Tech N9ne - Worldwide Chopperss lyrics

Sen kalk, bir minik mikrofonunu getir (Get up, get your microphone) Bak jak burada mikrofonuna tak (Look, here is the jack, connect your 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 kazan*lım (Let's go, let's win this battle) [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 off the planet, got little manic 'cause I gotta be Frantic, I'ma jam it 'cause I'm an oddity Gobble the track up like I'm grubbin' at my mama nakas I could pop at you, proper, 'cause I'm partners wit' Waka Flocka Gimme the top of hip-hop and watch 'em make ‘em rock With a show-stopper, chakras poppin' off the (Worldwide Choppers) If you anybody, you notice it Tech is the pinnacle, not an identical soul as it Loaded cold as the polar get, wrote it quick and they quoted it Yo, when exploded, the flow behold it, 'cause when that motor spit A-bi-de-a, bi-de-a, never to get free of the real Better ya just kneel to me or ready to get near my heels Gimme the knock and I'ma chop it, he came and he 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 gut Everybody be knowin' I be actin' up when I buzz From Missouri to Canada, I be keepin' the stamina If you never been a fan of the man, the planet's unanimous Can I cuss, f** anybody, Tech is calamitous Leave ‘em in the dust, ain't nobody tough when I'm standin' up Tech is hostile, he's awful He really be wicked when he be off in the bottle You wit' it, you dig it, you never lost the apostle He's thinkin' he give it to Poe and toss to Pica**o k**in' 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 Can't clown me Don't come 'round me Bow down, I was crowned when they found me Check it, I'm ahead of ‘em, chop it up with the veteran A legend developin', they gotta tell 'em it's evident Gotta notice an elephant, none of you n***as relevant' You delicate, I'm lovin' every second of this 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 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 stepping it (set on fire)) For de kalder mig alle vild worldwide chopper (cause they all call me wild worldwide chopper) 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 churches 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 Motherf**er from Westside, a 1987 box I'm headed up, yeah, headed for bucks f** ‘em all, make ‘em feel my dread like I had a head of locks Feel every bump like you had dead shocks But I hopped on the f**in' beat and I worldwide chopped Wanna f** wit' Tech N9ne, twist up the pine And smoke a beat wit' Mr. Busta Rhymes, well, sure, why not? Really don't need to show any more of my co*k But I run across the stadium in a pair of your socks In a trench coat wit' the pencil and a watch Then drop a verse before you can focus to read 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 throat Wit' an alien probe 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) 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 enemy 'cause of cannibalism Breakin' ‘em off into particles, they get in a predicament That be never reversible 'cause a n***a 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 respect a better habit ‘Cause I'm an anomaly, able to give a lobotomy To any motherf**er challengin' my astronomy Hoppin' out, I don't stop what that follows when the flame's thrown 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 this angel as a discovery of paleontology 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 f**in' with the most intricate lyricists Or even try to stop us 'cause we choppers and we worldwide And I'm 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 See how they ask when I'ma stomp on my dude And when I'ma co*k it and pop it, and what I'ma drop on my dude Inevitably, is that 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 f**in' everything up 'til there ain't no further mistakin' And bustin' everything up like a f**in' 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 k** ‘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, creepin' comin' to k** ‘em Then he be gotta be drillin' ‘em, thinkin' “They gotta be feelin' 'em!” Spittin' lithium, see the way a n***a be spillin' ‘em? And gettin' ‘em stupid to the point where there's no forgivin' 'em? 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', n***a Now I'm home! 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 Like fire annihilate me father retire instantly I'm choppin'em, call me Michael Myers in my vicinity The way I be k**in' ‘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 never can get wit' me whenever they mention me The history of a lyrical criminal, more deadly than chemicals Check my resume, they say that your boy's biblical I hit 'em wit venom and get up in 'em I bend 'em and send 'em and you can feel me Diggin' up in your brain and bringin' the pain, and y'all fin' wanna k** me Fillin' ‘em with that fury, get up and hurry, you can feel the real me Comin' in wit' that sh**, I'm havin' a fit, and you will never peel me Off of you when I'm on top of you, I got the drop on you 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 name Insane, I'm a worldwide (Chopper)