Midwest Choppers Lyrics - Tech N9ne

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Welcome to misery where the killers pop it up
Whenever I say it and deal it at the turn of the gun
We can do it if anybody want it
Where the rapper niggas will call up and tell everyone
Misery loves company so we done with thee
Enemy where he be energy sendin me the route
My negativity trippin wit me you runnin fo yo life
Cause you ran your mouth MOUTH

[CHORUS]
We can sang or we can bang
It ain't no game we untamed
Whether its fame or we can aim
Release your brains it ain't no thang - MIDWEST CHOPPERS
Know I sayin
We livin in pain
And it's a shame that you came and got drained
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And listen mayn stay in your lane - MIDWEST CHOPPERS

Find a witness to murderers
Monolog of a menace
Coming from out Of A sinister formidable place
I can let you know the ins and the outs
And I can spit it wicked
Twisted and you can see by the look on my face
Give me the mic and Imma mangle it, tangle it
Definitely the people see that I got the hang of it
Pigs you gotta try to make a mockery of a city
Who pock 'em n' block 'em pocket you baby We dangerous
Came to get strange Wit' it bang Wit' it
Stop and get a little untamed Wit' it
Get the chopper like a fully ya' bully wit' a hoodie
Should I get up n' take him out or spit game wit' him?
Well the answer is right before your eyes
Who do you despise?
Killers who chop you we got to stop you pop you partner 'n you cussin'
Get up out of the way when Techa Nina be bustin'
Gotta give it up I'm a veteran like Edison
Imma light 'em up and get in your head again
I'm better than ever
Never let 'em feather an ever be fed us in
Severin' hit the mic and then we peddlin' medicine
Imma
Choppa Choppa Choppa
Automatic kickin the ammunition
Killin' the competition know It aint nobody
Hotta Hotta Hotta
Damaging everything and everybody
You know we on a mission
Listen to me
How can I make you understand Im a general
Even if you poppin' the competition is minimal
Can't see the killers and you can bet that we criminal
The demon inside of me keep on tellin' me when to go
So Imma keep reppin' the Midwest Choppers freakin' flows
And I'm about to be on top of this and truly be bustin'
Beggin' for mercy you punk I Aint givin' you nothing

[CHORUS]

We be the best We ain't talking about women we be talking about paper
Already made come and terrible
And the competition is the killa
With or with the buretta tight right under my sweater
And we hide it delopta be where my killas
But my dealers are betta
Like a blender leeroy like a guillotine
Chop yo hands out and throw me out the window

Watch yo lyrical
Thru the atp
WHEN WE COME TO THE STREET WE DON POST ON THE BLOCK
For the killa I'ma lift my middle finger up to the cop
So On the way to the studio we be makin another hot track
They be lovin the way we spit it
Boy they want our position but they ain't never get it
In the hone of the pacific
We the definiton of a soldier
My opposition is the cultural
I spit like a tomic
Me and my killa are guerillas

Boy we tryin to battle cuz they want our position
But they ain't never get it
Man I told you
We the number one competitors dealin
Working the way to the top and get the millin
In the hone of the city you can never cross us

You can try to read us
You can try to beat us
Try to get your speed up but it ain't gon matter
Cause after were done bustin a nigga we don after
We takin after techa nina is the master

[CHORUS]

Whenever I'm reppin the city in the cane
Holla your brain cuz I'm a disaster
Dilemma get ready decibel comin atcha
We wanna Come atcha
Because I'm a style master And I'm impressionable now
Just so ya kno now
I make 'em sweat
Cause the best with the flow
Whenever you wanna flex you can go
Keep stressing your code
And I make yo man go
Midwest will flow like
SHE'LL FLOW WITH MORE STRIFE
Cuz the energy is the bomb
I can tell that you fascinated by the way we rhyme
And we flow like with the mo like
Mo strike wit the fire
BABY I KNO U SAY IT OFF
Cuz so senemy enemys now
Irritate with the haters that be comin around so I kick it
Like a realla with the style
Im too set for a cure so and I don't need for a doctor to work
Late for makin yo nerves
Late cause he called ya
Hands down now I popped ya now
Lets take a trip to the back of your real gear
Strange the individual wit ill skill

TALK WIT IT
Let me act like you get tough wit it
When you get out of the truck spittin off the crane
Killers gon be the one to leavin yo bodies
Smoke ya but really
AND THE GAME IS DROP
Cause whenever I'm bustin its like
The full heart stopper
The techa nina get up the flow cause we
Midwest choppaz

