Midwest Choppers Tech N9ne & Big Krizz Kaliko & Dalima & D-Loc

Welcome to misery, punk
We deep-rooted in this, y'all hear what I'm sayin'?
KCMO, KCK, y'all hear sayin'? It's how we do it
Tech N9ne in this piece, Strange Music represent, what?

Welcome to Missouri, where the killers pop it off
And when I say, "Pop it off ", I mean deadly with the tongue or the gun (yeah)
We can do it if anybody want it, rather rappin'
Or get to clappin' up another, tell everyone (yeah)

"Misery loves kompany", so we dump at thee (yeah)
Enemy, when it be energy sendin' me the route (yeah)
Of negativity, trippin' with me, you runnin' for your life
'Cause you ran your mouth (mouth)

We can sang, or we can bang, it ain't no game we untamed
Whether it's fame or we can aim, release yo' brains, it ain't no thang (Midwest choppers)
Yerm sayin', we livin' in pain, and it's a shame that you
Came and got drained, and listen, man, stay in yo' lane (Midwest choppers)

Sang or we can bang, it ain't no game we untamed
Whether it's fame or we can aim, release yo' brains, it ain't no thang (Midwest choppers)
Yerm sayin', we livin' in pain, and it's a shame that you
Came and got drained, and listen, man, stay in yo' lane (Midwest choppers)

Finna witness the murderous monologue of a menace
Comin' from out of a sinister, formidable place (yeah)
I can let you know the ins and the outs, and I can spit it wicked, twisted
And you can see by the look of my face (yeah)

Gimme the mic, and I'ma mangle it, tangle it (yeah)
Definitely, the people see that I got the hang of it (yeah)
Pity you gotta try to make a mockery of a city who
Block 'em and block 'em, buck at you, baby, we dangerous (yeah)

Came to get strange wit' it, bang wit' it, stop and get a little untame wit' it (yeah)
Get to choppin' like I'm fully a bully with a hoodie
Should he get up and take 'em out or spit 'caine wit' it? (Yeah)
Well, the answer is right before your eyes, who do you despise?
Killers who chop you, we got to stop you, pop you partner, you gushin' (yeah)
Get up outta the way when Tecca Nina be bustin' (yeah)

Gotta give it up, I'm a veteran like Edison, I'ma light 'em up and get in yo' head again (yeah)
I'm better than ever, never let a feather in, death he be fetishin' (yeah)
Sever it, hit the mic and then we peddlin' medicine
I'm a choppa, choppa, choppa, automatic kickin' the ammunition
Killin' the competition, no, it ain't nobody hotter, hotter, hotter
Damagin' everythin' and everybody, you know we on a mission, listen to me (yeah-yeah)

How can I make you understand I'm a general? (Yeah)
Even if you poppin' the competition is minimal (yeah)
Kan-city killers, and you can bet that we criminal (yeah)
The demon inside of me keep on tellin' me when to go (yeah)
So I'ma keep reppin' the Midwest choppers freakin' flows
And I'm 'bout to be up on top of this and truly be bustin' (yeah)
Beggin' for mercy, you punk, I ain't givin' you nothin' (nothin')

We can sang, or we can bang, it ain't no game we untamed
Whether it's fame or we can aim, release yo' brains, it ain't no thang (Midwest choppers)
Yerm sayin', we livin' in pain, and it's a shame that you
Came and got drained, and listen, man, stay in yo' lane (Midwest choppers)

Sang or we can bang, it ain't no game we untamed
Whether it's fame or we can aim, release yo' brains, it ain't no thang (Midwest choppers)
Yerm sayin', we livin' in pain, and it's a shame that you
Came and got drained, and listen, man, stay in yo' lane (Midwest choppers)

Lyrically, we be the best in the Midwest, and we caked up
I ain't talkin' about women, I'm talkin' about paper
D-Loc and Dalima enter the center
And get coded, and when in the competition, we for sure to kill 'em

I spit like a fully and ready-made, through any type of weather
With the Beretta tucked right under my sweater (yeah)
And we hotter than lava, the way that my gillas be keepin' it poppin'
Partner you tight, but my gillas are better (ayy)

We keep it choppin' like a blender, eatin' boys up for dinner
Guillotines, we chop your heads off, and throw 'em out the window
We too critical, we ill and you walkin' away lookin' so pitiful
The AGT we be the number one contenders

(When it come to the street, we still post on the block)
40 cal on my lap, and my middle finger up to the cops
On the way to the studio to go and make another hot track
They be lovin' the way that we spit it when we drop (yeah)

They call me D-Locsta the Vulture, the definition of a soldier
My opposition is more culture than Rocha
I spit like a Tommy, and anybody in my way, I'ma fold 'em
And me and my gilla gorillas want it 'cause we the coldest boys

Be tryna battle 'cause they want our position
But they can never get in it because we better and bigger (yeah)
And like I told you, we're the number one competitors dealin'
Workin' their way up to the top, and they won't stop 'til they get the millions

