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I'm not saying you're wrong, but can you offer some proof? I mean tech does have an actual profile on the real, http://therealtechn9ne.ning.com/profile/TechN9ne
Shadow's On the Road
(I'm pretty much just going to write it as I hear it, let me know any corrections, this is my first time doing lyrics so I'll probably need a few corrections haha)
I see shadows on the road again,
Wonder if they comin' for my soul,
I get trapped up in this mode I'm in,
Will I ever grow old?
Will I ever grow old?
I remember them high nights,
On X we find sights,
To climb heights, unheard to men we line white
Molly up and had to be nine flight,
Mix it with weed and wet it's kronkite,
That shit's beyond hype,
Sped us up and we be trippin seein' some shit
And it's fuckin up the buzz of me and the clique
So we hop up in the whip and flee with the quick
But the shadow makin us swerve and we on the strip
Did you see the shit?
(Yea I saw the shit)
Did ya'll see the shit?
(Yea we saw the shit)
All agree that a shadow was crossin the street and immediately vanished, we need to hit
I see shadows on the road again,
Wonder if they comin' for my soul,
I get trapped up in this mode I'm in,
Will I ever grow old?
And will I ever grow old?
Is it comin' for me because all the shit that I did in the past was bad to people,
Mad and evil, if you the AOD I'm sad to meet you,
Angel of Death, when I quit doin' X,
Because of seein you every night on the stretch,
So I been clean for 3, years and countin,
Still I'm seein' shadows will the scheme for me
To follow them into the pit of despair,
Punishment for what I did in this lair,
What if evil spirits live in the road,
To take the kindred spirits ?? souls
I don't know how the spirit thing goes
Really livin in my frontal lobe,
Will I be living life until I'm old
Or will I be taken by shadow's on the road?
I see shadows on the road again,
Wonder if they comin' for my soul,
I get trapped up in this mode I'm in,
Will I ever grow old?
Will I ever grow old?
Thanks INSBDominator
(I'm pretty much just going to write it as I hear it, let me know any corrections, this is my first time doing lyrics so I'll probably need a few corrections haha)
I see shadows on the road again,
Wonder if they comin' for my soul,
I get trapped up in this mode I'm in,
Will I ever grow old?
Will I ever grow old?
I remember them high nights,
On X we find sights,
To climb heights, unheard to men we line white
Molly up and had to be nine flight,
Mix it with weed and wet it's kronkite,
That shit's beyond hype,
Sped us up and we be trippin seein' some shit
And it's fuckin up the buzz of me and the clique
So we hop up in the whip and flee with the quick
But the shadow makin us swerve and we on the strip
Did you see the shit?
(Yea I saw the shit)
Did ya'll see the shit?
(Yea we saw the shit)
All agree that a shadow was crossin the street and immediately vanished, we need to hit
I see shadows on the road again,
Wonder if they comin' for my soul,
I get trapped up in this mode I'm in,
Will I ever grow old?
And will I ever grow old?
Is it comin' for me because all the shit that I did in the past was bad to people,
Mad and evil, if you the AOD I'm sad to meet you,
Angel of Death, when I quit doin' X,
Because of seein you every night on the stretch,
So I been clean for 3, years and countin,
Still I'm seein' shadows will the scheme for me
To follow them into the pit of despair,
Punishment for what I did in this lair,
What if evil spirits live in the road,
To take the kindred spirits ?? souls
I don't know how the spirit thing goes
Really livin in my frontal lobe,
Will I be living life until I'm old
Or will I be taken by shadow's on the road?
I see shadows on the road again,
Wonder if they comin' for my soul,
I get trapped up in this mode I'm in,
Will I ever grow old?
Will I ever grow old?
