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  • Текст песни Tech9 - sikologi 101

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    [Intro: Chopped and Screwed Voice {Talking}]
    Hey, now everybody sit down and shut the fuck up!
    Class is now in session
    If you came here to hear that lovey dovey shit - get the fuck out!
    If you soft and scared of hardcore shit - get the fuck out!
    For those who love raw shit - welcome to Sickology 101
    Your instructor for today is - Tech N9ne!

    [Verse 1: ~Tech N9ne~]
    This is style I use pitch, to catch and seduce chicks
    To signal the true sick, mellow tone is what you spit
    Switchin the pattern, bust out that quick midwest chatter
    Some people hate but it ain't matterin, but the people gather, it's flatterin
    Switchin the pitch, mixin, there's no need to be stiff in this bitch
    Spittin full clips on a mission for bliss when I be rippin this shit
    Make it excitin, got to be invitin when you're writin your piece
    Never be dick ridin, if you're goin to be bitin, you're ignitin the beast
    This is melodic, melodies, if you got it
    Mix it hot as tamales, you singin off-key is garbage
    If you can't keep an octave in a pocket, you need to stop it
    Have confidence, speak with conviction, don't put 'em asleep when you rock it
    This is harmony, Nina's taking you through it
    Make it buttery, utterly beautiful, make it fluid
    Sickology 101 is in session, I thought you knew it
    We murderin motherfuckers in music, that's how we do it!

    [Chorus:]
    GET! (ON YOUR FEET!), UP! (OUT YOUR SEAT!)
    GET! (ON YOUR FEET!), UP! (OUT YOUR SEAT!)
    GET! (ON YOUR FEET!), UP! (OUT YOUR SEAT!)
    Such an oddity with it, this is Sickology
    GET! (ON YOUR FEET!), UP! (OUT YOUR SEAT!)
    GET! (ON YOUR FEET!), UP! (OUT YOUR SEAT!)
    GET! (ON YOUR FEET!), UP! (OUT YOUR SEAT!)

    From our west coast instructor - Crooked I (Crooked I ...)

    [Verse 2 - Crooked I]
    My killer Daytons can keep me crushin the competition
    Comin correct when creatin the crazy composition
    Cannibal character, Calico carrier, got a crooked copper missin
    Cali killers on candid cock emissions
    That was constant consonant wordplay
    Wordplay rhymes with Thursday and thirsty - if I'm thirst-ay!
    I change the pronunciation of words, per se
    The English language got to do whatever my verse say
    So if you want to learn to rap, this is how (this is how)
    Right now I'm puttin swag in my style (in my style)
    It's a emphasis on the simplest sentences
    Then I give 'em charisma with a laugh and a smile (and a smile)
    If you want your verses to cost higher
    Then your similes got to be hot as a live wire
    You need some better metaphors
    For example, this song is a war zone and you listeners in the cross fire

    [Repeat Chorus:]

    From our east coast instructor - Chino XL

    [Verse 3: ~Chino XL~]
    Everybody start lockin their windows and doors, Chino might get in
    It's like light-ning, how I'm strikin a triflin rifleman
    Bullets flyin up and I'm numbin the bum, like it's Vicodin
    So much metal in his spine, he could get rich from the recycling! (yeah!)
    Chino be curdlin blood, don't get burned from the buzz
    I speak with conviction, like what Da Brat just heard from the judge
    Bludgeon no love, industry hate me yo
    I'd rather hear Hannah Montana, than half of you rappers on the radio!
    Startin drama with Chino, God forbid
    Auction my lyrics on eBay, that's God for bid
    Problem is lyric Jesus is more than a man
    with a sick delivery, like I drive a coroner van (damn)
    I'm demented, spittin writtens as sick as I can
    Grenade grippin, fittin to detonate Disneyland
    I am teachin Sickology, try to follow how every punch line hits
    Like Chris Brown's fist in the face of Rihanna

    [Repeat Chorus:]

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