Flash Your Decent Lyrics By Tech N9ne

Show this, stressful, everybody wanna call,
Gotta tell em now, sometimes
Sit up in the record store
Seven hundred fans, man, everyone signs
And it gets so hard telling em all please try to form one line
But the player-haters combine
I don't think you know
How much of a strain it's been
I can't explain
It's insane
But I wouldn't give up a thang
Live with the pain
And resort to brain trippin'
I need a little release,
Something to stop my rage
I really need me a moment of peace
So baby girl wanna step on stage

Flash
Like its mardi gras
Flash,
Girl take off your bra
Flash,
Talking to all of ya'll
Flash,
This is a party call
Flash
Theres song ain't about your
ass
But I really love it when you
Pass
If you want me we can
Smash
My Baby doll
[x2]

I really love it,
I can see them from the front row to the back
And it's beautiful, I've imagined this
Since I was a you, now that I'm
Old enough
Girls that are
Small enough
Grab your shirts
Roll it up
Even if you an A-cup girl, we can still play touch
If you a B and C cup, girl I bet you could make me erupt
D Cups, be the ones that are driving me nuts
Big breasts never trouble me
If you packing the double D,
Let everyone S double E
Angelina Jolie, let me see those
Beautiful babies I'm all about the tedos
Miss Jackson packing them holy toledos
Missed the flash cause I didn't have Tivo
Ask me who's finer, player I'mma yell Tyra
Little sick in the head, still got the magazine of El Vira
Life is so grand, when you got your fans
Blasting off their shirts, flashing their Lindsay Lohans
I got a pocket full of Trojans,
We can all get nasty if you flash me baby,
You know the program

[Chorus x2]

Girls in the back, come to the front
Cause we in need of cleavage
And I've been looking at you,
Yep you and your home girl
Let me see both of them, now grab a hold of them
Look at what you're doing to me
Now grab a hold of him

Ah, such a nice sensation
You know the dogs been waiting
For you to quickly take off your Vickie
And show me your augmentation
Silicone or saline,
Either one puts me in a day dream
Talking about it gets me way steamed
Baby girl, this regime
When you see me, baby lift it up
Thinking I'm gonna miss it, nigga, what?
if I miss one (back it up)

From city to city crazy
(Stick me, he looks tacular)
Tig 'ol bitties, lady
From city to city crazy

[Chorus x2]

Traveling for miles and miles
Girls gone wild love this peculiar style
So in order for us to get our head right
We need all your ladies
To turn on your headlights
Flash

Suicide Letters Lyrics By Tech N9ne

[1st Verse]

Picture me
In a casket
Blasted
Never nobody
Knew how long
The pain lasted
Keep my eyes tight
I'm frightened
But I fights like Tyson
When playin' this game of life
I'm losing
Longing to be enlightened
Absorb my mind state
Reduce the crime rate
And take me out
When running toward the Lord
I see 'em fake me
Out shook me
So from church I play hookie
Listen to the words of a brother
The sick stutters
So you better better
Get the get the bags ready
Comes a killer killer
Like Skagnetti
My brains contaminated
Hella rotten
Wasn't me that killed you
Who was it what was it
The effects of the mildew
My brain's wilted
In my eyes the world is a bit tilted
Lord take me away
Before somebody else gets killed
Blood spilled
Seriously
This is the letter to my homies
I'll be missin'
God told me to behold a pale horse
But I didn't listen
It's hard man
My life is scarred man
I'm losing my mind
So now it's time
Sincerely sign
N9NE

[Chorus]

I just wanna die
I don't want to wake up
I don't wanna cuz
That's the way that I feel
I'm barely hanging on
I don't want to wake up
I don't wanna cuz
That's the way it has to be

[repeat 2x]

[2nd Verse]

I made your life a living hell
With my infidelity
Remember your telling me
All I give a damn about
Is weed stems and melodies
Remember you
Spent 30 minutes in the hospital parking lot
Crying
When the blood test read
The baby of another woman was mine
99.99
You should've left
Along time ago like Mary J. say
Just let it go like Ray J.
Con't
I know your mamma heard
You yelling mayday
Spent my life trying to R-A to the P
You sick of me
Always bein' B to the R-O-K to the E
Now there's nothin'
Else left of me
I was a bum
But you still wanted some
Through the rain, snow and thunder
Foul ups , bleeps and blunders
But no man shall tear asunder
Is what you said
You should've put multi bullets
In my head
When you found that evil
Instinct was a song
Where the events actually went on
This is the letter
To my homie, my friend
Who put up with me for 8
So now to take me
Really quickly is my fate
I'm sorry
For making it hard
I know your scarred
I'm losing my mind
So now it's time
Sincerely sign
N9ne