Thanks INSBDominator
Horns
Verse 1 - Tech N9ne-
I'm a nice guy
My lifes a light sky
So Much love I might cry
Not! Nice Try
I'm an evil seed and the day I sleep and the night fly
G.A.Z.E. in my E.Y.E'Z and you might die
I'm a horn dog, gotta lotta of the porn yall
Warned yall, I was straight born raw like Ornthall
But I'm way worse because he was cornball
I remember keepin him in my dungeon with a leather suit
and a orange ball in his mouth
I had some foreign bra's in his house
How did they get twisted and torn claws when in bout
Nine inches then I stuffed dorn draws in his couch
for now I let em suffer in the morn. all then its ouch
I have a devils haircut in my mind
That's why I be suckin blood and bustin' nuts in my rhymes, Im horny
so dont ignore me if your semi-fine
me and gordy, prozak love orgies and we in our prime and we
Chours
Can't hide the (horns)
and I must hide the (horns)
I live with the (horns)
so I die with the (horns)
if you fuck with the (horns)
Then you get the (horns)
so if you want the (horns)
then I'll give you the (horns)
Can't hide the (horns)
and I must hide the (horns)
I live with the (horns)
so I die with the (horns)
if you fuck with the (horns)
Then you get the (horns)
so if you want the (horns)
then I'll give you the (horns)
Verse 2 - Prozak-
Skitzophranic thoughts spin around my mind sorta like rotisserie
Spittin this wicked minestry to the beat of this rebeck's symphony, with a sin for me
Seperated by 6 degrees of greed for centuries
and hatred engulfs my sensories like hallow screams from penitentiaries
this perpetuus cycle of depression intention remains bottomless
even my psychologist said suicide may be the only option out of this
And while the name prozak and insane seem to sustain synonyms
one half of me wants to engage in the fame while the other half subsides annonamously
A vigilanty that sends deadly packages through the mail
Confusing law enforcement agencies cause I write death threats in brail
With somewhat of a God complex sending the Arabs to the depths of hell
I warned you, you were for warned, now witness like horns unvieled
Im takin you on a hell ride so grab those saftey belts and fasten em
Through the screams of tortured souls and eternal flames crackilin
refusin to reap what you sow and wanna stop this all from happenin
This madness will continue until all of strange' goes platinum
Chours
Can't hide the (horns)
and I must hide the (horns)
I live with the (horns)
so I die with the (horns)
if you fuck with the (horns)
Then you get the (horns)
so if you want the (horns)
then I'll give you the (horns)
Can't hide the (horns)
and I must hide the (horns)
I live with the (horns)
so I die with the (horns)
if you fuck with the (horns)
Then you get the (horns)
so if you want the (horns)
then I'll give you the (horns)
Verse 3 - King Gordy-
I'm in the Desert sands of Bethlehem
Trying to get Jesus to get Mary in the manger,
And molest a lamb!
Don't jerk yourself off Jesus, use someone elses hands,
So where's those damn disciples,
He'd like to have some sex again!
I guess Young Peter's receiving,
Cuz Jesus fucked his ass.
Christ is an effin' fag,
He likes to dress in drag.
But hey I guess his Dad is just as mad,
God woulda never had a sissy for a son,
Bet he's regrettin' that!
But yet we still ain't accept the fact,
That he's fuckin' his mother,
And at the Last Supper, he confesses that.
He's an undercover, Male-Lover,
And oh yeah, Heaven's wack!
He don't want the Light,
Now I got Christ wearin' black!
See, I'm the Devil on his shoulder,
Yeah I'm that scary fat demon,
That'll turn all you hethens into scaredy cats.
King Gordy, the ANTI-Christ, God Killer (no you)
Before and AFTER Christ, I'm called a Sinner,
Muthafucker!
I'll work on Gordy in a minute unless someone wants to do it.
