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.
K-Dean
I gotta message for any one of you mothafuckin' niggas that wanna talk about the Mid-Midwest/ We dangerous, aimed to bust any little nigga with a big, big chest/ Anybody that wanna be coming thinkin' they hotter/ I'm a type of a nigga that will rip and kill ya for dollars/ Fuck everybody that wanna piece of a killa for reala/ Me and my niggas will leave you floatin' in the river/ So fuck all you haters; You hear what I said? My flow a little bit over yo' head/ Act like a pencil, I'll fill you with lead/ If you afraid, then, tell me you scared/ Cause I'm a little bit out my mothafuckin' mind/ The hardest rapper that Tecca Nina could fucken 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, how I'd be killin' all them niggas, I'm mean/ Fuckin' with my nigga D-Loc and Dalima they taught me everything; How to be a murderer, killin' machine/ I done came from nothing workin' my way to the top/ Fuckin' with my nigga Tech get sum'n in you hot/ Anybody got a prob with any one of my niggas; I'm pullin' the nine mil' out I bet you will pop/ Bring the heat, bring the noise, bring the flames/ Anything that you bring, I'm a tame/ Puttin' dirt on the top of my name/ Pull back then I click, click, bang! Ask Tech He'll tell you I'm strange/ If you ever wanna talk about me; I'm a run up, gun up, and leave you with no brain/ Now you know my flow is insane
-Chorus-Tech N9ne-
I be on the Westcoast, I be on the Eastcoast, I be North, South but I reside on my side; Midwest Choppers/ Even though I'm all up in the Northwest, I'm all across the U.S., over seas; Midwest choppers/ Ehh, ooh, ehh, ooh, ehh, ooh, ehh, ooh (You can't stop us) Ehh, ooh, ehh, ooh, ehh, ooh, ehh, ooh (Yeah! Midwest choppers) Ehh, ooh, ehh, ooh, ehh, ooh, ehh, ooh (You can't stop us) Ehh, ooh, ehh, ooh, ehh, ooh, ehh, ooh (Nigga, midwest choppers)
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'm a split 'em, I'm a kill 'em/ I'm the nigga with the lyrical venom to get up in them/ When they give me the instrumental I finish 'em, diminish 'em/ I guarantee the murder isn't minimum/ Believe me 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/ Leatha Face pullin' up in that hearse beside ya / Murda, mo murda, mo murda, mo murda them all, kill 'em all/ Kray Jack get '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 its gots to be so they better get it ready cause I'm heated like an AK-47 spittin' bullets full of lyrics outta me/ Well then tell em' that's Krayzie Jackson, he got amazin' action, stangin' action/ Rap, singin' at ya, I'm blazin' at ya, I'm kinda like an automatic aimin' at ya/ And I don't wanna lit a burnin flame to ashes/ You think you really truly insane the madness/ You never really find out where them niggas was scattered, in this Midwest massive valley
-Chorus-Tech N9ne-
I be on the Westcoast, I be on the Eastcoast, I be North, South but I reside on my side; Midwest Choppers/ Even though I'm all up in the Northwest, I'm all across the U.S., over seas; Midwest choppers/ Ehh, ooh, ehh, ooh, ehh, ooh, ehh, ooh (You can't stop us) Ehh, ooh, ehh, ooh, ehh, ooh, ehh, ooh (Yeah! Midwest choppers) Ehh, ooh, ehh, ooh, ehh, ooh, ehh, ooh (You can't stop us) Ehh, ooh, ehh, ooh, ehh, ooh, ehh, ooh (Nigga, midwest choppers
Twista
You can't deal with the torture from the demonic side of a hustla/ i'm a cut your head half way off, so you can suffer/ Speed so deadly, God won't accept me/ So this time around i asked the devil to help me/
Spit it so murderous cause I gotta get 'em,
i gotta get with em, and if i can make em die that would ugly
im rippin your body, i kill em like a villain
i'm ready and willin to see a massacre that would lovely
never could break us or take us from the .....
twista would be from the place where they would be going hrrrr
TNT, rhythm or kill em on the block cause they steady be ripping it like when the automatic going brrrrr
how could you ever be thinking you could take it when they could get whatever music, a movement, making them murderous
you heard this, a demonic melody, better be ready, propelling me, scaring me, fillin this body with nervousness
what i be spitting be like a lethal weapon you gotta respect it or we making everybody give it up
individually demolish or diminish the competition when i'm on a mission i gotta get hit em up
I can fuck up anybody in the middle of a ring, if they gotta a hommie them imma go and get the ten
we could kill the drama with the bada-boom, bada-bing,
the tag team murda... make a threat
now who the other nigga flowing out the hizzy, making em dizzy, well it would be (bizzy)? where is he coming from
-Chorus-Tech N9ne-
I be on the Westcoast, I be on the Eastcoast, I be North, South but I reside on my side; Midwest Choppers/ Even though I'm all up in the Northwest, I'm all across the U.S., over seas; Midwest choppers/ Ehh, ooh, ehh, ooh, ehh, ooh, ehh, ooh (You can't stop us) Ehh, ooh, ehh, ooh, ehh, ooh, ehh, ooh (Yeah! Midwest choppers) Ehh, ooh, ehh, ooh, ehh, ooh, ehh, ooh (You can't stop us) Ehh, ooh, ehh, ooh, ehh, ooh, ehh, ooh (Nigga, midwest choppers
Tech N9ne
I am the definition of murda; The N9ne is now comin' to serve ya/ You're runnin' but ya can't go no further cause I'm runnin' through ya with no sign of inertia/ Gimme the mic and I'm bettin' you duck us, it's what you better do when I'm bustin'
I be flippin I'm incredible
And when you get on my level
I'm a killa with the pedal to the metal
Ya edible and you're death is so inevitable
I can take it to ya momma, ya daddy, in the back of a caddy
You cut up in'a sack in the back
And when I
take it out and make you panic
You gotta be ready
Cuz (that'll be better if we can resolve the matters)??
You can listen to me
See I'm the nigga with the ammunition
I'm givin', the livin', the vision of death
Makin' 'em sick and depressed
Cuz I be givin' everything
I'm a rebel and I'm.... still quicker than the best
Makin' a mark in the business
I get up in to, rip and diminish ya
trip when i finish ya
think that you really get me livid
i'm bout to get with tha pivot
imma stick it
so we can dip into sinister
I be at tha top with tha gods
... better not let me up on the premises
...be cautious, never talk of this nemesis
we on top of the hill when it come to the skill of the rappers are damn jokers
They be givin the people calamity but Tecca Nina Myzery shit is Bram Stocker
-Chorus-Tech N9ne-
I be on the Westcoast, I be on the Eastcoast, I be North, South but I reside on my side; Midwest Choppers/ Even though I'm all up in the Northwest, I'm all across the U.S., over seas; Midwest choppers/ Ehh, ooh, ehh, ooh, ehh, ooh, ehh, ooh (You can't stop us) Ehh, ooh, ehh, ooh, ehh, ooh, ehh, ooh (Yeah! Midwest choppers) Ehh, ooh, ehh, ooh, ehh, ooh, ehh, ooh (You can't stop us) Ehh, ooh, ehh, ooh, ehh, ooh, ehh, ooh (Nigga, midwest choppers
Unreleased Original/ Final version available on the Tech N9ne collabos compilation albumSickology 101 (2009)