(Turkey)
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(We started in the Midwest)(Now we 'bout to take it)
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(All over the world, baby!)
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(This is the pinnacle!)
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(Yeah, Tech N9ne!)
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[Tech N9ne]
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Follow me, all around the planet, I run the gamut on psychology
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They could never manage, we do damage wit' no apology
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Pick 'em out the panic, a little manic 'cause I gotta be
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Frantic, I'ma jam it 'cause I'm an oddity
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Down for the trackin' like I'm grabbin' at my binoculars
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I could pop at you, papa, 'cause I'm partners wit' Waka Flocka
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Gimme the top of hip-hop and watch him make 'em rock
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With a show-stopper, chakras poppin' off the (Worldwide Choppers)
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If you anybody, you notice it
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Take as the pinnacle, now the ideal nickel solos it
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Little coders to pull again, wrote it quick and they quoted it
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Yo, when it exposed, the flow be hold it, 'cause when that motor spit
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A-bi-de-a, bi-de-a, never to get free of the rear
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Better to get just near the mirror, ready to get near my heirs
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Gimme the knock and I'ma chop it, he came and it went tomorrow
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But I'ma lock it down and hop in the pocket like empanadas
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Hit 'em up and get 'em up, I ain't done, I ain't did enough
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Trippin' when I rip it, I be the X when I split 'em up
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Sorta like I was liquored up and backin' up in the cup
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Everybody be knowin' I be actin' up when I buzz
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From Missouri to Canada, I be keepin' the stamina
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If you never been a fan of the man, the planet's unanimous
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Killa Kaz'll fuck anybody, Tech is calamitous
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Leave 'em in the dust, anybody, Tech when I'm standin' up
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Tech is hostile, he's awful
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He really be wicked when he off in the bottle
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You wit' it, you dig it, you never lost the apostle
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He's thinkin' he can give it the Poe and toss it Picasso
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Killin' everybody off is the motto
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And I be the only chopper that's tossed in the brothel
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You said it's pathetic, my head is off in the taco
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I sped and you bled and you in the convo when I go
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[Hook]
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I'm light years
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Ahead of my peers
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Want some, you can come bring it right here
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Can't clown me
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Don't come 'round me
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Bow down, I was crowned when they found me
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(K.C.)
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[J.L.]
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Check it, I'm ahead of a'em, chop it up with the veteran
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A legend developin', they gotta tell him it's evident
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Gotta notice an elephant, none of you niggas relevant'
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You delicate, I'm lovin' every second of this
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(Denmark)
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[U$O]
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De vil alle tjekke nA¡Ír vi ligger det (They will all check it when we lay it)
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kommer ind og smA|kker det beatet jeg vA|kker det (coming in and smashing it beatet i'm waking it)
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i ved hvad der kommer ud af min mund (you know whats comming out of my mouth)
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hanger med de vildeste gutter (hanging with the coolest guys)
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det minder mig om vi stikker det af (it reminds me we stapping it (set on fire))
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for de kalder mig alle vild worldwide chopper (cause they all call me wild worldwide chopper)
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(Alabama)
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[Yelawolf]
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What if I ran into you wit' a Pogo stick?
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Hopped up on top of you rappers like a Jehovah's Witness?
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Wit' a photo of Jesus and a paper pamphlet
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And I threw up more tracks like I was playin' Hamlet?
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Syllable burnin', that internal damage
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Swing, batter, batter, but then I lay back on a hammock
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Under an oak tree, like I was peelin' pecans
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But instead, I'm peelin' rappers' heads, makin' a sam-a-wich
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Pick up a .22 and put a bullet inside of a
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Motherfucker from Westside, a 1987 box
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I'm headed up, yeah, headed for bucks
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Fuck 'em all, make 'em feel my dread like I had a head of locks
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Feelin' rebuffed, like you had that shot
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But I hopped on the fuckin' beat and I worldwide chopped
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Wanna I fuck wit' Tech N9ne, well, then fine
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I smoke a beat wit' Mr. Busta Rhymes, well, sure, why not?
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Really don't need to show any more of my cock
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But I run across the stadium in a pair of your socks
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In a trenchcoat wit' the pencil and a watch
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Then drop a verse before you can focus to beat the clocks
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Slumerican is out of control
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Heat it up, beat it up, then I gotta go
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But I'm a dump truck, just send another load
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Peter Piper dump a pile of peppers in your throats
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Wit' an alien probe
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[Hook]
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I'm light years
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Ahead of my peers |