Verse 1 - Tech N9ne-
I'm a nice guy
My lifes a light sky
So Much love I might cry
Not! Nice Try
I'm an evil seed and the day I sleep and the night fly
G.A.Z.E. in my E.Y.E'Z and you might die
I'm a horn dog, gotta lotta of the porn yall
Warned yall, I was straight born raw like Ornthall
But I'm way worse because he was cornball
I remember keepin him in my dungeon with a leather suit
and a orange ball in his mouth
I had some foreign bra's in his house
How did they get twisted and torn claws when in bout
Nine inches then I stuffed dorn draws in his couch
for now I let em suffer in the morn. all then its ouch
I have a devils haircut in my mind
That's why I be suckin blood and bustin' nuts in my rhymes, Im horny
so dont ignore me if your semi-fine
me and gordy, prozak love orgies and we in our prime and we
Chours
Can't hide the (horns)
and I must hide the (horns)
I live with the (horns)
so I die with the (horns)
if you fuck with the (horns)
Then you get the (horns)
so if you want the (horns)
then I'll give you the (horns)
Can't hide the (horns)
and I must hide the (horns)
I live with the (horns)
so I die with the (horns)
if you fuck with the (horns)
Then you get the (horns)
so if you want the (horns)
then I'll give you the (horns)
Verse 2 - Prozak-
Skitzophranic thoughts spin around my mind sorta like rotisserie
Spittin this wicked minestry to the beat of this rebeck's symphony, with a sin for me
Seperated by 6 degrees of greed for centuries
and hatred engulfs my sensories like hallow screams from penitentiaries
this perpetuus cycle of depression intention remains bottomless
even my psychologist said suicide may be the only option out of this
And while the name prozak and insane seem to sustain synonyms
one half of me wants to engage in the fame while the other half subsides annonamously
A vigilanty that sends deadly packages through the mail
Confusing law enforcement agencies cause I write death threats in brail
With somewhat of a God complex sending the Arabs to the depths of hell
I warned you, you were for warned, now witness like horns unvieled
Im takin you on a hell ride so grab those saftey belts and fasten em
Through the screams of tortured souls and eternal flames crackilin
refusin to reap what you sow and wanna stop this all from happenin
This madness will continue until all of strange' goes platinum
Chours
Can't hide the (horns)
and I must hide the (horns)
I live with the (horns)
so I die with the (horns)
if you fuck with the (horns)
Then you get the (horns)
so if you want the (horns)
then I'll give you the (horns)
Can't hide the (horns)
and I must hide the (horns)
I live with the (horns)
so I die with the (horns)
if you fuck with the (horns)
Then you get the (horns)
so if you want the (horns)
then I'll give you the (horns)
Verse 3 - King Gordy-
I'm in the Desert sands of Bethlehem
Trying to get Jesus to get Mary in the manger,
And molest a lamb!
Don't jerk yourself off Jesus, use someone elses hands,
So where's those damn disciples,
He'd like to have some sex again!
I guess Young Peter's receiving,
Cuz Jesus fucked his ass.
Christ is an effin' fag,
He likes to dress in drag.
But hey I guess his Dad is just as mad,
God woulda never had a sissy for a son,
Bet he's regrettin' that!
But yet we still ain't accept the fact,
That he's fuckin' his mother,
And at the Last Supper, he confesses that.
He's an undercover, Male-Lover,
And oh yeah, Heaven's wack!
He don't want the Light,
Now I got Christ wearin' black!
See, I'm the Devil on his shoulder,
Yeah I'm that scary fat demon,
That'll turn all you hethens into scaredy cats.
King Gordy, the ANTI-Christ, God Killer (no you)
Before and AFTER Christ, I'm called a Sinner,
Muthafucker!
I'll work on Gordy in a minute unless someone wants to do it.
Verse 2 - Prozak-
Skitzophranic thoughts spin around my mind sorta like rotisserie
Spittin this wicked minestry to the beat of this rebeck's symphony, with a sin for me??
