Текст Песни Tech N9ne Worldwide Choppers (lyrics) - 19 Октября 2014 - ТеКсты песен, Слова Песен, Lyrics
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Текст Песни Tech N9ne Worldwide Choppers (lyrics)

Слова песни lyrics Tech N9ne Worldwide Choppers

Ceza

Sen kalk bi’ mini mikrofonunu get bak shot
Burda diktafonuna tak kâğıt kalem bir de ilham alınacak
Tam gaz Choppers havada düşmana buna
Çıkalım akalım hadi bu battle’ı kazanalım

(It 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 Sickology
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 ‘im make ‘em rock
With a show-stopper, chakras poppin’ off the (Worldwide Choppers)
If you anybody, you notice it
Tech is the pinnacle, now the ideal nigga solos it
Little coders to pull again, wrote it quick and they quoted it
Yo, when exposed, the flow be hold it, ’cause when the motor spit
A-bi-de-a, bi-de-a, never did 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 bust
From Missouri to Canada, I be keepin’ the stamina
If you never been a fan of the man, the planet’s unanimous
Killer, ’cause he’ll fuck anybody, Tech is calamitous
Leave ‘em in the dust, anybody, Tech when I’m standin’, uh
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 coffin when I go

I’m light years ahead of my peers
Want some, you can come bring it right here (Worldwide choppers)
Can’t clown me, don’t come ’round me
Bow down, I was crowned when they found me

(K.C.)
J.L.

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

(Denmark)
U$O

De vil alle tjekke når vi ligger det (They will all check it when we lay it)
Kommer ind og smækker det beatet jeg vækker det (Coming in and smashing it, beatin’, I’m waking it)
I ved hvad der kommer ud af min mund (You know what’s coming out of my mouth)
Hanger med de vildeste gutter (Hanging with the coolest guys)
Det minder mig om vi stikker det af (It reminds me we stapping it (set on fire))
For de kalder mig alle vild worldwide chopper (‘Cause they all call me wild worldwide chopper)

(Alabama)
Yelawolf

What if I ran into you wit’ a Pogo stick?
Hopped 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
Pick up a .22 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 dread like I had a head of locks
Feelin’ rebuffed, like you had that shot
But I hopped on the fuckin’ beat and I worldwide chopped
Wanna fuck wit’ Tech N9ne, with double time
I smoke a beat wit’ Mr. Busta Rhymes, well,

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