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 sickology
They can never manage we do damage with no apology pick em off they panic a little manic cause I gotta be frantic Imma jam it cause I’m an oddity. Gobble the track up like I’m grubbin at mama nakas I can pop at you proper cause I’m partners of waka flaka gimme the top of hip hop and watch em make em rock wit a show stopper chakras poppin off the worldwide choppers. If you anybody you notice it, tech is the pinnacle not a identical soul is it loaded cold as the polar get wrote it quick and they quoted it yo it exploded the flow behold it cause when the motor spit. Abadea abadea never ta get free of the real better ya just neal ta me or ready ta get near my heals gimme the knock and Imma chop but he came and he went tomorrah but Imma 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, trip it when I rip it I be the ish when I spit em up, sorta like I was liquored up and backin up in the gut, everybody be knowin I be actin up when I bust. From Missouri ta Canada I be keepin the stamina if you never been a fan of the man the brand is unanimous can I cuss? Fuck anybody tech is calamitous, leave em in the dust ain’t nobody tough when I’m standin up. Tech is hostile he’s awful and really be wicked when he be off in a bottle you wit it you dig it you never lost thee apostle he sick and he give it the poe and toss in Picasso, killin everybody off is the motto and I be the only chopper that’s tossed in a brothel you said its pathetic my head is off in a taco I sped and you bled and you in a coffin 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.)
[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)
[Uso - Tranlsation in brackets]
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 beatet i’m waking it)
i ved hvad der kommer ud af min mund (you know whats comming 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 I fuck wit’ Tech N9ne, well, then fine
I smoke a beat wit’ Mr. Busta Rhymes, well, sure, why not?
Really don’t need to show any more of my cock
But I run across the stadium in a pair of your socks
In a trenchcoat wit’ the pencil and a watch
Then drop a verse before you can focus to beat the clocks
Slumerican is out of control
Heat it up, beat it up, then I gotta go
But I’m a dump truck, just send another load
Peter Piper dump a pile of peppers in your throats
Wit’ an alien probe
[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
Twista! (Chicago)
[Twista]
Like I gotta focus up in my rhythm
Or loosen the venom and hit ‘em and give ‘em astig-a-ma-tism
And then I’ma spit ‘em somethin’ so full of vengeance
That everybody’ll wanna devour the pieces of my enemies ’cause of cannibalism
Breakin’ ‘em off into particles, they get in a predicament
That be never reversible ’cause a nigga be too versatile
Makin’ you nervous, you could never compete with the colonel
I burn you, I’m an immortal, and that’s the reason I murder you
Focus on my hocus pocus and make a likkle magic
After I wreck and check ya, then ya best pick a better habit
‘Cause I’m an anomaly, able to give a lobotomy
To any motherfucker challengin’ my astronomy
Hoppin’ out, I don’t stop when the flame stone
Now one of the most popular choppers and my name’s known
Throwin’ it up in the air, takin’ it there
We W-W-C, if you can’t keep up, shoulda stayed home
My-my-my alien knowledge be makin’ other astronomers
Welcome to Los Angeles, a discovery of palentology
So play me and I’ma be shinin’ on them haters
I’m finna be usin’ it as energy, watch how radiant I’ma be
Like a helicopter when the words fly
Entire families all the way out to you girl die
If I catch you fuckin’ with the most intricate lyricists
Or even try to stop us ’cause we choppers and we worldwide
And I’m
[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
(New York)
[Busta Rhymes]
See how they ask when I’ma stomp on my dude
And when I’ma cock it and pop it, and what I’ma drop on my dude
Inevitably, instead I’ma be the most incredible dude
To ever spit on the record and put it together, my dude
And then they ask “What in the world is you provin’?
What, when you already the best? And what the hell is he doin’?”
Well, I’ma be choppin’ and cuttin’ and breakin’ and beatin’ and shakin’
And fuckin’ everything up ’til there ain’t no further mistakin’
And bustin’ everything up like a fuckin’ angry Jamaican
And shuttin’ everything up, ‘specially the ones who be hatin’
They lovin’ everything until I got ‘em stutterin’ stupid
You hear ‘em now? “D-d-d-d-don’t do-do-do-do it!
P-P-P-Please? Wh-wh-wh-why you gotta t-try us?
W-w-w-w-we already know that you be the nicest!”
And now I’ma come and kill ‘em, get ‘em, hit ‘em, and finish ‘em
And bang ‘em in the head and diminish ‘em, and then I’ll
Hit ‘em again at a minimum, repeat comin’ to kill ‘em
Then he be gotta be drillin’ ‘em, thinkin’ “They gotta be feelin’ ‘im!”
Spittin’ lithium, see the way a nigga be spillin’ ‘em?
And gettin’ ‘em stupid to the point where there’s no forgivin’ ‘im?
Hopin’ you’re listenin’ and you’re payin’ attention
And you’re witnessin’ the way that I be crushin’ on the mic
And gettin’ in the zone, I be flattenin’ and packin’ in
People from the front to the back and
They got me actin’ a fool, I’m blackin’, nigga
Now I’m home!
[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
(Kansas City)
[D-Loc]
…make (something) retire instantly
I’m choppin’, don’t call me Michael Myers in my vicinity
The way I be killin’ ‘em with rhythm, it get illegitimate
The Yela will finish and end any predicament
And the enemies in the vicinity, I gotta mack up
They know they can never get wit’ me whenever they mention me
The hands of a lyrical criminal, more deadly than chemicals
Check my resume, they say that your boy’s biblical
(California)
[Twisted Insane]
..I dead ‘em, I set ‘em, and you can feel me
Diggin’ up in your brain and bringin’ the pain, and y’all fin’ wanna kill me
Fillin’ ‘em with that fury, get up and hurry, you can feel the Remy
Comin’ in wit’ that shit, I’m havin’ a fit, and you will never peel me
I feel you when I’m on top of you, look at the W
You been poppin’ off, I’ma hit ‘em up wit’ a bullet to the (Brain!)
You can look into the eyes of a heathen, breathin’, you’re fiendin’
And dreamin’ to find a demon, I’m insane, I’m a worldwide (Chopper)
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