Seperated by 6 degrees of greed for centuries
and hatred engulfs my sensories like Hallow? screams from penitentiaries
this perpetuus cycle of depression intention remains bottomless
even my psychologist said suicide may be the only option out of this
And while the name prozak and insane seem to sustain synonyms
one half of me wants to engage in the fame while the other half subsides annonamously
A vigilanty that sends deadly packages through the mail
Confusing law enforcement agencies cause I write death threats in brail
With somewhat of a God complex sending the Arabs?? to the depths of hell
I warned you, you were for warned, now witness like horns unvieled
Im takin you on a hell ride so grab those saftey belts and fasten em
Through the screams of tortured souls and eternal flames crackilin
refusin to reap what you sow and wanna stop this all from happenin
This madness will continue until all of strange' goes platinum
-gordy-
I'm in the deceit lands of Bethleham
Tryin' to get Jesus to bang Mary in the manger and molest a lamb
Don't jack yourself off Jesus, use someone else's hands
And where's them damn Disciples? He'd like to have some sex again
I guess young Peter's receiving cause Jesus felt his ass
Christ is an f-n fag, He likes to dress in drag
But hey, I guess His dad is just as mad
God woulda never had a sissy for a son, bet He's regrettin' that
But yet, we still ain't accept the fact
That He's fuckin' His mother, and at the Last Supper He confesses that
He's an undercover man lover and oh yeah, Heaven's whack
He don't want the light, now I got Christ wearin' black
See, I'm that devil on His shoulder, yeah I'm that scary fat
Demon that'll turn all of you heathens into scaredy cats
King Gordy, the Anti-Christ, God killer
I am before and after Christ, I'm called the Sinner motherfucker
Skitzophranic thoughts spin around my mind sorta like rotisserie
Spittin this wicked minestry to the beat of this rebeck's symphony, with a sin for me??
Seperated by 6 degrees of greed for centuries
and hatred engulfs my sensories like Hallow? screams from penitentiaries
this perpetuus cycle of depression intention remains bottomless
even my psychologist said suicide may be the only option out of this
And while the name prozak and insane seem to sustain synonyms
one half of me wants to engage in the fame while the other half subsides annonamously
A vigilanty that sends deadly packages through the mail
Confusing law enforcement agencies cause I write death threats in brail
With somewhat of a God complex sending the Arabs?? to the depths of hell
I warned you, you were for warned, now witness like horns unvieled
Im takin you on a hell ride so grab those saftey belts and fasten em
Through the screams of tortured souls and eternal flames crackilin
refusin to reap what you sow and wanna stop this all from happenin
This madness will continue until all of strange' goes platinum
-gordy-
I'm in the deceit lands of Bethleham
Tryin' to get Jesus to bang Mary in the manger and molest a lamb
Don't jack yourself off Jesus, use someone else's hands
And where's them damn Disciples? He'd like to have some sex again
I guess young Peter's receiving cause Jesus felt his ass
Christ is an f-n fag, He likes to dress in drag
But hey, I guess His dad is just as mad
God woulda never had a sissy for a son, bet He's regrettin' that
But yet, we still ain't accept the fact
That He's fuckin' His mother, and at the Last Supper He confesses that
He's an undercover man lover and oh yeah, Heaven's whack
He don't want the light, now I got Christ wearin' black
See, I'm that devil on His shoulder, yeah I'm that scary fat
Demon that'll turn all of you heathens into scaredy cats
King Gordy, the Anti-Christ, God killer
I am before and after Christ, I'm called the Sinner motherfucker
I'm in the Desert sands of Bethlehem
Trying to get Jesus to get Mary in the manger,
And molest a lamb!
Don't jerk yourself off Jesus, use someone elses hands,
So where's those damn disciples,
He'd like to have some sex again!
I guess Young Peter's receiving,
Cuz Jesus fucked his ass.
Christ is an effin' fag,
He likes to dress in drag.
But hey I guess his Dad is just as mad,
God woulda never had a sissy for a son,
Bet he's regrettin' that!
But yet we still ain't accept the fact,
That he's fuckin' his mother,
And at the Last Supper, he confesses that.
He's an undercover, Male-Lover,
And oh yeah, Heaven's wack!
He don't want the Light,
Now I got Christ wearin' black!
See, I'm the Devil on his shoulder,
Yeah I'm that scary fat demon,
That'll turn all you hethens into scaredy cats.