[Chorus]

I just want to die
I don't want to wake up
I don't wanna cuz
That's the way that I feel
I'm barely hanging on
I don't want to wake up
I don't wanna cuz
That's the way it has to be

[repeat 2x]

[3rd Verse]

I love ya'll
The dynamic duo, my babies
It ain't your fault
That your daddy's crazy
Donny,
I miss your drumming like me
One day you'll be ruling
Leelee,
I miss you in my face
Yellin'
Daddy, what you doin'
You two are the reason
Why I'm still standing today
But I'm 1600 miles away
And you get my heart sinkin'
When I start thinkin' about you babies
I heavily start drinkin'
On a daily puffin'
I'm seeing my heart
I gots to toughin'
Can't see me leavin' my angels with nothin'
So I keep bussin'
Use my pain for you two
I've gotta come up in the game
So one day you can do the same with yours
Love you galore
And I ain't playin'
makin' me put an end
To this suicidal mind state sayin'

[chorus]

I don't want to wake up
I don't wanna cuz
That's the way I feel
I'm barely hanging on
I don't want to wake up
I don't wanna cuz
That's the way it has to be

[repeat 2x]

Going Bad Lyrics By Tech N9ne

(feat. Charmelle, LeCoya LeJuene)

Everything was suppose to be all Jesus
Everything was suppose to be all Jesus
But it seems like everything is all Satan
But it seems like everything is all Satan
Everything was suppose to be all Jesus
Everything was suppose to be all Jesus
But it seems like everything is all Satan
But it seems like everything is all Satan

[1st Verse]

In the new millennium
You can't play with nobody's mind
Man
Deliberately messing up a good thing
Or holding up a grind
And
You already knowing life's a big fight
Against time
Man
Crime minds
Really shine
Who's dying
Is the kind
Man
When some of us
Find that life ain't beautiful
We switch to
Pharmaceuticals
Your nine to five
Ain't suitable
For the cuticles
I'm going bad
Currently I keep ending up
With even less
Than I had
Record company
Is dealing me something sad
How do you expect
A man to sit
And wait with three kids
For you to
Figure out
What Tech's SINGLE is
Going bad
I feel like
I just might
Act a fool
When I see 'em
Gotta a nigga
Feeling petty
Looking forward
To perdeium
I got some issues
Most of these record execs
Are soft as tissues
Defecate on they self
When they here some
I'm gon get yous
Understand this
When a Rogue's at
You're trying to hold back
His dough sack
And try to bozack
And he go cock
The 4 4 back
You chose that
So cut these ties
And I'll rise
Let's compromise
Or else
I'll hop a plane
With my guys
QDIII said
It ain't all good
When you sign with a record label
Who ain't
Had a hot soundtrack
Ever since
Boyz N Da Hood

[Bridge]

I'm going bad
No luck
I'm going
Bad, bad, bad
So rough
I'm going
Bad, bad, bad
No church
I'm going
Bad, bad, bad
Disperse
I'm going
Bad
Feel me out now

[Hook-Charmelle]

This life I live
Ain't extra
No angels to
Stand next to
To live a life that's better
I'll sacrifice
Whatever
This life I live
Ain't extra
No angles to
Stand next to
To live a life that's better
I'll sacrifice
Whatever

[LeCoya LeJuene]

No one wants to see
An angel in this world
In these days
To them I am
The epitome of evil
A found soul
Looking to save the lost
To them I am death
And of not wanting
An evil man

[2nd Verse]

