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Wicked Wicked

Now it's on (echos)




I'll murder your whole city

Nigga, like Frank Nitty

Hideous the city is

Niggas betta give me this respect when I flex

Cause my Tech flows like amphibians

From here to the Carribeans

Unexplored territories like Venus

Niggas never seen the team it seems keenest

Impairing ya mind like Zimas

Infared beamers

Keep ya posse on my penis

[Tech N9ne]

Now it's on

Wicked shit is the lick

A Middle West flex

The abyss

Who this bitch who dis this cl-ick

Bliss is hangin that bitch by the clitoris

You get spit on

Shit on

Hit on

Get on the dick of this

Sl-ick niggara

But you can always call the Nina

A killer in America



I got skills to kill

Like overdosin pills

Blood spills for million dollar bills

You can't try to peel this

Or feel the illness

Of a nigga that's comin out real (real)

I don't know why

Nigga you livin a lie

A plus I despise those who try

A nigga like I that's high and fly and sly

Midwest side so you just might die

[Tech N9ne]

Check it out

I murdered these ho's Hercules flows

My shit carries on like hepatitis

The weak biters

Mean nothin ta me

Gimme no fuckery foul like (what)

Non-ghanacocle Urithritis I might just

Make a nigga bite dust

When I bust plus

Clamity feels great

Can it be ill? Yes

Sanity kills a real nigga

But still I'm wicked like Amityville

The best, The N9ne, coresh burned

Now it's your turn

You must learn

Misery niggas are crazed

Like 24 gang niggas on sherm

When it's on I'll be heated like a hot comb

Tell these punk muthafuckas to leave me alone

When I'm in the zone you get blown away

Get the clones away

Mitch Bade niggas cause it's on today


Now it's on

Now it's on

Now it's on

Wicked Wicked

Now it's on

Now it's on


Now let me smoke and choke

Let these niggas know

That Lejo ain't bout no jokes

Nigga betta learn the ropes

We like costra nostra

And'll fuck around and cut yo' throat

Decapitation facin devastation nations

When they ragin can't stop this

Nigga you can catch a fist

Or you can rest in piss

For that diss that you thought I missed
Tech N9Ne - Now It's On -
I'm indestructable and untouchable

Ain't givin a fuck about what you know

I don't love no hoe, I don't mug no mo

But I'm still collectin my other dough

Now peep the rawness my rhymes is flawless

Fools get tossed for tryin to floss like bosses

People can call this the clique wit no losses

Cause a nigga can flow from September to August

Deeper than seven seas, colder than no degrees

Niggas is easy to get down on their knees

When you fuckin wit rhymes like these

I always find that he's bitin my shit

It's me he's tryin to be

No more chances understand this

I'm the man wit the plan I stand from Kansas

And this weed enhances scandalous dances

What is in my hands will take yo last glances

Fuckin wit a technicality, that's what it gotta be

Nigga sittin on the side of me

My mentality makes fatality reality

Split yo anatomy, assault and battery

Niggas pray to God we stop, we won't though

Askin who's on the top, they don't know

But don't no muthafucka

In the muthafuckin western muthafuckin hemisphere

Really want Jo

Associated with a deadly force we got codes

Deeper than morse

Sounds like (oops)

And needle points bullet shoot through a horse

So of course

I'm leavin niggas dead like a corpse

(Gun shot then a pause...)

Damn... Shit

[Tech N9ne]

Don't test me biatrice

Another collorialism

I came up wit for

Bitch deep this twist

People do pitiful shit I do unforgetable hits

And niggas submited to Amerikilla

Did it and got aquited

I flip in a minute I'ma get them relish lips

You can't sell us dip

We gettin high off K bombay (bombay)

Packin hella heat like Pompeii (Pompeii)

Itch-may Ade-bay Igga-nay anyway

I gets I'll when I feel like, gettin biz

You know what that is?

I know what that is

When I be rippin eveybody know what that is

Rewind, kcuf snomed ni eht dog tip

If anybody wanna catch this

I just said fuck demons and I got pit backwards

And that's bomb futuristic attack shit

Match this

Takes hella practice

To rip scripts nigga gotta be thorough

I gotta make this shit make sense so I can say

"Made it ma top of the world"

Gimme life or give me death

Death becomes evil like asmodeus

I gotta a melodious flow

It becomes proteus


Untameable angel


Bustin like a Magnum, Tom Selick

Missouri terror

Sick of loosin money in Harrah's

Mic assassin like Anotonio Banderas

How many niggas you know I bust style

So ambidextrous and I mean I'm buck wild

When it's on

I be heated like a hot comb

Like I said in the first zone

Accident prone

But these niggas don't wanna flex wit Tech

When the heat is on


Now it's gone


Now it's on

Now it's on

Now it's on

Wicked Wicked

Now it's on

Now it's on

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