This is a new joint titled "Worldwide Choppers" by rapper Tech N9ne and his friends, Ceza, JL B.Hood, Uso, Yelawolf, Twista, Busta Rhymes, D-Loc and Twisted Insane. It will be included in his upcoming twelfth studio album 'All 6’ s And 7’s' slated for release on June 7, 2011. The nine total rappers take turns over the song with a female voice introducing each by intoning their home country or city.
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(Turkey)
[Ceza]
(?)
(We started in the Midwest)
(Now we ’bout to take it)
(All over the world, baby!)
(This is the pinnacle!)
(Yeah, Tech N9ne!)
[Tech N9ne]
Follow me, all around the planet, I run the gamut on psychology
They could never manage, we do damage wit’ 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 wit’ Waka Flocka
Gimme the top of hip-hop and watch ‘im 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 heirs
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 off in the bottle
You wit’ 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
[Hook]
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.)
[J.L.]
Check it, I’m ahead of ‘em, chop it up with the veteran
A legend developin’, they gotta tell ‘im it’s evident
Gotta notice an elephant, none of you n-ggas relevant’
You delicate, I’m lovin’ every second of this
(Denmark)
[Uso - Translation in brackets]
De vil alle tjekke når vi ligger det (They will all check it when we lay it)
kommer ind og smækker det beatet jeg vækker det (coming in and smashing it beatet i’m waking it)
i ved hvad der kommer ud af min mund (you know whats comming out of my mouth)
hanger med de vildeste gutter (hanging with the coolest guys)
det minder mig om vi stikker det af (it reminds me we stapping it (set on fire))
for de kalder mig alle vild worldwide chopper (cause they all call me wild worldwide chopper)
(Alabama)
[Yelawolf]
What if I ran into you wit’ a Pogo stick?
Hopped up on top of you rappers like a Jehovah’s Witness?
Wit’ 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
Think I’ma turn into and put a bullet inside of a
Motherf-cker from Westside, 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 that shot
But I hopped on the f-ckin’ beat and I worldwide chopped
Wanna I f-ck wit’ Tech N9ne, well, then fine
I smoke a beat wit’ Mr. Busta Rhymes, well, sure, why not?
Really don’t need to show any more of my c-ck
But I run across the stadium in a pair of your socks
In a trenchcoat wit’ the pencil and a watch
Then drop a verse before you can focus to beat 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
Wit’ an mp3junkyard.blogspot.com alien probe
[Hook]
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)
[Twista]
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 n-gga 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 motherf-cker 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 f-ckin’ with the most intricate lyricists
Or even try to stop us ’cause we choppers and we worldwide
And I’m
[Hook]
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)
[Busta Rhymes]
See how they ask when I’ma stomp on my dude
And when I’ma c-ck 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 f-ckin’ everything up ’til there ain’t no further mistakin’
And bustin’ everything up like a f-ckin’ 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’ ‘im!”
Spittin’ lithium, see the way a n-gga be spillin’ ‘em?
And gettin’ ‘em stupid to the point where there’s no forgivin’ ‘im?
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’, n-gga
Now I’m home!
[Hook]
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)
[D-Loc]
…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 wit’ 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)
[Twisted Insane]
..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 wit’ that sh-t, I’m havin’ a fit, and you will never peel me
I feel you when I’m on top of you, look at the W
You been poppin’ off, I’ma hit ‘em up wit’ 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)
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