Midwest Choppers Lyrics - Misery Loves Kompany - Tech N9ne

Welcome to misery punk, we deep rooted in this 

You know what I'm sayin' 

KCMO, KCK, you know what I'm sayin' 

That's how we do it, Tech N9ne in this place 

Trying to produce a record, say what 

Welcome to misery where the killers pop it up 

When I say pop it up I mean deal it at the turn of the gun 

We can do it if anybody want it, where the rapper niggas 

They clappin' up and now they tell everyone 

Misery loves company so we done with thee 

Enemy when it be energy sendin' me the route 

My negativity trippin' wit me, you runnin' for your life 

'Cause you ran your mouth, mouth 

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We can sing or we can bang 

It ain't no game we untamed 

Whether it's fame or we can aim 

Release your brains, it ain't no thing 

(Midwest Choppers) 

You heard what I'm sayin' 

We livin' in pain and it's a shame 

That you came and got drained 

And listen man, stay in your lane 

(Midwest Choppers) 

We can sing or we can bang 

It ain't no game we untamed 

Whether it's fame or we can aim 

Release your brains, it ain't no thing 

(Midwest Choppers) 

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You heard what I'm sayin' 

We livin' in pain and it's a shame 

That you came and got drained 

And listen man stay in your lane 

(Midwest Choppers) 

Find the witness to murderers monologue of a minute 

Come out of a sinister formidable place 

I can let you know the in's and the out's and I can spit it wicked 

Twisted and you can see by the look of my face 

Give me the mic and I'ma mangle it, tangle it 

Definitely the people see that I got the hang of it 

Pig you gotta try to make a mockery of a city who 

Pock 'em and block 'em why can't you get it, we dangerous 

Came to get strange with it, bang with it 

Stop and get a little untamed with it 

Get the chopper like a fully' ya bully with a hoodie 

Soon to get up and take him out or split cane with it 

Well the answer is right before your eyes 

Who do you despise? Killers who chop you 

We gotta stop you, pop you partner, you gawfin' 

Get up outta the way when Techa N9ne be bustin' 

Gotta give it up I'm a veteran like Edison 

I'ma light 'em up and get in your head again 

I'm better than ever, never let 'em feather 

Invest it, be fed it since it separated 

Hit the mic and then we buy a little medicine I'ma 

(Choppa, Choppa, Choppa) 

Automatic kickin' the ammunition 

Killin' the competition know it ain't nobody 

(Hotta, Hotta, Hotta) 

Damagin' everythin' and everybody you know we on a mission 

Listen to me, how can I make you understand I'm a general? 

Even if you poppin' the competition in minimal 

Can't see the killers 

And you can bet that we criminal 

The thing inside of me keep on tellin' me when to go 

So I'ma keep reppin' the Midwest Choppers freakin' flows 

And I'm about to be up on top of this and truly be bustin' 

Beggin' for mercy you punk I ain't givin' you nothin', nothin' 

We can sing or we can bang 

It ain't no game we untamed 

Whether it's fame or we can aim 

Release your brains, it ain't no thing 

(Midwest Choppers) 

You heard what I'm sayin' 

We livin' in pain and it's a shame 

That you came and got drained 

And listen man, stay in your lane 

(Midwest Choppers) 

We can sing or we can bang 

It ain't no game we untamed 

Whether it's fame or we can aim 

Release your brains, it ain't no thing 

(Midwest Choppers) 

You heard what I'm sayin' 

We livin' in pain and it's a shame 

That you came and got drained 

And listen man, stay in your lane 

(Midwest Choppers) 

Never worry we be the best whenever somebody take the bite 

Ain't talkin' about women, I'm talkin' about paper 

Be caught in a dilemma after the sin, already coded 

They're wounded, they're competition would for sure 

The killa must be like a fully damn brettin' made company 

Tough with or with the Baretta tucked right under my sweater 

And we hide it in the lot where the blood of my killas 

Be keepin' the apartment, partner you tight but my dealers are better 

We keep a chopper like a blender eatin' boys up for dinner 

The Guillotine will chop your hands of and throw 'em out the window 

We're too critical for you well your walkin' away lookin' so ridiculed 

Why ADDB we be the number one contenders 

When they come to the street whats the post on the block 

For the killa I'ma liftin' my middle finger up to the cop 

So on the way to the studio we go 'bout makin' another hot track 

They be lovin the way that we spin it when we try commentin' lots 

And approach to the definition of a soldier 

My opposition is the my cultural future 

I split like atomic and anybody MOY I'ma fond of make 

Me and my killer guerrillas willin' 'cause we're the corner boys 

They tryin to battle 'cause they want our position 

But they ain't never gettin' in it, because the music is bigger here 

Like I told you we're number one competitors dealin' 