For living expenses
They gave me like
Thirty-five G's
Picture me in a hospital
Shot up
With thirty I V's
That's what I really needed
When I found out
This drama
Trauma
Instead of moving
I should've kept all that
And continued to stay
With my girls Momma
Gutter
Living
Got me tripping
I'm smoking bud daily
Gutter
Living
Got me tripping
I'm going blood crazy
Gutter
Living
Got me tripping
I'm struggling like a bad actor
Gutter
Living
Got me sounding like
The Madd Rapper
The bad influence
The bad apple
The bad seed
That's me
The bad people
The bad karma
The bad breed
Mushroom tripping
Brain's a mushroom cloud
Finding groupies
Tugging on my zipper
While I'm hanging on
To my vows
Demons surround me
In triple
Stage darkness
And taunt me
They know I'm the good guy
Going bad
So they want me
All my family remembers
Way back in the day
I was good
But they doubt now
Disperse
I'm going bad
Feel me out now

[Hook-Charmelle]

This life I live
Ain't extra
No angels to
Stand next to
To live a life that's better
I'll sacrifice
Whatever
This life I live
Ain't extra
No angels to
Stand next to
To live a life that's better
I'll sacrifice
Whatever

[LeCoya LeJuene]
To say going bad
To most
Ha
Never been good
Just getting worst
Thoughts to destroy
And to tear things apart
Thoughts to praise
Adore
And to love
The trick is
What voice is telling you what

[3rd Verse]

Mind state of a pirate
I'm irate
Used to be cool
Till some straight fool
Lit the pilot
Will I be that
Mid-town bound
In the middle of a riot
Or at a wherehouse
Shipping platinum
Shaking hands with
Violet
No love for the bane
False foes in the game
The Qwest wreck was a shame
Twas a journey full of pain
But Tech N9NE will remain
Hella brave
And untame
So make way
For the reign
I'm bringing Highland and Wayne
No thanks to Qwest
They on the receiving end
Of the gun
I cursed you
Everytime I climb
You're getting fired
One by one
But taking one with me
Cause she knows the true meaning
Of a modern day hippie
Who creates jewels off mushrooms
And bombs sticky
HOG STYLIN'
Mid West Side
And Newday
And King Tech & Sway
These are the people keeping me alive
To this day much love
QD said
You can't make rell
With a label who let
Tipper Gore talk shit
And made 'em take Ice T's cop killer
Off the shelves

[Bridge]

I'm going bad
No luck
I'm going
Bad
So rough
I'm going
Bad
No church
I'm going
Bad
Disperse
I'm going
Bad
Feel me out now

[Hook-Charmelle]

This life I live
Ain't extra
No angels to
Stand next to
To live a life that's better
I'll sacrifice
Whatever
This life I live
Ain't extra
No angels to
Stand next to
To live a life that's better
I'll sacrifice
Whatever

[LeCoya LeJuene]
Right now I can't distinguish
Which voice I'm listening to
Am I evil
Or just another lost soul
Going bad
Or just been bad
And getting worst

Welcome To The Midwest Lyrics By Tech N9ne

(feat. Big Krizz Kaliko)

The Only Real Place To Be
Mid-Dle Of All Controversey
West End Of The Mississippi
Welcome To The Midwest

Pistol Packin And Money Mackin Rappin About The City Where Killas Keep It Crackin Too Dark And Gritty Back In The Dizzy Jackin Was Happenin Gafflin Many
Cacklin Now We Packaging Crack And The Addict Will Pop. Kansas City Missouri Feel The Fury Of The Inner City Poverty Stricken Novelty Spittin, Follow Me
Quick Into The Bottom We Gotta Be Thizzin No Frickin Apology Given You Trippin We Lick A Shot. Get Ready To Brawl Hometown Breakin A Jawbone Clown You
Aint A Criminal Killa Be Ready To Get Up And Fall On Down Look At The Darkside Full Of The Gangbangin Hookers With Choppers And The Coppers They Keep The
Thangs Rangin. You Aint Gotta Be Killa Gangsta To Know That You Can Die Tryna Hide Sides Thangs Fo The Dough After The Club Pimpin And Skippin Cuz They
Trippin Off In The Mo

It Doesnt Matter Where U Go, Where You've Been
Beautiful Foreign Lands U Been In
Gun Play Rains, Summer And Shine
Stay Inside U Will Be Fine
Ill Show You Follow Me
Welcome To The Midwest

