sickology 101
Hey, now everybody sit down and shut the fuck up!
Class is now in session
If you came here to hear that lovey dovey shit - get the fuck out!
If you soft and scared of hardcore shit - get the fuck out!
For those who love raw shit - welcome to Sickology 101
Your instructor for today is: Tech N9ne!
This is style, I use pitch to catch and seduce chicks
To signal the true sick, monotone is what you spit
Switchin' the pattern, bust out that quick Middlewest chatterin'
Some people hate but it ain't matterin'
But the people gather, it's flatterin'
Switchin' the pitch, mixin', there's no need to be stiff in this bitch
Spittin' full clips on a mission for bliss when I be rippin' this shit
Make it exciting, got to be inviting when you're writing your piece
Never be dick riding, if you're going to be biting, you're igniting the beast
This is melodic, melodies if you got it
Mix it hot as tamales, you singin' off-key, it's garbage
If you can't keep an octave in a pocket, you need to stop it
Have confidence, speak with conviction
Don't put 'em asleep when you rock it
This is harmony, Nina's taking you through it
Make it buttery, utterly beautiful, make it fluid
Sickology 101 is in session, I thought you knew it
We murderin' motherfuckers in music, that's how we do it!
(Get) on your feet, (up) out your seat
(Get) on your feet, (up) out your seat
(Get) on your feet, (up) out your seat
Such an oddity with it, this is Sickology
(Get) on your feet, (up) out your seat
(Get) on your feet, (up) out your seat
(Get) on your feet, (up) out your seat
From our West Coast instructor: Crooked I
My killer cadence can keep me crushin' the competition
Comin' correct when creatin' the crazy composition
Cannibal character, Calico carrier, got a crooked copper missin''
Cali killers on candid cock emissions
That was constant consonant wordplay
Wordplay rhymes with Thursday and thirsty - if I'm thirst-ay!
I change the pronunciation of words per se
The English language got to do whatever my verse say
So if you want to learn to rap, this is how (this is how)
Right now I'm puttin' swag in my style (in my style)
It's an emphasis on the simplest sentences
Then I give 'em charisma with a laugh and a smile (and a smile)
If you want your verses to cost higher
Then your similes got to be hot as a live wire
You need some better metaphors
For example, this song is a war zone and you listeners in the crossfire
(Get) on your feet, (up) out your seat
(Get) on your feet, (up) out your seat
(Get) on your feet, (up) out your seat
Such an oddity with it, this is Sickology
(Get) on your feet, (up) out your seat
(Get) on your feet, (up) out your seat
(Get) on your feet, (up) out your seat
From our East Coast instructor: Chino XL
Everybody start lockin' their windows and doors
Chino might get in
It's like lightning and how I'm strikin' a triflin' rifleman
Bullets flyin' up and I'm numbin' the bum like it's Vicodin
So much metal in his spine, he could get rich from the recycling
Chino be curdlin' blood, don't get burned from the buzz
I speak with conviction like what Da Brat just heard from the judge
Bludgeon no love, industry hate me yo
I'd rather hear Hannah Montana than half of you rappers on the radio!
Startin' drama with Chino, God forbid
Auction my lyrics on eBay, that's God for bid
Problem is lyric Jesus is more than a man
With a sick delivery like I drive a coroner van
I'm demented, spittin' writtens as sick as I can
Grenade grippin' and fittin' to detonate Disneyland
I am teachin' Sickology, try to follow how every punch line hits
Like Chris Brown's fist in the face of Rihanna
(Get) on your feet, (up) out your seat
(Get) on your feet, (up) out your seat
(Get) on your feet, (up) out your seat
Such an oddity with it, this is Sickology
(Get) on your feet, (up) out your seat
(Get) on your feet, (up) out your seat
(Get) on your feet, (up) out your seat
Yes, I got to be vicious, this is Sickology
For those who don't know what the fuck's goin' on
This is Sickology 101, you punk motherfuckers!
Hahaha, let's kill these niggas