I sure hope he doesn't actually have a demo, and instead, just flows his disorganized rhymes on misc. chat rooms so he can have people talk to him. Please tell me this lack of talent doesn't really have a demo, b/c I think I can put out a demo that sounds better than this shit.....and I KNOW I can't sing, rap, or rhyme.
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