Текст Tech N9ne – Worldwide Choppers

Ceza (Turkey):
Sen kalk, bir minik mikrofonunu getir
Bak jak burada diktafonuna tak
Kağıt kalem bir de ilham alınacak

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!

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 quoted it
Yo, when exploded, the flow behold it, ’cause when that motor spit

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

K.C.

J.L.:
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

Uso:
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

Yelawolf:
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

Twista:
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

Busta Rhymes:
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

D-Loc:
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

Twisted Insane:
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