In a whole other century, the D-Loc and Dalima, chemistry, you can never cross wit' 'em
Igganas idah the ebe ossinbay the yricala, iggertra eavela otherma uckerfay's lost
You can try to read us, you can try to beat us, try to get yo' speed up, but it ain't gon' matter
'Cause after we get finished bustin', there ain't gon' be no laughter
We takin' over the map with Tecca Nina, the master (master)

We can sang, or we can bang, it ain't no game we untamed
Whether it's fame or we can aim, release yo' brains, it ain't no thang (Midwest choppers)
Yerm sayin', we livin' in pain, and it's a shame that you
Came and got drained, and listen, man, stay in yo' lane (Midwest choppers)

Sang or we can bang, it ain't no game we untamed
Whether it's fame or we can aim, release yo' brains, it ain't no thang (Midwest choppers)
Yerm sayin', we livin' in pain, and it's a shame that you
Came and got drained, and listen, man, stay in yo' lane (yeah-yeah, Midwest choppers)

When I'm off in a zone, I get to representin' the city of the K
Hollow your brain, 'cause I'm a disaster
Dalima, get ridiculous if I'm comin' at you
Leave 'em in a predicament 'cause I'm a style master

And I'm not impressionable, now, just so you know
I make 'em sweat, 'cause I'm the best with the flow
Whenever you wanna flex we can go, keep stressin' your cold
And I bet I leave your neck on the floor

Midwest finna blow like (C4 with a low strike)
'Cause the energy is the bomb
I can tell that you're fascinated by the way that we rhyme
And we glow like when the four strike with the fire

(It ain't nothin' you can say though)
'Cause I'm sipin' on Henny and bustin' like a semi on enemies now
Irritated with the haters that be comin' around
So I'm kickin' like a relevant, but an arrogant style

Meanin' that I'm really sure so, I'm too sick for a cure, so
Ain't a need for a doctor
My verbal word play be makin' yo' nerves shake 'cause I caught you
Pants down when I popped you

Now let's take a trip through the valley of real gill
Strange individuals with a militant ill skill
Pop a collar and holler at the broads with real skrill
Get down for the cause, 'cause we flossin' big wheels (what up with it?)

Don't be actin' like you get tough wit' it, when the choppers come out, the truck, spittin'
All of the Strange gill killas gon' be devoted to leavin' yo' body
Smokin' when really you can't get up wit' us (and that's game that's proper)
'Cause whenever I'm bustin', it's like a full heart-stopper
Dalima, Tecca Nina, Kaliko, and D-Loc
Rippin' 'em up with the flow 'cause we're Midwest choppers (choppers)

We can sang, or we can bang, it ain't no game we untamed
Whether it's fame or we can aim, release yo' brains, it ain't no thang (Midwest choppers)
Yerm sayin', we livin' in pain, and it's a shame that you
Came and got drained, and listen, man, stay in yo' lane (Midwest choppers)

Sang or we can bang, it ain't no game we untamed
Whether it's fame or we can aim, release yo' brains it ain't no thang (Midwest choppers)
Yerm sayin', we livin' in pain, and it's a shame that you
Came and got drained, and listen, man, stay in yo' lane

Ayy Tech, watch this, Kali baby, you better act right, get right
'Cause I'm the baddest nigga hookin' up with the fastest badass
Hit you, hit you with the lyrical, lyrical miracle whip, incredible
'Bout to knock the head off of several

Diggy-diggy down, watch 'em figgy frown at the c-c-clown
Them hounds is bound for your town, diggy-diggy-diggy
And if you lookin' for the sound, it can be found by the nigga wearin' the crown

Are you really with me? And when you hear it, nigga, then zip it
The exhibit make you wanna reposition your pivot
When we write it and spit it, we makin' somebody get it
And if they won't hear it and get livid, forget it, forget it (stop)

Or I can keep babblin' on, or rattlin' off at the mouth while we travelin'
And I'll be thinkin' it all be speakin' about the things that I be doin'
A couple scoopin' up out my mouth, this album 'bout to ruin

You and you and you, and I can stop with the drop of the Caribou
And if it's on and poppin', it's due to you, and you
And I won't hesitate to chop you when chewin' you
Uh-huh, while they doin' you

And if you lookin' for the better in the veterans who can bust
You got the Kali gun for fun
And if you throw, we bustin' back at you when you attack
I'm on the track, I hope they puttin' down the gun

(Dalima's a choppa) choppa (D-Loc a choppa, that Tecca Nina's a choppa)
The Kaliko will knock yo' block off
You never see it comin', hit you when we were gunnin'
You runnin' we walk off (we walk off)

'Cause it's more than bread that we're wantin' (we flauntin')
And we comin' headhuntin'
No, we won't stop 'til we get to the top
You in the way, then we Midwest chop ya (chop ya)

Strange Music, bitch, seven years of excellence
T-O-G, and N-9-N-E, real numbers, bitch
Now from us to you, Tech N9ne Collabos
Welcome to Misery Loves Company
And for all the haters, "Fuckin' peasants, soo-woo, motherfucker"
Figure it out