Its A City Where Anybody Can Cause You Bodily Harm When You Walk On My City Hardly Armed Hardly Safe To Show Ya Face Apes Will Erase With Lethal Blades
Blaze Ya Fo The Papa Nowhere To Hide On Either Side Of The Wild The Gucci The Prada Krizz And The Millimeter Follow'll Holla We Scream Go Get Ya Some
Things Go Get You A Thing Load It Up With Hollow Ones Light It Up Like A Hallogen Look At The Crime Rate, No Wonder Why I Hate Niggas Keepin They People
Im Seekin Em When U Leavin Em People The ?Bay? They'll Take Em Away If It Aint In The Day Hurry Get Ur People Outa The Cage The Midwest Its More Than Just
A Lil Chaotic And If We Aint Got It We Plottin Of Robbin Em For They Chips Thatll Be The Nature Of The Beast To Keep The Peace I Keeps My Peice When Im In
The Midwest

It Doesnt Matter Where U Go, Where You've Been
Beautiful Foreign Lands U Been In
Gun Play Rains, Summer And Shine
Stay Inside U Will Be Fine
Ill Show You Follow Me
Welcome To The Midwest

Hands Up If Ya Wit It Stand Up Did Ya Get It Midwest Do Ya Dig It We The Shizer
Damn Tough, We Can Get It Manned Up When Ya Make A Big Stress Hella Wicked Recongnize Us
Hands Up If Ya Wit It Stand Up Did Ya Get It Midwest Do Ya Dig It We The Shizer
Damn Tough, We Can Get It Manned Up When Ya-Welcome To The Midwest

If U Trippin We Givin Ya A Labotamy, Cannibal U Hannibal Couldnt Imagine My Psycholigy
Poppin Better Be The Way Ya Thinkin Of Stoppin Me Get On Top Me Quick Before I Bring What I Got On Me Click
The Money The Mackin The Murder Is All That We Know
With The Sun And The Black On The Dirt Imma Gather Me Dough
If Ya Hustlin Maybe The Place U Can Get It For Low Get Ya Package Pack It Gotta Get It And Go
Never Walk In My City When Alone Better Draw Down
Move The Babies Out The Way Catch A Stray In The K-Town
Boss In My City Never Crawl Never Fall Down
When The Millameter Spay In Ya Way Ya Betta Lay Down
Gangsta Mobstas Everybody Knows
Cuz In The Town Ya Wanna Clown Around At The Shows
Pack The Milli Cuz Everybody Silly So Get Ready To Hti The Flo'

It Doesnt Matter Where U Go, Where You've Been
Beautiful Foreign Lands U Been In
Gun Play Rains, Summer And Shine
Stay Inside U Will Be Fine
Ill Show You Follow Me
Welcome To The Midwest

The Industry Is Punks Lyrics By Tech N9ne

[Chorus]
He won't play me on radio cause they be on
Punk shit daily on, industry's a shady one
[Repeat 4x]

[Verse 1]
Don't nobody wanna deal with a nigga that got it together
For real and even think his own thoughts
Everybody wanna do what everybody else doing the copy cat is what
They been taught, Imma get in the brain of the lame
I contain pain and imma give it to the rap game
The way you're doing it the way you're persuing it you're
Gonna ruin it villain it's a god damn shame.

Are you ready for the real here we go now,
Most on the radio can't flow now,
Everyday I gotta cut the radio down
Sound like another pac or an O-Town
You can't have a contest or a show down
When two cats got the same kind of flow sound
Tecca Nina I'm coming to put the mo down
Run up in the record label with a four pound

Am I too versatile cursed to drown in the bowels
Of the earth man I'll be first to growl and burst out the vowels
Of the original murderist verse out the mouth
Big Tech N9ne's gonna be the one running the race
That's real I'm speaking to everyone in the place
I can deal with you don't like the drum
And the bass if you can deal with a mother fucking gun in your face

I can't get with it, record labels and the industry is sick with it
P.D.'s some really don't know a hit for shit
Kick the bitch if you diss my hit, you might get pistol whipped
Catch'em in the hall, hitt'em in the jaw
Give it to the fans they can get it all
Cause the industry is punks, Tech I'm ready to get krunk
I'm comin' to straight dump with a pump

[Chorus]
[Repeat 4x]

