[Intro]
We scoured the globe on a quest to find the most elite
Most intricate tongues of all time
California, New York, Denmark, Australia
Then a cold wind from the Midwest brought the hardest
Fastest, most accurate tongues ever heard in our lifetime
These are the Midwest Choppers
[Verse 1: K-Dean]
I got a message for any one of you muthaf**in' n***as
That wanna talk about the Mid-Midwest
We dangerous, aim to bust any little n***a with a big-big chest
Anybody that wanna be comin' thinkin' they hotter
I'm a type of n***a that'll really k** ya for dollas
f** everybody that want a piece of a k**a
For real, me and my n***as will leave you floatin' in a river
So f** all you haters, you hear what I said
My flow a little bit over your head
Act like a pencil, I'll fill you with lead
If you afraid, then tell me you scared
Cause I'mma little bit out of my muthaf**in' mind
The hardest rapper that Tecca N9na could f**in' find
Who that? Who that? That's me
Who that? Who that? K-Dean
When I was comin' up in the game everybody was tellin' me
'I really be k**in' a lot of you n***as, I'm mean
f**in' with my n***as D-Loc and Dalima
They told me, I be really gotta be a murderer k**in' machine
I didn't care about nothing but workin' my way to the top
f**in' with my n***a Tech, cause I'm really hot
Anybody got a problem with any one of my n***as
I'll pulled out the nine mil up into a pop
Bring the heat, bring the noise, bring the flames
Anything that you bring, I'mma tame
Puttin' dirt on the top of my name
Pull back and I click-click, bang
Ask Tech, he'll tell you I'm strange
If you ever wanna talk about me
I'mma run up, gun up and leave you with no brain
Then you'll know my flow is insane
[Hook]
I be on the West Coast, I be on the East Coast
I be North, South, but I reside on my side, Midwest Chopper
Even though I'm all up in the Northwest
All across the U.S
Overseas... Midwest Choppers
Ay-Oh-Ay-Oh-Ay-Oh-Ay-Oh (You can't touch us)
Ay-Oh-Ay-Oh-Ay-Oh-Ay-Oh (Yeah, Midwest Choppers)
Ay-Oh-Ay-Oh-Ay-Oh-Ay-Oh (You can't touch us)
Ay-Oh-Ay-Oh-Ay-Oh-Ay-Oh (n***a, Midwest)
[Verse 2: Twista]
Can you deal with the torture from the demonic side of a hustla
I'mma cut yo head halfway off so you can suffer
Speed so deadly, God won't accept me
So this time around I asked the devil to help me
Spit it so murderous cuz I gotta get em I gotta get with em
And if I commit em then that'd be ugly
I'm rippin your body I k** em like a villain
I'm ready and I'm willin to see a ma**acre that'd be lovely
Never can records pretect us from the k to keep it hot
Cuz Twista be from the place where they be goin hbbbb
Tell em T'll k** em with the rhythm on the block
Cuz they steady be rippin it like when the automatic goin bbbbbb
How could you ever be thinkin you could take it
When they kick it whatever music and moves we makin it murderous
You heard us on a demonic melody that'd be ready
And prepare to be scared of me fillin his body with nervousness
When I be spittin it be like a lethal weapon
You gotta respect it when we be makin everybody give it up
Indevidually demolish n deminish the competition
When I'm on a mission I gotta hit em up
I can f** up anybody in the middle of the ring
If they got a homie then I'mma go and get a tech
We can k** the drama with a badda boom badda bing
The tag team murder know when to make a threat
And who the other n***a flowin off the hizzy makin em dizzy
Well it'd be bizzy where is he comin from
C L E V E L A N D ain't no playin me when it come to knowin where we k**in
Now where we comin from
[Hook]
[Verse 3: Krayzie Bone]
Come, come get some of this
Midwest murda music, murda music, murda music
Come, come get some of this
Midwest murda music, murda music, murda music
Let me hit 'em
When I get 'em, I'mma split 'em, I'mma k** 'em
I'm the n***a with the lyrical venom finna get up in them
When they give me the instrumental
I finish 'em, diminish 'em
I guarantee the murda is a minimum
But lately I been givin' 'em hell
They don't really wanna see me, I'm servin' 'em swell
Call me a monster, verse designer, first to bomb ya
Leatherface pullin' up in that hearse beside ya
Murda, mo murda, mo murda, mo murdered 'em all, k** 'em all
Krayzie k** 'em all, they fall
It's a lyrical execution
We snap faster, we the rap masters
Squeeze the gat, blast it, if that's how it got's to be
So they better get it ready cause I'm heated
Like an AK-47 spittin' bullet f**in' lyrics out of me
Well that's somethin, that's crazy Jackson
He amazing action, stay in action
Rap singin' at ya, I'm blazin' at ya
I'm kinda like an automatic aimin' at ya
And I don't want a little bit of flame to ashes
You know you really truly insane to madness
You're never gonna find other n***as more scandalous
Than this Midwest blastin, fam'ly
[Hook]
[Verse 4: Tech N9ne]
I am the definition of murda
The N9ne is now coming to serve ya
You're running but you can't go no furtha
Cause I'm running through you with no sign of inertia
Gimme the mic and I bet that you duck
It's what you betta do when I'm bussin
I be flippin, I'm incredible, Never get on my level
I'm a k**a with the pedal to the medal
You're edible and ya d**h is so inevitable
I can take it to ya momma, Ya daddy, in the back of a caddy
You cut up in the sack with a baggy and I wanna...
Take it out and make it patty
You gotta be patty
Cause that'll be bad if you decide to mad, Is you gonna?
You can listen to me and see I'm the n***a with the ammunition
I'm givin the livin a vision of d**h
Makin 'em sick and depressed
Cause I be givin everything
I'm a rebel and I'm still with the quick and the best
Makin 'em walk in the business
I get up in it to rip and diminish ya
Trip and I finish ya
Dig it, You really get me livid, I'm bout give it a pivot
I'mma stick it so we can differ to sinister
I be the chopper that got ya little boppers goin off us
Better not let me up on the premises
Cause I'm a doctor that's out for the shotaz when I brought ya
Be cautious never talk of this nemesis
We on top of the hill when it come to the sk**
Other rappers are damn jokers
They be givin the people comedy
But the Tecca N9na misery sh** is Bram Stoker
[Hook]