[CHORUS]

You better Act right get right
Cause I'm the baddest nigga hookin up with the fastest badass
Hit you with the lyrical lyrical miracle whip incredible knock the head like a several
Diggy diggy down diggy down watcha diggy down
Cook it clown and at the house hold it down diggy diggy__ diggy down
And if you look for the sound you can be found
With the nigga in the crowd are you really wit me?
And when you hear it then nigga then zip it
These make you want to reposition and pivit
When we write it and spit it we makin somebody get it
And if they wont hear it then they wont get it, STOP
Oh we can keep babblin on
Or rapplin off at the mouth while we travelin
And we speakin on on the speakin on the things we be doin comin in to pop my mouth
And where the hell were u?
And I can stop with the drop
With the Caribou
And they see me pop I would say was you
And I wont hesitate to chop you
Until to you
While they doin you
And if you look at the better at the better to combust you got the Cali gun for fun
And if you throw me past the pack man you get it
They putting down the gun
CHOPPA yousa CHOPPA that techa ninaz a CHOOPA
We gon come and Knock your block off
You never see us comin hit yah run and walk off
Cause is more what we wantin
And we come in and headhuntin
Wont stop til we get to the top
It's the way we Midwest chop yah







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wrong. | Reviewer: Anonymous | 1/19/11

Ok so, yes it is d-loc from kottonmouth kings, if you cant tell by his flo and voice you'er retarded. Teh and d-loc played this song at the a tech kmk show I was at and so far none of these lyrics are correct



Nope | Reviewer: Seph | 12/14/10

Lyrics straight from Tech's website.

(INTRO) Welcome to misery where the killas pop it off and when I say pop it off I mean deadly with the tongue or the gun we can do it if anybody want it whether rappin' or get to clappin' up another tell everyone.
Misery Loves Kompany so we dump at thee, enemy when it be energy sending me the route, of negativity trippin' wit me ya runnin' for your life cause you ran yo mouth.
(CHORUS) We can sang or we can bang it ain't no game we untame whether it's, fame or we can aim release yo brains it ain't no thang (Midwest Choppers)
Yerm sane we livin' in pain and it's a shame that you, came and got drained listen mane stayin' yo lane (Midwest Choppers)
(1st Verse) Ya finna witness the murderous monologue of a menace comin' from out of a sinister formidable place, I can let you know the ins and the out's and I can spit it wicked twisted and you can see by the look on my face, gimme the mic and imma mangle it tangle it, definitely the people see that I got the hang of it, pity you gotta try ta make a mockery of city who block'em and block'em buck at you baby we dangerous.
Came ta get Strange with it bang wit it stop and get a little untame wit it get ta choppin' like a fully a bully wit a hoodie should he get up and take'em out or spit cane wit it? Well the answer is right before your eyes who do you despise killas who chop you we got to stop you pop you potnah you gussin' get up outta the way when Tecca Nina be bussin'.
Gotta give it up I'm a veteran like Edison imma light'em up and get in ya head again, I'm better than ever never let a feather in death he be fetishin' sevarin' hit the mic and then we peddlin' medicine imma (choppa, choppa, choppa) automatic kickin' the ammunition killin' the competition no it ain't nobody (hotta, hotta, hotta) damaging everything and everybody you know we on a mission.
Listen ta me, how can I make you understand imma General, even if you poppin' the competition is minimal, Kan City killas and you can bet that we criminal, the demon inside of me keep on tellin' me when ta go, so imma keep on reppin' the Midwest Choppas freakin' flows and I'm bout ta be up on top of this and truly be bussin' beggin' for mercy you punk I ain't givin' you nothin'.
(2nd Verse) MISSING LYRICS FROM D-LOC
(3rd Verse) When I'm off in a zone, I get to representing the city of the K, hollow ya brain, cause I'm a disaster, Dalima get ridiculous if I'm comin' at ya, 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 your 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, because I'm sipin' on Henny and bustin' like a semi on enemies now, irritated with the haters that be coming around, so I'm kickin' like a relivant but an arrogant style, meaning that I'm really sure so, I'm to sick for a cure so, ain't a need for a doctor, my verbal word play, be making your nerves shake cause I caught ya, pants down when I popped ya.
Now let's take a trip through the valley of real gill Strange individuals with a militant real skill, pop a collar and holla at the brauds with real skrill get down for the cause cuz we flausin' big wheels, get up wit it don't be acting like you get tough wit it, when the choppers come out the truck spitting, all of the Strange gill killas gone be devoted to leaving your body smokin' cause really you can't get up with us, and that's game that's proper cause whenever I'm bustin' it's like a full heart stopper, Dalima, Tecca Nina, Kalico, and D-Loc, rippin'em up with the flow cause we're Midwest Choppers!
(4th Verse) Kalibaby ya betta act right get right, cause I'm the badest nigga, hookin' up with the fastes bad asses, to hitch with the lyrical lyrical miracle whip incredible, bout to knock the head offa several diggy, diggy down watch'em figgy frown at the clown them hounds is bound for you town diggy, diggy, diggy, and if your lookin' for the sound it can be found by the nigga wearin' the crown, are you really wit me?
And when you hear it nigga then zip it the xzibit make ya wanna reposition ya 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 babalin' on or rattlin' off at the mouth why were travelin' and don't be thinkin' that I be speakin' about the things that I be doin cause what's comin' up out my mouth freestyle I'm bout ta ruin.You and you and you, and can stop for a drop of the Caribou, and if it's on and poppin' it's stewie oohee ooh, and I won't hesitate to chop you and chewy oohee, what it dooee oh, and if your lookin' for the better of the veterans who can bust you got the Kali gun for fun, and they don't be bussin' backatcha when you attack'em on a track I hope they puttin' down they gun, cause Dalima's a choppa, D-Loc a choppa, that Tecca Nina's a choppa, Kalico al'knock ya block off ya neva see it comin' hitcha when we gunnin' you runnin' we walk off, cause it's more than bread that we wantin' an we goin' head, and we won't stop till we get to the top ya in the way then we Midwest Chop ya.