[Verse 2]
How many 2 pacs and JZ's and Master P's can they conceive?
Don't they know a few gloc's 380's and master keys will make'em bleed
How you gonna say black people won't listen to this or don't listen to that
Like saying a fool can slang cane a fool can gang bang but never will get hit with a gat

You better get your story straight cause I ain't no devil for real
I'm a rebel for real that Tech N9ne is on some other level for real
You're a pebble to real niggas songs like Psycho Bitch and Real Killer
Einstein nigga that's a mill stealer the idiots say black folk won't feel us

What you think we dumb? Do we all gotta run when the heat come?
Showing original tongue it'll be fun but the mother fuckers want the bums
And the weak ones Suge Knight punked
The industry quick that's because most the industry's bitch nigga
I'm a man I don't be running from nobody we deal with niggas who trippin' and giving us shit

Radio won't play the unk fay thought they wanted rap
To advance but they ont day when I die imma aunt hay
Every industry faggot who giving money to an unk pay
Tech and Tekneko get people involved from KC to Mexico
Strapped with that fat desert eagle run up on the industry
And let the heat go

[Chorus]
[Repeat 4x]

[Verse 3]
You can look into my E.Y.E.'s and you can see why these
Mother fuckers don't wanna see my steeze
Cause imma killa when lyricals come undone I do miracles
And I come from the kingdom of rumble drums
And hums become bumbles, I'm the one that begun the gun tongue get sprung
Got everyone comin' in bundles

Act like a bitch treated like a bitch, act like a chump
Treated like a chump when the funk jumps what you gonna want?
Ain't gon want nothin' industry punks you can run but ya can't hide from the ride
You can say that it's dope but I won't buy it, you can think Tech 9
Really won't fly but I got a killer ear and a killer eye

Def Jam take chances in my opinion, they give advances to the niggas
That's really on universal loud laface, that's some of my favorites
But the ones who call the shots most of 'em on some hater shit.

That other shit, for ya mother sis or your brother bitch
Not no lover lick, packing blackened fat and blubber shit
Yeah, the radio dead cause the industry is punks put the
Double barrel to its foe head

[Chorus]
[Repeat 8x]

I'm A Playa Lyrics By Tech N9ne

1971 Aaron D. Yates was born
1985 Aaron wrote his 1st rhyme
1988 Aaron adopts the name TECH N9NE
1990 TECH N9NE teams with producer Icy Roc Kraven
1997 Tech signs with Qwest Records
1999 Tech is released from the label
2002 Tech and Strange Music teams with MSC Entertainment and records

[Verse 1]
If you see me lookin' clean cut
Matchin' from head to toe dippin' with a mean strut
Throwin' and blowin' green stuff hella creamed up with a bling cup
Ain't no wicked we can kick it if you blue or beamed up

If you, see me step off in the clubber with some pros
With about 6 of 'em cut no longer waiting to be chose
And if you hear me tell my homies anything goes
With these chickens dippin' to Davy's right when the clubber close

If you see me on the grind getting' mine
If you bust in the room and find me hittin' yours from behind
If you hear me bustin' rhymes rippin' each and every time
If I got it at capacity and you still got a line

If I'm rollin' on dubs, if it's K-Town bud
If they showin' me love with a red rug at the club
If you see them hatas giving me mugs, ladies giving me hugs
It ain't no rocket science it's because

[Chorus]
I'm a playa
I'm a playa
I'm a playa
I'm a playa
I'm a playa
I'm a playa
I'm a playa
I'm a playa
Oh oh I'm a playa
[Repeat 2x]

[Verse 2]
I'm a playa in every sense of the word ya heard
I'm getting' money from these dummies flip your chick so absurd
I'm a playa and I pop collars
I'm a playa when I don't or when I do drop dollars them rot weilders

She don't want no softy sayin' he do when he don't
She don't want no perpetrating 9 to fiver trying to flaunt
She don't want no punk that can't get it krunk
No she don't that's how it go so my homie Kaliko tell'em what she want

She want a playa not thugs on dubs
We be rollin' them 22's and 3's pop ludes and V's
I'm in hot pursuit of a prostitute Kaliko knock boots gots lots to shoot

Im pullin out the latex and given it to who's next
And fool'em pull a brewnet wit unforgettable sex
She's oohin-oohin' sweat and I ain't telling who's wet
And I ain't getting loose yet so who's next 4 group sex