We'll connect with them to the top 

And then we'll stop till they get the millions 

In the hone of the century they been walkin' the limbo 

Chemistry you can never cross with them 

Thinkin' inside that they either be as a mean ever polite 

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 we get bendin' bustin there gon' be no laughter 

We takin' over the network, Tech N9ne is the master, master 

We can sing or we can bang 

It ain't no game we untamed 

Whether it's fame or we can aim 

Release your brains, it ain't no thing 

(Midwest Choppers) 

You heard what I'm sayin' 

We livin' in pain and it's a shame 

That you came and got drained 

And listen man, stay in your lane 

(Midwest Choppers) 

We can sing or we can bang 

It ain't no game we untamed 

Whether it's fame or we can aim 

Release your brains, it ain't no thing 

(Midwest Choppers) 

You heard what I'm sayin' 

We livin' in pain and it's a shame 

That you came and got drained 

And listen man, stay in your lane 

(Midwest Choppers) 

(Yelling my voice out loud) 

I get to representin' the city, get the cane 

Holla your brain 'cause I'm a disaster 

Dalima get ready, get decibel comin' atcha 

Leave 'em in a predicament 'cause I'm a style master 

And I'm impressionable now, just so ya know 

I make 'em sweat 'cause I'm best with the flow 

Whenever you wanna flex, we can go, keep stressin' your code 

And I'd rather make you dance on the floor 

Midwest's gonna flow like, she'll flow with the more strike 

'Cause the energy is the bomb 

I can tell that you fascinated by the way we rhyme 

And we glow like with the more strike with the fire 

Baby, now you need to say it off 

'Cause I'm sippin' on heindig and bustin' 

Like your sendin' your enemy's now 

Irritated with the haters that be comin' around 

So I kick it like a brother but with a African style 

Meetin' with them I' really sure so, I'm too sick for a cure so 

And no need for a doctor my bod won't work 

Late in makin' yo nerves straight 'cause they caught ya 

Hands down when I popped ya, now 

Let's take a trip to the back of your real guilt 

Strange individual with the mettle to ill skill 

Public outnumber howlin' with the bro's was real screwed 

Get down 'cause the talks could be farce and big wheels 

Talk with it, let me act like you get tough with it 

When they talk, come out of truck's bitichin' 

Often there's crane's, you know 

Killers gonna be devoted to leavin' yo bodies smokin' 

But really you can't get down, what is it? An exchange problem 

'Cause whenever I'm bustin' it's like a full heart stopper 

Dalima, Tech N9ne, Kaliko with D-Loc 

Rippin' up with the flow 'cause we Midwest Choppers 

We can sing or we can bang 

It ain't no game we untamed 

Whether it's fame or we can aim 

Release your brains, it ain't no thing 

(Midwest Choppers) 

You heard what I'm sayin' 

We livin' in pain and it's a shame 

That you came and got drained 

And listen man, stay in your lane 

(Midwest Choppers) 

We can sing or we can bang 

It ain't no game we untamed 

Whether it's fame or we can aim 

Release your brains, it ain't no thing 

(Midwest Choppers) 

You heard what I'm sayin' 

We livin' in pain and it's a shame 

That you came and got drained 

And listen man, stay in your lane 

Nigga nigga you better act right, get right 

'Cause I'm the baddest nigga hookin' up with the fastest bad-ass's 

Hit you with the lyrical, lyrical miracle whip incredible 

Like to knock the head of a several 

Diggy, diggy down what'cha piggy found 

At the c-c-clownin' house Is bound for your town diggy, diggy, diggy 

And if you lookin' for the sound it can be found 

With the nigga wearin' the crown, are you really with me? 

And when you hear it then nigga then zip it 

De-zip it, make you want to reposition your pivot 

When we write it and spit it we makin' somebody get it 

And if they wont' hear it then go live and forgive and forget it, stop 

I write and keep babblin' on or rapplin' off at the mouth 

While we travelin' when were diggin' it 

I'll speakin' about the things that I'll be doin' 

Couple a scoop and I pop my mouth free stylin' 

But the road with you and you and you 

And I can stop with the drop of the Caribou 

And if they see me pop and their still with you and you 

And I won't hesitate to chop you until you, what they do with you? 

And if you lookin' for the betterer the betterer to combust 

You got the Cali gun for fun 

And if you throw people some black attitude 

When you attack 'em on the check-amo, they putting down the gun 

That Dalima is a chopper, D-Loc a chopper 

That Tech N9ne's a chopper 

Kaliko will knock your block off 

You never see it come and hit you 

When we gonna get runner, we walk off 

'Cause is more than breath we want 

And we come in here headhuntin' 

But we won't stop till we get to the top 

Givin' the way that we're Midwest Chop, ya 

Strange music bitch, seven years of excellence 

T on T and N, 9 and E, real numbers bitch 

Now from us to you, Tech N9ne collabo's 

Welcome to Misery Loves Company, and for all the haters 

Fuckin' peasants, suit you, mother fucker, figure it out