King Gordy, the ANTI-Christ, God Killer (no you)
Before and AFTER Christ, I'm called a Sinner,
Muthafucker!
Trying to get Jesus to get Mary in the manger,
And molest a lamb!
Don't jerk yourself off Jesus, use someone elses hands,
So where's those damn disciples,
He'd like to have some sex again!
I guess Young Peter's receiving,
Cuz Jesus fucked his ass.
Christ is an effin' fag,
He likes to dress in drag.
But hey I guess his Dad is just as mad,
God woulda never had a sissy for a son,
Bet he's regrettin' that!
But yet we still ain't accept the fact,
That he's fuckin' his mother,
And at the Last Supper, he confesses that.
He's an undercover, Male-Lover,
And oh yeah, Heaven's wack!
He don't want the Light,
Now I got Christ wearin' black!
See, I'm the Devil on his shoulder,
Yeah I'm that scary fat demon,
That'll turn all you hethens into scaredy cats.
King Gordy, the ANTI-Christ, God Killer (no you)
Before and AFTER Christ, I'm called a Sinner,
Muthafucker!
K.O.D.
[Verse 1]
Wanna live in my world you have to have a Tech tat
Preferably the number nine and you gotta get it where the back of yo neck's at
Gotta let me know that you rep that, plus get you out of a death trap
You need it for livin cause I'm the king and I'm givin you the permission to get with a no stress pack
That was ordos at chlorum cause the old world orders post mortem disfailure inhaling cell and delta
Watched it swell and swelter, till there was no male in shelter,
Yes I'm the one that provided ya shell in hell and held ya
When your politicians were welters, so I built this structure just to help ya
So the communists can come and quell ya, they call me the King of Darkness, when I offer you no pain
Why would they label me heartless, when your love is my cocaine
And your soul is my rogaine, I have a thirst to know your brain
When you enter my domain gotta take this number for your name
But you don't have to drink cyanide, I'm gonna be right by ya side
If we gotta take that riot ride, on the enemy and defy your side
Fight for the place we're building, for the reproduction of more children
Tryin to get that number back around 6 billion, I'm gonna rule until then
Founded this colony like a pilgrim, anybody try to penetrate this section or threaten we KILL THEM.
[Chorus] (Mackenzie O'Guin)
What if?
K. O. D. O. K. O. D. O.
What if, he is, what he says he is?
The King Of Darkness!
K. O. D. O. K. O. D. O.
(repeat)
[Verse 2]
????????????????????????????????
Yeth higgin, this women need to be livin by it
Stay fit n way driven paste it and dye it
I am the king killa captain crazed friggin pilot
Givin you these khaki pants and white shirt, that's what you wear on my Earth
Eliminating your eye thirst to have any kind of desires
To envy material or admire, my way will extract any type of divider
I'm offering this wider, understanding of life entire ... ly blissfully 'vading friction and fire, cha.
The number N9ne will get you food, even get you tools
To build anything your family choose, but within my rules
All white shoes with red strings for all my crews
That lets me know you Tech's people listening inside my pews
All your dreams and aspirations,
This is the affirmation that you can reach em and my world is not a disaster waitin
The ruses and lacerations no chooses of aggravation
I'm just tryin to rehab a nation from exasperation
It's not an exaggeration, I'm somethin more than your blood and gore
On a level higher than devils or that of Satan.
[Chorus]
What if?
K. O. D. O. K. O. D. O.
What if, he is, what he says he is?
The King Of Darkness!
K. O. D. O. K. O. D. O.
(repeat)
[Verse 3]
When I did Anghellic I was good and bad, straight confused
Then an angel turned to Devil Boy when the Reparation blew
Them demons had Absolute Power when I drug abused
So the angels searched through the Vintage Tech what they found was the love was through
Then an accident would happen that made life look neccessary
So now receiving God, the angel was Everready
But the Melancholy strikes, the eleven angels mommy's life
So the Mizery sat in the angels now becoming ice
As mom got ill and iller, when it hurts her he can feel her
To the strain of the pain made of bane there's no more angels straight up KILLER!
