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Krayzie Bone

"Midwest Choppers 2"

[Intro: Tech N9ne]
We scoured the globe on a quest to find the most elite
Most intricate tongues of all time
California, New York, Denmark, Australia
Then a cold wind from the Midwest brought the hardest
Fastest, most accurate tongues ever heard in our lifetime
These are the Midwest Choppers

[Verse 1: K-Dean]
I got a message for any one of you muthaf*ckin' n*ggas
That wanna talk 'bout the Mid-Midwest
We dangerous, aim to bust any little n*gga with a big-big chest
Anybody that wanna be comin' thinkin' they hotter
I'm a type of n*gga that'll really kill ya for dollas
f*ck everybody that want a piece of a killa
For real, me and my n*ggas will leave you floatin' in a river
So f*ck all you haters, you heard what I said
My flow a little bit over your head
Act like a pencil, I'll fill you with lead
If you afraid, then tell me you scared
'Cause I'ma little bit out of my muthaf*ckin' mind
The hardest rapper that Tecca N9na could f*ckin' find
Who that? Who that? That's me
Who that? Who that? K-Dean
When I was comin' up in the game everybody was tellin' me
'I really be killin' a lot of you n*ggas, I'm mean'
f*ckin' with my n*ggas D-Loc and Dalima
They told me, 'I be really gotta be a murderin' killin' machine'
I didn't care about nothing but rappin' my way to the top
f*ckin' with my n*gga Tech, he told me I'm hot
Anybody got a problem with any one of my n*ggas
I’ll pull out the 9 mill I betchu it'll pop
Bring the heat, bring the noise, bring the flames
Anything that you bring, I'ma tame
Puttin' dirt on the top of my name
Pull back and I click-click, bang
Ask Tech, he'll tell you I'm strange
If you ever wanna talk about me
I'ma run up, gun up and leave you with no brain
Then you'll know my flow is insane

[Hook: Tech N9ne]
I be on the West Coast, I be on the East Coast
I be North, South, but I reside on my side, Midwest Chopper
Even though I'm all up in the Northwest
All across the U.S
Overseas, Midwest Choppers

Ay-Oh-Ay-Oh-Ay-Oh-Ay-Oh (You can't touch us)
Ay-Oh-Ay-Oh-Ay-Oh-Ay-Oh (Yeah, Midwest Choppers)
Ay-Oh-Ay-Oh-Ay-Oh-Ay-Oh (You can't touch us)
Ay-Oh-Ay-Oh-Ay-Oh-Ay-Oh (n*gga, Midwest Choppers)

[Verse 2: Krayzie Bone]
Come, come get some of this
Midwest murda music, murda music, murda music
Come, come get some of this
Midwest murda music, murda music, murda music
Let me hit 'em
When I get 'em, I'ma split 'em, I'ma kill 'em
I'm the n*gga with the lyrical venom finna get up in them
When they give me the instrumental
I finish 'em, diminish 'em
I guarantee that murda is a minimum
But lately I been givin' 'em hell
They don't really wanna see me, I'm servin' 'em swell
Call me a monster, verse designer, first to bomb ya
Leathaface pullin' up in that hearse beside ya
Murda, mo murda, mo murda, mo murdered 'em all, kill 'em all
Krayzie kill 'em all, they fall
It's a lyrical execution
We snap faster, we the rap masters
Squeeze the gat, blast it, if that's how it gots to be
So they better get it ready
'Cause I'm heated like an AK-47 spittin' bullet f*ckin' lyrics out of me
Then they tell 'em, that’s crazy, Jackson
He’s amazin' actually, stay in action
Rap singin' at ya, I brings it at you
I'm kinda like an automatic aimin' at ya
And I don't want a little bit of flame to ashes
You know you really truly insane to madness
You never really find another n*ggas more scandalous
Than this Midwest blastin'' family

[Hook: Tech N9ne]
I be on the West Coast, I be on the East Coast
I be North, South, but I reside on my side, Midwest Chopper
Even though I'm all up in the Northwest
All across the U.S
Overseas, Midwest Choppers

[Verse 3: Tech N9ne]
I am the definition of murda
The N9ne is now coming to serve ya
You're running but you can't go no furtha
'Cause I'm running through you with no sign of inertia
Gimme the mic and I bet that you duck
It's what you betta do when I'm bussin' I be flippin', I'm incredible
Never get on my level, I'm a killa with the pedal to the medal
You're edible and ya death is so inevitable
I can take it to ya mama, ya daddy's, in the back of a caddy
You cut up when the sack in the back of you, I wanna
Take it out and make it patty, you gotta be batty
'Cause that’ll be bad if you decide to get mad, is you gonna?
You can listen to me and see I'm the n*gga with the ammunition
I'm givin' the livin' a vision of death
Makin' 'em sick and depressed
'Cause I be givin' everything
I'm a rebel and I'm still with the quick and the best
Makin' a mark in the business
I get up in it to rip and diminish ya
Trip and I finish ya
Dig it, you really get me livid, I'm 'bout give it a pivot
I'ma stick it so we can dip into sinister
I be the chopper that got ya little boppers goin' off us
Better not let me up on the premises
'Cause I'm a doctor that's out for the shotaz when I brought ya
Be cautious never talk of this nemesis
We on top of the hill when it come to the skill
Other rappers are damn jokers
They be givin' the people comedy
But the Tecca N9na misery sh*t is Bram Stoker

[Hook: Tech N9ne]
I be on the West Coast, I be on the East Coast
I be North, South, but I reside on my side, Midwest Chopper
Even though I'm all up in the Northwest
All across the U.S
Overseas, Midwest Choppers

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