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N9na was released on April 19, 2019 by Strange Music, Inc as a part of the album N9na

Song Details

AlbumN9na

Release DateApril 19, 2019

LabelStrange Music, Inc

LanguageEnglish

Melodicness

Acousticness

Valence

Danceability

Energy

BPM83

OVERVIEW

LYRICS

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS

Tech N9ne

Performer

Ben Cybulsky

Guitar

Clint Ashlock

Trumpet

Crystal Watson

Vocals

Delynia Brown

Vocals

James Ward

Tuba

Jason Goudeau

Trombone

Kerry Rounds

Vocals

Spinstyles

Scratches

Steven Lambert

Tenor Saxophone

Trey Swager

Vocals

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

Aaron D. Yates

Songwriter

Michael Summers

Michael Summers

Songwriter

Steven Lambert

Brass Arranger

PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING

Michael Summers

Michael Summers

Producer

Ben Cybulsky

Mixing Engineer

Tom Baker

Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]

Ay, oh, welcome to the motherfucking show

[Verse 2]

I go by the name of

T-E-C-H-N-9-N-E

T-E-C-H-N-9-N-E

Yeah

T-E-C-H-N-9-N-E

T-E-C-H-N-9-N-E

For short, you can call me (N9na)

T-E-C-H-N-9-N-E

T-E-C-H-N-9-N-E

For short, you can call me (N9na)

T-E-C-H-N-9-N-E

T-E-C-H-N-9-N-E

Yeah

[Verse 3]

I been a killer in the game

When I first put the pen to the pad like your first day out

N9ne be a thriller with the thing

When I spurt, suck 'em in with the gab in the verse they shout out

Like when all the people at the church play crouch

When you're pornographic and the Kirk spray out

On a workday couch and divert they spouse at the house

My residue on her birthday blouse

[Verse 4]

What I hear out here is not stunnin'

Sound like y'all disregarded what Biggie and Pac brung in

But me, I been rippin' shows, havin' the thots summoned

When I took my dick out of the equation, yo, they stopped comin'

'Bout to flow tonight

Am I gotta be spittin' wickedness? Sure, you're right

Vulgar like Dolomite, not runnin' for the light

Poltergeist, roll the dice

You're gonna find I'm the business when I hold the mic

Know the fright, mission, out rap you chickens, Qdoba like

Viva la Tech, N9na the vet

Everyone knowin' that he so ballsy

Diva you get, eager to let

All of us hit because we so saucy

Deeper the press, the weaker you set

They cannot fathom how we so Maude Khalifa the best

Peak of the nest, that is the reason why people call me

[Verse 5]

T-E-C-H-N-9-N-E

T-E-C-H-N-9-N-E

Yeah

T-E-C-H-N-9-N-E

T-E-C-H-N-9-N-E

For short, you can call me (N9na)

T-E-C-H-N-9-N-E

T-E-C-H-N-9-N-E

For short, you can call me (N9na)

T-E-C-H-N-9-N-E

T-E-C-H-N-9-N-E

Yeah

[Verse 6]

Ain't no way you get around it

There's no takin' away my seat

I'm chosen, right hand on my crotch

It'll let you know ain't nothin' weak I'm holdin'

Snakes and the bats around my neck

They be like my flows, I keep 'em frozen

Choppin' away you wack ass rappers

N9na be leavin' 'em decomposin'

[Verse 7]

I can demolish y'all of 'em, that's my sales pitch

One monkey done stopped the show

I'm from the zoo, I can smell shit

They wanna get violent 'cause their ladies really want my male stick

But I never cooperate with a thot to mate so you fail, bitch

Superhero to boost the ego

I eat up any rapper like I do chorizo

I'm takin' what I got and give it to the Migos

To woo the people, get through to Ebro

Superpowers, I'm possessin' it

Tech is if nothin' written on my check is a deficit

Dumping diction down a dungeon's a definite

Rock the red on my red and I'm reppin' it

Got a problem with it, blood, there is the bait

We soldiers living in this country and well aware of your hate

This country from the jump ain't nothin' but terror mistake

So I think that hat would've been a good thing if it said

Make America Great, my name is

[Verse 8]

T-E-C-H-N-9-N-E

T-E-C-H-N-9-N-E

Yeah

T-E-C-H-N-9-N-E

T-E-C-H-N-9-N-E

For short, you can call me (N9na)

T-E-C-H-N-9-N-E

T-E-C-H-N-9-N-E

For short, you can call me (N9na)

T-E-C-H-N-9-N-E

T-E-C-H-N-9-N-E

Yeah

[Verse 9]

Yeah, N9na, you tell 'em you sell 'em

Real shit, ill spit, meal ticks, to deal with, let's go

Ay, oh, ay, oh, ay, oh, ay, oh

Welcome to the motherfuckin' show

Written by: Aaron D. Yates, Michael Summers

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