My apologies, it's not very God of me, to go crazy and try to teach the whole world Sickology
I was then split in two, back to the beginning view
Angel demon ccause the killer showed me death was overdue
But I gotta live for my kids, all the evil stuff I did
Taught me to teach you you can love them no matter how much sluts you did
Or done, you met my demon back when I had that grudge
But I gotta let you know most of my spirit comes from up above
I'm mostly angel, and you know sometimes we fall
Livin under God and I hope he's listenin when I say I love you all!
[Outro]
[Verse 1]
Wanna live in my world you have to have a Tech tat
Preferably the number nine and you gotta get it where the back of yo neck's at
Gotta let me know that you rep that, plus get you out of a death trap
You need it for livin cause I'm the king and I'm givin you the permission to get with a no stress pack
That was ordos at chlorum cause the old world orders post mortem disfailure inhaling cell and delta
Watched it swell and swelter, till there was no male in shelter,
Yes I'm the one that provided ya shell in hell and held ya
When your politicians were welters, so I built this structure just to help ya
So the communists can come and quell ya, they call me the King of Darkness, when I offer you no pain
Why would they label me heartless, when your love is my cocaine
And your soul is my rogaine, I have a thirst to know your brain
When you enter my domain gotta take this number for your name
But you don't have to drink cyanide, I'm gonna be right by ya side
If we gotta take that riot ride, on the enemy and defy your side
Fight for the place we're building, for the reproduction of more children
Tryin to get that number back around 6 billion, I'm gonna rule until then
Founded this colony like a pilgrim, anybody try to penetrate this section or threaten we KILL THEM.
[Chorus] (Mackenzie O'Guin)
What if?
K. O. D. O. K. O. D. O.
What if, he is, what he says he is?
The King Of Darkness!
K. O. D. O. K. O. D. O.
(repeat)
[Verse 2]
????????????????????????????????
Yeth higgin, this women need to be livin by it
Stay fit n way driven paste it and dye it
I am the king killa captain crazed friggin pilot
Givin you these khaki pants and white shirt, that's what you wear on my Earth
Eliminating your eye thirst to have any kind of desires
To envy material or admire, my way will extract any type of divider
I'm offering this wider, understanding of life entire ... ly blissfully 'vading friction and fire, cha.
The number N9ne will get you food, even get you tools
To build anything your family choose, but within my rules
All white shoes with red strings for all my crews
That lets me know you Tech's people listening inside my pews
All your dreams and aspirations,
This is the affirmation that you can reach em and my world is not a disaster waitin
The ruses and lacerations no chooses of aggravation
I'm just tryin to rehab a nation from exasperation
It's not an exaggeration, I'm somethin more than your blood and gore
On a level higher than devils or that of Satan.
[Chorus]
What if?
K. O. D. O. K. O. D. O.
What if, he is, what he says he is?
The King Of Darkness!
K. O. D. O. K. O. D. O.
(repeat)
[Verse 3]
When I did Anghellic I was good and bad, straight confused
Then an angel turned to Devil Boy when the Reparation blew
Them demons had Absolute Power when I drug abused
So the angels searched through the Vintage Tech what they found was the love was through
Then an accident would happen that made life look neccessary
So now receiving God, the angel was Everready
But the Melancholy strikes, the eleven angels mommy's life
So the Mizery sat in the angels now becoming ice
As mom got ill and iller, when it hurts her he can feel her
To the strain of the pain made of bane there's no more angels straight up KILLER!
My apologies, it's not very God of me, to go crazy and try to teach the whole world Sickology
I was then split in two, back to the beginning view
Angel demon ccause the killer showed me death was overdue
But I gotta live for my kids, all the evil stuff I did
Taught me to teach you you can love them no matter how much sluts you did
Or done, you met my demon back when I had that grudge
But I gotta let you know most of my spirit comes from up above
I'm mostly angel, and you know sometimes we fall
Livin under God and I hope he's listenin when I say I love you all!
[Outro]