WTF IS THIS!!! | Reviewer: josh | 4/16/10

This song is awesome, but whoever put the lyrics on here...THEY ARE WRONG!!! I only went halfway through the lyrics and found MANY mistakes, whoever wrote this needs to listen better. DO NOT USE these lyrics, they suck.



?? | Reviewer: Anonymous | 9/11/08

alright question for the true fans. settle this for me. The D-Loc featured in this song is NOT the same D-Loc in Kotton Mouth Kings. Am I correct. Oh yea and just a small correction. In Kaliko's verse, when it does the octave voice effect he's simply sayin, D-locs a choppa, dalimas a choppa, then techa ninas a choppa. yup.



big edits | Reviewer: Unger | 4/11/08

I'm learning to rap this song, and quite a few of the lyrics are wrong. Here's what I've got, its not 100% but probably like 98% right.(I started with this site's lyrics because they were the most accurate, but I added some edits) I'll also put the reason I know some of the goofier shit in the lyrics in -- like this --.

for tech n9ne:

"Welcome To Misery Where The Killers Pop It Off and When I say pop It
off I Mean Deadly we're The Tongue Of The Gun
We Can Do It If Anybody Want It Whether Rappin and
Get to Clapin up Another Tell Everyone"

-- tech n9ne's lyrics in other songs mention himself as the gun tongue a few times, so he's saying he is the tongue of the gun. --

d-loc:

"Lyrically we be the best in the midwest and we cake'd up
i aint talkin about women im 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
and we hotter than lava
the way that my gillas be keepin it poppin
partner you tight but my gillas are better
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 walking away looking 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 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
they call me d-loc so the functioning definition of a soldier
my opposition is more culturaled, richer
i spit like a tommy
and anybody in my way ima fold em
and me and my gilla gorillas want it - can split it
caught us
boys be tryin to battle cuz they want our position
but they can never get in it because we better and bigger
and like i told ya we the number one competetors dealin
workin their way up to the top and they wont stop til they get the millions
in the home of the century d-loc and dalima
chemistry you can never cross with them

igganahs idah the ebe ossinbay the yricala iggertra eavela otherma uckerfay's lost

you can try to read us try to beat us
try to get your speed up but it aint gonna matter
cuz after we get finished bustin aint gonna be no laughter
we takin over the map with tecca nina the master"

-- he says "gillas" a few time because thats what they call their crew. its slang based on magilla gorilla, the cartoon ape. its like a play on my killer guerilla = magilla gorilla. --

-- AGT is the clique they are involved with --

-- the backwards sounding part is pig latin. i dont understand it perfectly but the syllables i have are right. made out it the way i wrote it would say "niggas hide, the be bossin the lyrical trigger, leave mother fuckers" not perfect, but its really close --

dalima:


