Worldwide Choppers

(Turkey)

Sen kalk, bir minik mikrofonunu getir

Bak jak burada mikrofonuna tak

Kağıt kalem bir de ilham alınacak

Tam gaz choppers, havada düşman avına çıkalım

Akalım, haydi bu battle’ı kazanalım

(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 them out the panic, a 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 mama nakas

I can pop at you proper cause I’m partners with Waka Flocka

Give me the top of hip-hop and watch him make ‘em rock

With a show-stopper, chakras popping off the (Worldwide Choppers)

If you anybody, you notice it

Tech is the pinnacle, not an identical soul is it

Loaded cold as the polar get wrote it quick and they quoted it

Yo it exploded the flow behold it cause when the 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

Give me the knock and I’ma chop, 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

Trip when I rip it up, I be the ish when I split em up

Sort of like I was liquored up and backing up in the gut

Everybody be knowing I be acting up when I bust

From Missouri to Canada, I be keeping the stamina

If you never been a fan of the man, the planet's unanimous

Can I cuss? Fuck anybody, Tech is calamitous

Leave them in the dust, ain't nobody tough when I’m standing 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 thinking he give it the Poe and toss in Picasso

Killing 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.)

Check it, I’m ahead of them, chop it up with the veterans

A legend developing, ain't gotta tell him it’s evident

Gotta notice an elephant, none of you niggas relevant

You're delicate, but loving 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 "Fucking 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 a rejection like I was playing Hamlet?

Syllable burning, that internal damage

Swing, batter, batter, but then I lay back on a hammock

Under an oak tree, like I was peeling pecans

But instead, I’m peeling rappers’ heads, making a sam-a-wich

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

Motherfucka from inside a 1987 box

I’m headed up, yeah, headed for bucks

Fuck ‘em all, make them 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 throats

With an alien probe

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 enemies ’cause of cannibalism

Breaking them 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 lick a magic

After I wreck and check ya, then your respect I better have it

Because I’m an anomaly, able to give a lobotomy

To any motherfucker challenging my astronomy

Hopping out, I don’t stop with the fire when the flames thrown

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

Throwing it up in the air, taking it there

We W-W-C, if you can’t keep up, should've stayed home

My alien knowledge be making other astronomers'

Work look as ancient as a discovery of paleontology

So play me and I’ma be shining on them haters

I’m finna be using 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 fucking with the most intricate lyricists

Don't even try to stop us ’cause we choppers and we worldwide

And I’m

(New York)

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

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

Inevitably, it's 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 proving?

What, when you already the best? And what the hell is he doing?”

Well, I’ma be chopping and cutting and breaking and beating and shaking

And fucking everything up ’til there ain’t no further mistaking

And busting everything up like a fucking angry Jamaican

And shutting everything up, especially the ones who be hating

They loving everything until I got ‘em stuttering 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 kill ‘em, get them, hit them, and finish them

And bang ‘em in the head and diminish them, and then I’ll

Hit ‘em again at a minimum, repeat it coming to killing 'em

Then he be gotta be drilling them, thinking “They gotta be feeling him!”

Spitting lithium, see the way a nigga be spilling them?

And getting them stupid to the point where there’s no forgiving him?

Hoping you’re listening and you’re paying attention

And you’re witnessing the way that I be christening the mic

And getting in the zone, I be flattening and packing in

People from the front to the back and

They got me actin’ a fool, I’m black and

Nigga now I’m home!

(Kansas City)

My fire annihilate make fighters retire instantly

I’m chopping, don’t call me Michael Myers in my vicinity

The way I be killing ‘em with rhythm, it get illegitimate

The Gilla will finish it, ending any 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 say that your boy’s biblical

(California)

I hit 'em with venom when I get up in 'em, I bend em and send em and you can feel me

Digging up in your brain and bringing the pain, they often wanna kill me

Filling ‘em with that fury, get up and hurry, you can feel the Real me

Coming in with that shit, I’m having a fit, and you will never peel me

Off of you when I’m on top of you, I got the drop on you

And popping often hitting ‘em up with a bullet to the (Brain!)

You can look into the eyes of a heathen, breathing, you’re fiending

And dreaming to find a demon, name insane, I’m a worldwide (Chopper)