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Worldwide Choppers Lyrics – Tech N9ne

    Worldwide Choppers is a popular song by Tech N9ne from the 2011 album All 6’s and 7’s. Check words to Tech N9ne Worldwide Choppers Lyrics in English below.

    Worldwide Choppers Lyrics – Tech N9ne 

    [Verse 1: Ceza (Turkey)]
    Sen kalk, bir minik mikrofonunu getir
    Bak jak burada, diktafonuna tak
    Kağıt, kalem bir de ilham alınacak
    Tam gaz choppers, havada düşman avına çıkalım
    Akalım, haydi bu battle’ı kazanalım

    [Intro: Tech N9ne]
    We started in the Midwest (Midwest, Midwest)
    Now we ’bout to take it (Take it, take it, take it) all over the world, baby (Baby, baby)
    This is the pinnacle (Pinnacle, pinnacle) Yeah, Tech N9ne (Tech N9ne)

    [Verse 2: Tech N9ne]
    Follow me all around the planet, I run the gamut on Sickology
    They can never manage, we do damage with no apology
    Pick ’em off they panic a little manic, ’cause I gotta be
    Frantic, I’ma jam it, ’cause I’m an oddity
    Gobble the track up like I’m grubbin’ at Mama Nakas
    I can pop at you proper ’cause I’m partners of Waka Flocka
    Gimme the top of hip-hop
    And watch him make ’em rock with a show-stopper
    Chakras poppin’ off the (Worldwide Choppers)
    If you anybody, you notice it
    Tech is the pinnacle, not a identical soul is it
    Loaded, cold as the polar get
    Wrote it quick and they quoted it
    Yo, it exploded the flow, behold it, ’cause when the motor spit
    Abdiea, bdiea, never to get free of the real
    Better get just kneel to me or ready to get near my heels
    Gimme the knock and I’ma chop
    But he came and he 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 ish when I spit ’em up
    Sorta like I was liquored up and backin’ up in the gut
    Everybody be knowin’ I be actin’ up when I bust
    From Missouri to Canada, I be keepin’ the stamina
    If you never been a fan of the man, the brand is unanimous
    Can I cuss? Fuck anybody! Tech is calamitous
    Leave ’em in the dust ain’t nobody tough when I’m standin’ up
    Tech is hostile, he’s awful
    And really be wicked when he be off in a bottle
    You wit’ it, you dig it, you never lost the apostle
    He sick and he give it the Poe and toss in Picasso
    Killin’ everybody off is the motto
    And I be the only chopper that’s tossed in a brothel
    You said it’s pathetic, my head is off in a taco
    I sped and you bled and you in a coffin when I go
    [Chorus: Tech N9ne]
    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

    [Verse 3: J.L. (KC)]
    Check it, I’m ahead of ’em
    Chop it up with the veterans
    A legend developin’
    Ain’t gotta tell him it’s evident
    Gotta notice an elephant
    None of you niggas relevant
    You’re delicate, but lovin’ every second of this

    [Verse 4: U$O (Denmark)]
    De vil alle tjekke, når vi ligger det
    Kommer ind og smækker det, beatet – jeg vækker det
    I ved hva’, der kommer ud af min mund
    Hænger med de vildeste gutter
    Det minder mig om, vi stikker det af
    For de kalder mig alle fucking chopper

    [Verse 5: Yelawolf (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 churches 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 sand-a-wich
    Pick up a .22 and put a bullet inside of a
    Motherfucka from Westside, a 1987 box
    I’m headed up, yeah, headed for bucks
    Fuck ’em all, make them feel my dread like I had a head of locks
    Feel every bump like you had bad shocks
    But I hopped on the fuckin’ beat and I worldwide chopped
    Wanna fuck with Tech N9ne, twist up the pine
    And 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’ma dump truck, just send another load
    Peter Piper dump a pile of peppers in your throats
    With an alien probe, I’m light years—
    [Chorus: Tech N9ne]
    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

    [Verse 6: 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’ them 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 your respect I better have it
    ‘Cause I’m an anomaly, then I’ma give a lobotomy
    To any motherfucker challengin’ my astronomy
    Hoppin’, I don’t stop with the fire when the flames thrown
    I’m one of the most popular choppers and my name’s known
    Throwin’ it up in the air, takin’ it there
    We WWC, if you can’t keep up shoulda stayed home
    My alien knowledge be makin’ other astronomers’
    Work look as ancient as a discovery of paleontology
    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
    Don’t even try to stop us, ’cause we choppers and we worldwide
    And I’m—
    [Chorus: Tech N9ne]
    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

    [Verse 7: Busta Rhymes (New York)]
    See, now 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 is that I’ma be the most incredible dude
    To ever spit on the record and put it together, my dude (Worldwide Choppers)
    And then they ask “What in the world is you provin’
    When you were 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 I make no further mistake and
    Bustin’ everything up like a fuckin’ angry Jamaican
    And shuttin’ everything up, especially 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 them
    And then I’ll hit ’em again at a minimum
    Repeat it, comin’ to killin’ ’em
    Then he be gotta be drillin’ ’em
    Thinkin’, “They gotta be feelin’ him!”
    Spittin’ lithium, see the way a nigga be spillin’ ’em
    And gettin’ ’em stupid to the point where there’s no forgivin’ him
    Hopin’ you’re listenin’ and you’re payin’ attention
    And you’re witnessin’ the way that I be christenin’ in 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 black and, nigga, now I’m home!

    [Chorus: Tech N9ne]
    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

    [Verse 8: D-Loc (Kansas)]
    My fire annihilate make fighters retire instantly
    I’m choppin’ ’em: call me Michael Myers in my vicinity
    The way I be killin’ ’em with rhythm, it get illegitimate
    The Gilla will finish any in a predicament (Worldwide Choppers)
    Any enemies in the vicinity, I gotta mack up
    They know they never can get with me whenever they mention me
    The history of a lyrical criminal more deadly than chemicals
    Check my resume, they said the Gillgod’s biblical (Worldwide Choppers)

    [Verse 9: Twisted Insane (California)]
    I hit ’em with venom when I get up in ’em
    I bend ’em and send ’em and you can feel me
    Diggin’ up in your brain and bringin’ the pain
    They often wanna kill me
    Fillin’ ’em with that fury, get up and hurry
    You can feel the real me
    Comin’ up with that shit, I’m havin’ a fit
    And you will never peel me
    Off of you when I’m on top of you, I got the drop on you
    And poppin’ often, 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, name Insane
    I’m a worldwide (Chopper)


    Writer(s): Tech N9ne, Busta Rhymes, Ceza, D-Loc, JL B.Hood, Twista, Yelawolf, Twisted Insane


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