Tech N9ne, Marcus Yates, Krizz Kaliko, Black Vain - No More Music By The Suckas lyrics
Tech N9ne [Aaron Dontez Yates] Kansas City, Missouri, U.S. 🇺🇸
Krizz Kaliko [Kansas City, Missouri, U.S.] 🇺🇸
[Tech N9ne, Marcus Yates, Krizz Kaliko, Black Vain - No More Music By The Suckas lyrics]
Yeah, we guarantee you!
No more music by the suckas!
I ain't gon' to spit first
I'ma let my brother BV rip your ass
Young intelligent brotha gangstas demeanor
The game done changed dog and tell
Me have you seen her
I'm used to brothas gettin' fluent
With the pen and pad
Not niggas talkin' 'bout what they
Shoulda coulda or woulda had
So homie watch my flow and yea I dabble in it
I'm puttin' words all together
Like I'ma scrabble winna
These suckas dead on the
Track yea they cadavas
Nigga abracadabra now these wack
Cats are no contender
These wack cats in the game
Sweet I call 'em splenda
I'm the realest nigga you ever know
No pretender
So if you ask me the game need a renovation
So we ain't gotta hear they
Wack lines on every station
Yo they be like who that is
It's BV the god rippin' on that Whoo Kid shit
I'ma new breed of emcee on a M-IC on
Stand by the resurrected game from D-IE
So if you answer back homie
Yo just think twice
'Cause fuckin with the guys like
Blasphemy just no christ
But, if y'all do decide to step up
Yo homie bring your A game
Spittin' lyrical zombies rhymes eatin'
Through they brains
No more music by the suckas (Yea Yea Yea)
If you want it, got it for ya (Yea Yea Yea)
No I don't wanna be the one to tell ya
(tell ya)
If you ain't one of us, it's a failure
(failure) no more music by the suckas
Ay good morning and good night
We lickin' 'em up and puttin'
'em back to sleep
'Cause they been actin' like they got
Sleep apnea up on they beats
But it ain't their fault
Sure I didn't have ain't come quick enough
And in order for hop to be hip enough is gon'
Take these three niggas to come
And lift it up, easy
Without a damn bone without a dance song
I know you can't trust me
White man but believe me
Slave ship comin' I think I'ma hide
You can save them slave
Deals for them Amistads
I'm hungry like twenty nine ramadan
Ain't nothin' like being with
Family in a rhyme-a-thon
Lookin' at the time it says mine oh nine
Which means I'm comin to
Invade you like Columbine
Hi, hello, didddat, exit
Couple more thidddats because the
Stanky leg was flexin'
My words my words I know they quite vexin'
But, I know they more annoyin'
Than freestylin' while textin'
Geez, Capiche, but before you capiche
At ease
And plant your allegiance to the double 0
You wanna get up on this
Track nigga double no (rookie)
No more music by the suckas (Yea Yea Yea)
If you want it, got it for ya (Yea Yea Yea)
No I don't wanna be the one to tell ya
(tell ya)
If you ain't one of us, it's a failure
(failure) no more music by the suckas
Motherfuck the PD
Smile at me when they see me
But they won't play my CD's even though
They know it sold a milli
Really 'cause they greedy feeding shit
On radio and TV
See, I'm surprised there never been
A kill PD spree
N9ne's trippin' yes I'm bitchin' when they
Act like I ain't rippin'
Rhyme spittin' in line stickin'
Like I designed diction
And this is my mission when
I'm in they eyes vision
Minds quickenin' entire ripsman of this
On the grind strippin'
The crime thickens when record
Executives sign fiction
Align this with his and his
Fizzles and mind sickens
Rewind this and give it
To whomeva's behind listenin'
And try and fix 'em meticulousness
With this N9ne grippin'
No more music by the suckas
Word from Chuck D
BDS will see me yet rotation will bust free
From media to 'mediately dissin' like fuck me
But when Weezy get with speedy Tech
The N9na's a must see
Thanks, Weezy it ain't easy to slang
CD's and make a bank
When blank PD's spin it but it ain't meaty
And the DJ's they be
Puppets for the mothafuckas
I'm sure they had it nothin' like us
They want no more music by the suckas
No more music by the suckas (Yea Yea Yea)
If you want it, got it for ya (Yea Yea Yea)
No I don't wanna be the one to tell ya
(tell ya)
If you ain't one of us, it's a failure
(failure) no more music by the suckas
No more music by the suckas!
