(Turkey) Sen kalk, bir minik mikrofonunu getir bak jak Burada mikrofonuna tak kagit Kalem bir de ilham alinacak gam gaz choppers, Havada düsman avina çikalim akalim, haydi bu battle'i kazanalim (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 game with no Sickology They could never manage, we do damage with' no apology Pick 'em out the panic, a little manic 'cause I gotta be Frantic, I'ma jam it 'cause I'm an oddity Down for the trackin' like I'm grabbin' at my binoculars I could pop at you, papa, 'cause I'm partners with' Waka Flocka Gimme the top of hip-hop and watch 'I'm make 'em rock With a show-stopper, chakras poppin' off the (Worldwide Choppers) If you anybody, you notice it Take as the pinnacle, now the ideal nickel solos it Little coders to pull again, wrote it quick and they quoted it Yo, when it exposed, the flow be hold it, 'cause when that motor spit A-bi-de-a, bi-de-a, never to get free of the rear Better to get just near the mirror, ready to get near my heels Gimme the knock and I'ma chop it, he came and it 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 Trippin' when I rip it, I be the X when I split 'em up Sorta like I was liquored up and backin' up in the cup 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 Killa Kaz'll f*ck anybody, Tech is calamitous Leave 'em in the dust, anybody, Tech 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 can give it the Poe and toss it 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 convo' when I go I'm light years Ahead of my peers Want some, you can come bring it right here (worldwide choppers) 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 'em, chop it up with the veteran A legend developin', they gotta tell 'I'm it's evident Gotta notice an elephant, none of you niggas relevant You delicate, I'm lovin' every second of this (Denmark) De vil alle tjekke nar vi ligger det Kommer ind og smaekker det beatet jeg vaekker 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 (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 more tracks 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 sam-a-wich Pick up a twenty two And put a bullet inside a motherfucker From a side of a 1987 box I'm headed up, yeah, headed for bucks F*ck 'em all, make 'em feel my dread like I had a head of locks Feelin' rebuffed, like you had dead shots When I hopped on the fuckin' beat and I worldwide chopped When I f*ck with' Tech N9ne, with the piranhas I 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 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) 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 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 ya best pick a better habit 'Cause I'm an anomaly, able to give a lobotomy To any motherfucker challengin' my astronomy Hoppin' out, I don't stop when the flame stone Now one of the most popular choppers and my name's known Throwin' it up in the air, takin' it there We W-W-C, if you can't keep up, shoulda stayed home My-my-my alien knowledge be makin' other astronomers Welcome to Los Angeles, a discovery of palentology So play me and I'ma be shinin' on them haters I'm finna be usin' 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 fuckin' with the most intricate lyricists Or 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) See how they ask when I'ma stomp on my dude And when I'ma cock it and pop it, and what I'ma drop on my dude Inevitably, instead 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 provin'? What, when you already the best? And what the hell is he doin'?" Well, I'ma be choppin' and cuttin' and breakin' and beatin' and shakin' And fuckin' everything up 'til there ain't no further mistakin' And bustin' everything up like a fuckin' angry Jamaican And shuttin' everything up, 'specially 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'ma 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, repeat comin' to kill 'em Then he be gotta be drillin' 'em, thinkin' "They gotta be feelin' 'I'm!" Spittin' lithium, see the way a nigga be spillin' 'em? And gettin' 'em stupid to the point where there's no forgivin' 'I'm? 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) Make (something) retire instantly I'm choppin', don't call me Michael Myers in my vicinity The way I be killin' 'em with rhythm, it get illegitimate The Yela will finish and end any predicament And the enemies in the vicinity, I gotta mack up They know they can never get with' me whenever they mention me The hands of a lyrical criminal, more deadly than chemicals Check my resume, they say that your boy's biblical (California) I dead 'em, I set '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 Remy Comin' in with' that shit, I'm havin' a fit, and you will never peel me I feel you when I'm on top of you, I got the drop on you Been poppin' off, I'ma 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, I'm insane, I'm a worldwide (Chopper)
Written by: Aaron Dontez Yates, Ausamah Saeed, Bilgin Ozcalkan, Carl Mitchell, Carl Terrell Mitchell, Demario Epps, Jason Michael Varnes, Michael Johnson, Michael Wayne Atha, Michael Summers, Trevor Smith
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