Worldwide Choppers - Tech N9ne

Sen kalk, bir minik mikrofonunu getir

Bak jak burada diktafonuna tak

Kağıt kalem bir de ilham alınacak

Tam gaz choppers, havada düşman avına çıkalım

Akalım, haydi bu battle’ı kazanalım

[English translation:

«Get up, get your microphone

Look, here is the jack, connect your mic

And here is the paper and the pen, we’re gonna get inspired

No stop Choppers are in the air, let’s hunt enemies

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!

Follow me, all around the planet, I run the gamut on Sickology

They could never manage, we do damage with no apology

Pick 'em off the panic, got a little manic 'cause I gotta be

Frantic, I’mma jam it 'cause I’m an oddity

Gobble the track up like I’m grubbin' at Mama Nakas

I could pop at you, proper, 'cause I’m partners with 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 «ed 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’mma chop it, he came and he went tomorrow

But I’mma 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 up, 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, 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

He really be wicked when he be off in the bottle

You with it, you dig it, you never lost the apostle

He’s thinkin' he give it to Poe and toss to Picasso

Killin' 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 niggas relevant

You delicate, I’m lovin' every second of this

Denmark

De vil alle tjekke når vi ligger det

Kommer ind og smækker det beatet jeg vækker det

I ved hvad der kommer ud af min mund

Hanger med de vildeste gutter

Det minder mig om vi stikker det af

For de kalder mig alle vild worldwide chopper

[English translation:

«They will all check it when we lay it

Coming in and smashing it beatet I’m waking it

You know whats coming out of my mouth

Hanging with the coolest guys

It reminds me we stepping it

Set on fire

'Cause they all call me wild worldwide chopper"]

Alabama

What if I ran into you with a Pogo stick?

Hopped up on top of you rappers like a Jehovah’s Witness?

With 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 sand-a-wich

Pick up a .22 and put a bullet inside of a

Motherfucker from inside 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

Feel every bump like you had dead shocks,

But I hopped on the fuckin' beat and I worldwide chopped

Wanna fuck with Tech N9ne, twist up the pine

And smoke a beat with 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 trench coat with 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

With 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’mma 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 your respect I better have

'Cause I’m an anomaly, able to give a lobotomy

To any motherfucker challengin' my astronomy

Hoppin' I don’t stop what that follows when the flame’s thrown

I’m one of the most popular choppers and my name’s known

Throwin' it up in the air, takin' it there

We WWC, if you can’t keep up, shoulda stayed home

My alien knowledge be makin' other astronomers'

Work look as ancient as a discovery of paleontology

So play me and I’mma be shinin' on them haters

I’m finna be usin' it as energy, watch how radiant I’mma 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

Don’t 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

New York

See, now they ask when I’mma stop it, my dude

And when I’mma cock it and pop it and when I’mma drop it, my dude

Inevitably, it’s that I’mma 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'?

When you were already the best?

And what the hell is he doin'?»

Well, I’mma be choppin' and cuttin' and breakin' and beatin' and shakin'

And fuckin' everything up 'til I make no further mistake

And bustin' everything up like a fuckin' angry Jamaican

And shuttin' everything up, especially 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’mma 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, creepin' comin' to kill 'em

Then he be gotta be drillin' 'em, thinkin' «They gotta be feelin' 'em!»

Spittin' lithium, see the way a nigga 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', nigga

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

Kansas City

Like fire annihilate me father retire instantly

I’m choppin' 'em, call me Michael Myers in my vicinity

The way I be killin' 'em with rhythm, it get illegitimate

The Gilla will finish any in a predicament

And the enemies in the vicinity, I gotta mack up

They know they never can get with me whenever they mention me

The history of a lyrical criminal, more deadly than chemicals

Check my resume, they said the Gillgod’s biblical

California

I hit 'em with 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 kill me

Fillin' 'em with that fury, get up and hurry, you can feel the real me

Comin' in with that shit, 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’mma hit 'em up with 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