I ain't gon' to spit first
I'ma let my brother BV rip your ass
Young intelligent brotha gangstas demeanor
The game done changed dog and tell
Me have you seen her
I'm used to brothas gettin' fluent
With the pen and pad
Not niggas talkin' 'bout what they
Shoulda coulda or woulda had
So homie watch my flow and yea I dabble in it
I'm puttin' words all together
Like I'ma scrabble winna
These suckas dead on the
Track yea they cadavas
Nigga abracadabra now these wack
Cats are no contender
These wack cats in the game
Sweet I call 'em splenda
I'm the realest nigga you ever know
No pretender
So if you ask me the game need a renovation
So we ain't gotta hear they
Wack lines on every station
Yo they be like who that is
It's BV the god rippin' on that Whoo Kid shit
I'ma new breed of emcee on a M-IC on
Stand by the resurrected game from D-IE
So if you answer back homie
Yo just think twice
'Cause fuckin with the guys like
Blasphemy just no christ
But, if y'all do decide to step up
Yo homie bring your A game
Spittin' lyrical zombies rhymes eatin'
Through they brains
No more music by the suckas (Yea Yea Yea)
If you want it, got it for ya (Yea Yea Yea)
No I don't wanna be the one to tell ya
(tell ya)
If you ain't one of us, it's a failure
(failure) no more music by the suckas
Ay good morning and good night
We lickin' 'em up and puttin'
'em back to sleep
'Cause they been actin' like they got
Sleep apnea up on they beats
But it ain't their fault
Sure I didn't have ain't come quick enough
And in order for hop to be hip enough is gon'
Take these three niggas to come
And lift it up, easy
Without a damn bone without a dance song
I know you can't trust me
White man but believe me
Slave ship comin' I think I'ma hide
You can save them slave
Deals for them Amistads
I'm hungry like twenty nine ramadan
Ain't nothin' like being with
Family in a rhyme-a-thon
Lookin' at the time it says mine oh nine
Which means I'm comin to
Invade you like Columbine
Hi, hello, didddat, exit
Couple more thidddats because the
Stanky leg was flexin'
My words my words I know they quite vexin'
But, I know they more annoyin'
Than freestylin' while textin'
Geez, Capiche, but before you capiche
At ease
And plant your allegiance to the double 0
You wanna get up on this
Track nigga double no (rookie)
No more music by the suckas (Yea Yea Yea)
If you want it, got it for ya (Yea Yea Yea)
No I don't wanna be the one to tell ya
(tell ya)
If you ain't one of us, it's a failure
(failure) no more music by the suckas
Motherfuck the PD
Smile at me when they see me
But they won't play my CD's even though
They know it sold a milli
Really 'cause they greedy feeding shit
On radio and TV
See, I'm surprised there never been
A kill PD spree
N9ne's trippin' yes I'm bitchin' when they
Act like I ain't rippin'
Rhyme spittin' in line stickin'
Like I designed diction
And this is my mission when
I'm in they eyes vision
Minds quickenin' entire ripsman of this
On the grind strippin'
The crime thickens when record
Executives sign fiction
Align this with his and his
Fizzles and mind sickens
Rewind this and give it
To whomeva's behind listenin'
And try and fix 'em meticulousness
With this N9ne grippin'
No more music by the suckas
Word from Chuck D
BDS will see me yet rotation will bust free
From media to 'mediately dissin' like fuck me
But when Weezy get with speedy Tech
The N9na's a must see
Thanks, Weezy it ain't easy to slang
CD's and make a bank
When blank PD's spin it but it ain't meaty
And the DJ's they be
Puppets for the mothafuckas
I'm sure they had it nothin' like us
They want no more music by the suckas
No more music by the suckas (Yea Yea Yea)
If you want it, got it for ya (Yea Yea Yea)
No I don't wanna be the one to tell ya
(tell ya)
If you ain't one of us, it's a failure
(failure) no more music by the suckas