Sickology 101-Tech N9ne Collabos/Chino Xl/Crooked I

Hey, now everybody sit down and shut the f**k up! Class is now in session If you came here to hear that lovey dovey sh*t, get the f**k out! If you soft and scared of hardcore sh*t, get the f**k out! For those who love raw sh*t, welcome to Sickology 101 Your instructor for today is, Tech N9ne! [Tech N9ne] This is style I use pitch, to catch and seduce chicks To signal the true sick, mellow tone is what you spit Switching the pattern, bust out that quick midwest chatter Some people hate but it ain't mattering, but the people gather, it's flattering Switching the pitch, mixing, there's no need to be stiff in this b**ch Spitting full clips on a mission for bliss when I be ripping this sh*t 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 singing off-key is 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 motherf**kers in music, that's how we do it! [Chorus:] 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 (Crooked I) [Crooked I] My killer Daytons can keep me crushing the competition Coming correct when creating the crazy composition Cannibal character, Calico carrier, got a crooked copper missing 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 putting swag in my style (in my style) It's a 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 cross fire [Chorus] From our east coast instructor, Chino XL [Chino XL] Everybody start locking their windows and doors, Chino might get in It's like lightning, how I'm striking a trifling rifleman Bullets flying up and I'm numbing the bum, like it's Vicodin So much metal in his spine, he could get rich from the recycling! (yeah!) Chino be curdling 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! Starting 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 (damn) I'm demented, spitting writtens as sick as I can Grenade gripping, fitting to detonate Disneyland I am teaching Sickology, try to follow how every punch line hits Like Chris Brown's fist in the face of Rihanna [Chorus] Yes I got to be vicious, this is Sickology For those who don't know what the f**k's going on This is Sickology 101, you punk motherf**kers! Let's kill these niggas