[Chorus]
[Repeat 2x]

[Verse 3]
Never ever tell ya love where else you get your love
Move in groups no one on one when you hit the club
And you should know this if you call yourself a wicked thug
If you creep to the movies throw away your ticket stub

If you sexin' learn this lesson when you wash off
Just use hot water don't put no soap on your wash cloth
That way when you get home no questions you won't leave her bent
Don't be a dope and use the soap cause it will leave a scent

Don't tell a #2 that she's your one and only
Cause if she know it's way easy to go her own way
If you taking chickens to your secret home hey
Always go the back way to confuse'em just take the long way

To all the ladies if you playin' throw ya hands up
To all my fellas if you playin' throw ya grands up
This is 4-eva baby having clever thangs I'm a playa
Mother fucker and I bet I'll never change

[Chorus]
[Repeat 4x]

Trapped In A Psycho's Body Lyrics By Tech N9ne

[1st Verse]
Don't you come near me cause the devils sittin' next to me
I drink my drink and smoke my weed and pop my extacy.
Then add some GHB and mushrooms to the recipe, this means
I'm really letting the beast within get the best of me

If you can hear me, I need help I'm caught and
I'm stuck and I'm trapped in me self don't understand
This fucked off hand that G. delt lazarus help
Me cause he's hazardous to T's health.

He set trippin' he's tryin' to get a nigga killed
And get a nigga pealed the other side is gonna rid
Him in a field no sentimental feelin's sit'em in necro
Buildings, I tried to tell'em where you going you will
Not see your women and your children.

He popped 15 hits of ex in one night, licked big titts
Had sex with some dikes and he won't use protection
For my erection constantly makin' me get that
Penicillin injection

Wait, I hear voices speakin' from inside
I'm out front wit it he creepin' and he hides
I can't help but notice he's kinda stuck up Imma
Let it slide but in the mean time shut the
Fuck up, and just ride.

[Chorus]
I'm a psycho baby
It's about to drive me crazy Backwards
[Repeat 2 times]

[2nd Verse]
When I was younger I used to faint at the sight
Of blood, now that I'm older I noticed it ain't at the
Sight of blood now the sight of blood equals the very
First sight of love, menstrual cycles feelin' like you right
At your height of drugs

Bleed 4 me baby angel hart rage fuckin' you makes
Me feel a murderous sensation blood mixed with
Ejaculation cum bustin' bump heads till concussions
After we done fuckin' if I can't get the spirit I've won
Nothin'

I got children, and a wife he's thinkin' of
Leaping off of buildings taking flight. By
Now somebody should have killed him, end his
Life but too many mutha fuckers feel him and his mic

Somebody stop him cause he's fuckin' up my lively
Hood, with me trapped inside this psycho how can
I be good to my wifey if it's remotely close to a
Punani he's in it monster runnin' us back and forth to
The free clinic

If you're a friend, time to say too da loo
Cause ain't no possible way he can ever be true
To you, cancel your appointment to do the do
If he wants to kill himself what the fuck you
Think he wanna do to you?

[Chorus]
[(Repeat 2 times) Backwards]

[3rd Verse]
I am a nightmare walkin', psychopath talkin' brain
Deteriorating cause of x pill poppin' I got
More troubles what ever you got it doubles
And triples and quadruples having fantasies of eating
Nipples and noodles

Drugs take the pain away, used to have a lot of love
But now it fade away
The fact that women love the music and they open
Their legs 4 a psychopathic nigga that's so fucked up in the
Head is beautiful

For my family this isn't suitable (devil bitches alert)
(No) gotta recruit a few this niggas gonna do me
Harm I'm drugged up and I'm torn look at this
Mutha fucker he colored my hair orange

You can't touch me everybody loves me listening to my
Music children are getting ugly. If I told you everything
I was thinkin' it wouldn't be G. tellin' you how many
Crossed my path just wouldn't be me

But they know cause they way lo how bout some ex
And fry and ya yo and fuck a ha hlo a lot of Jim Beam
To have grim dreams would be healthy I'm trapped
In a psychos body can you help me?

[Chorus]
[(Repeat 4 times) Backwards]