"When Im Up In The zone
I Get To Representing The City in Decay
Hollow Your Brain Cuz Im A Disaster
Dalima Get Ridiculous if im Comin Atcha
Leave Em In A Predicament
Cause Im A Style Master
And Im Not Impressionable Now
Just So Ya Kno
I Make Em Sweat
Cause I'm Best With The Flow
Whenever You Wanna Flex We Can Go
Keep Stressing Your Code
And I Gonna Leave Ya Back On The Flo'
Midwest We Done Flow Like
(She Flows With The Most Strife)
Cuz The Energy Is The Bomb
I Can Tell That You Fascinated By The Way That We Rhyme
And We Blow Like
With The Flow Strike With The Fire
(Baby Aint Nothin You Can Say Though)
Cuz Im Sippin On Henny
And Bustin Like The Semi Go Enemys Now
Irritated With The Haters That Be Comin Around So I Kick It
Like A Relative of the Area Style
Meaning That Im Really Sure So
Im Too Sick For A Cure So
Aint No Need For A Doctor My Verbal word play
Be Making Yo Nerves Shake
Cuz I Caught Ya
Pants Down When I Popped Ya Now
Lets Take A Trip To The Valley Of Real Deals
Strange Individual Wit The Mentally Ill Skill
Pop A Collar And Holler At The Broads with Real Skrill
Get Down For The Cost We Be Flossin Big Wheels
(What Up Wit It)
Don't Be Acting Like You get tough Wit It
When the chopper come out the trunk
Spittin Off In The Strange Yield
Killers Gon be devoted to leavin Yo Bodies
Smokin But Really
You Can't Get off With It
(Man This Game Is Rough)
Cause Whenever Im Bustin Its Like
A Full Heart Stopper
Dalima Tecca Nina Kaliko and D-Loc
Rip Another With The Flow Cause We
Midwest Choppaz"


Hope it helps.



Dumb Fucks | Reviewer: J Rip | 1/27/08

This "sketchy" dude is a fuckin retard, half his lyrics are wrong. The ones posted as of now are almost perfect to all you hatin ass niggas that couldnt figure it out your damn selves. I sent in a few correstions of my own..."When I say pop it off I mean wit the tounge or the gun"...think Mista Tounge Twista dumb asses. "Hit The Mic And Get In Again
Medicine"... what the fuck is that supposed to mean, it's "And then we peddlin medicine" Obviously none of you douchebags are up on strret terms, peddlin medicine is slangin dope you fuckin sub-burb bitches. Apparently none of you have ever listened to another Tech song, he nevers puts in random shit that makes no sense just to rhyme; everything he says serves a purpose. "So Ima Keep Reppin The Mirror"...what the fuck is "the mirror"...hes reppin the Midwest, again, if you'd listed to Tech before you'd kno where he's from dipshit; for those of you who dont, the Midwest is that area of the country between east coast, west coast, and south...made up of Michigan (Detroit- Eminem), Illinois (Chicago- Twista, Kanye West), Ohio(Cleveland-Bone Thugs), Missouri(aka Mizery; Kansas City aka KC MO- TECH N9NE, DALIMA, D-LOC, KALIKO) Midwest is known for fast ma fuckas. Moral of the story is, dont talk shit if you dont know your shit. Peace -J Rip



Suggestions | Reviewer: Mr. Axel grave | 11/1/07

Your the closest i've seen man but you don't have anything for the part where it seems that D-loc is speaking backwords. ere is my suggestion

what i'm thinkin is that either your a baby and is a iracle(miracle) and anger tra(try) evilar (eviler) I'ma top slaughts (slaughter)
I know it isn'tperfect but it's what i could get



its_me | Reviewer: me | 10/21/07

dude dont listen to these other muh fuckas.
they dont know what theyre talking about
youre shit is the closest to the song than anyone else on the net.
there are places that could be a couple different things so who really cares

keep it up. nice job with this shit



Correction | Reviewer: UNBREAKABLE | 9/29/07

Beginning of Verse 4.

1st suggestion is:
When Im Up In The Salt Lake
I Get To Representing The City In The Cane

2nd suggestion is:
When Im Up In The Salt Room
Im Representing The City In The Cane


I think it is:
When I'm up in the zone
I get to representing the city of da K




wtf | Reviewer: mastah A_rab | 9/7/07

the current lyrics posted at the very top are accurate. i just listened to the song while reading the lyrics and they are correct. sketch is an idiot he is all wrong in his version, not to mention in his version he is actually missing beats which ruins the flow in techs verse. man if you change the words make sure that you beat match it so it flows correctly.




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