Tech N9ne, “Worldwide Choppers” (Lyrics + MP3)

3 May

Tech N9ne’s “Worldwide Choppers” brings all of your favorite double-time spitters together to spit in double- and triple-time over some jagged guitars and huge drums, and it is by far the most difficult song I have ever had to transcribe. And you cannot possibly know what I mean unless you listen to it.

Download the “Worldwide Choppers” MP3, and find the “Worldwide Choppers” lyrics — with help from Killer Hip-Hop — after the jump.




Sen kalk bir minik mikrofonunu getir bak jak
Burda diktafonuna tak kağıt kalem bir de ilham
Alınacak tam gaz choppers havada düşman avına çıkalım
Akalım hadi bu battle’ı kazanalım

(It started in the Midwest)
(Now we ’bout to take it)
(All over the world, baby!)
(This is the pinnacle!)
(Yeah, Tech N9ne!)

Tech N9ne

Follow me, all around the planet, I run the gamut on Sickology
They could never manage, we do damage wit’ no apology
Pick ’em out the panic, a little manic ’cause I gotta be
Frantic, I’ma jam it ’cause I’m an oddity
Gobble on the track like I’m grubbin’ at Mama Nacka’s
I could pop at you, papa, ’cause I’m partners wit’ Waka Flocka
Gimme the top of hip-hop and watch ‘im make ’em rock
With a show-stopper, chakras poppin’ off the (Worldwide Choppers)
If you anybody, you notice it
Tech is the pinnacle, now the ideal nigga solos it
Little coders to pull again, wrote it quick and they quoted it
Yo, when exposed, the flow be hold it, ’cause when the motor spit
A-bi-de-a, bi-de-a, never did get free of the rear
Better to get just near the mirror, ready to get near my heirs
Gimme the knock and I’ma chop it, he came and it went tomorrow
But I’ma lock it down and hop in the pocket like empanadas
Hit ’em up and get ’em up, I ain’t done, I ain’t did enough
Trippin’ when I rip it, I be the X when I split ’em up
Sorta like I was liquored up and backin’ up in the cup
Everybody be knowin’ I be actin’ up when I bust
From Missouri to Canada, I be keepin’ the stamina
If you never been a fan of the man, the planet’s unanimous
Killer, ’cause he’ll fuck anybody, Tech is calamitous
Leave ’em in the dust, anybody, Tech when I’m standin’, uh
Tech is hostile, he’s awful
He really be wicked when he off in the bottle
You wit’ it, you dig it, you never lost the apostle
He’s thinkin’ he can give it the Poe and toss it Picasso
Killin’ everybody off is the motto
And I be the only chopper that’s tossed in the brothel
You said it’s pathetic, my head is off in the taco
I sped and you bled and you in the coffin when I go

I’m light years ahead of my peers
Want some, you can come bring it right here (Worldwide choppers)
Can’t clown me, don’t come ’round me
Bow down, I was crowned when they found me



Check it, I’m ahead of ’em, chop it up with the veteran
A legend developin’, they gotta tell ‘im it’s evident
Gotta notice an elephant, none of you niggas relevant’
You delicate, I’m lovin’ every second of this



De vil alle tjekke når vi ligger det (They will all check it when we lay it)
Kommer ind og smækker det beatet jeg vækker det (Coming in and smashing it, beatin’, I’m waking it)
I ved hvad der kommer ud af min mund (You know what’s coming out of my mouth)
Hanger med de vildeste gutter (Hanging with the coolest guys)
Det minder mig om vi stikker det af (It reminds me we stapping it (set on fire))
For de kalder mig alle vild worldwide chopper (‘Cause they all call me wild worldwide chopper)



What if I ran into you wit’ a Pogo stick?
Hopped up on top of you rappers like a Jehovah’s Witness?
Wit’ a photo of Jesus and a paper pamphlet
And I threw up more tracks like I was playin’ Hamlet?
Syllable burnin’, that internal damage
Swing, batter, batter, but then I lay back on a hammock
Under an oak tree, like I was peelin’ pecans
But instead, I’m peelin’ rappers’ heads, makin’ a sam-a-wich
Pick up a .22 and put a bullet inside
Of a motherfucker from Westside, a 1987 box
I’m headed up, yeah, headed for bucks
Fuck ’em all, make ’em feel my dread like I had a head of locks
Feel every bump, like you had dead shocks
When I hopped on the fuckin’ beat and I worldwide chopped
Would I fuck wit’ Tech N9ne, twist up the pine
And smoke a beat wit’ Mr. Busta Rhymes, well, sure, why not?
Really don’t need to show any more of my cock
But I run across the stadium in a pair of your socks
In a trenchcoat wit’ the pencil and a watch
Then drop a verse before you can focus to read the clocks
Slumerican is out of control
Heat it up, beat it up, then I gotta go
But I’m a dump truck, just sent another load
Peter Piper dump a pile of peppers in your throat
Wit’ an alien probe

I’m light years ahead of my peers
Want some, you can come bring it right here (Worldwide choppers)
Can’t clown me, don’t come ’round me
Bow down, I was crowned when they found me

Twista! (Chicago)


Like I gotta focus up in my rhythm
Or loosen the venom and hit ’em and give ’em astig-a-ma-tism
And then I’ma spit ’em somethin’ so full of vengeance
That everybody’ll wanna devour the pieces of my enemies, ‘causin’ cannibalism
Breakin’ ’em off into particles, they get in a predicament
That be never reversible ’cause a nigga be too versatile
Makin’ you nervous, you could never compete with the colonel
I burn you, I’m an immortal, and that’s the reason I murder you
Focus on my hocus pocus and make a likkle magic
After I wreck and check ya, then ya best pick a better habit
‘Cause I’m an anomaly, able to give a lobotomy
To any motherfucker challengin’ my astronomy
Hop, and I don’t stop with the violence when the flames thrown
Now one of the most popular choppers and my name’s known
Throwin’ it up in the air, takin’ it there
We W-W-C, if you can’t keep up, shoulda stayed home
My-my-my alien knowledge be makin’ other astronomers
Welcome to this Angeles, a discovery of palentology
So play me and I’ma be shinin’ on them haters
I’m finna be usin’ it as energy, watch how radiant I’ma be
Like a helicopter when the words fly
Entire families all the way down to your girl die
If I catch you fuckin’ with the most intricate lyricists
Or even try to stop us ’cause we choppers and we worldwide
And I’m

I’m light years ahead of my peers
Want some, you can come bring it right here (Worldwide choppers)
Can’t clown me, don’t come ’round me
Bow down, I was crowned when they found me

(New York)

Busta Rhymes

See how they ask when I’ma stop it, my dude
And when I’ma cock it and pop it, and what I’ma drop on my dude
Inevitably, is that I’ma be the most incredible dude
To ever spit on the record and put it together, my dude (Worldwide choppers)
And then they ask “What in the world is you provin’?
What, when you already the best? And what the hell is he doin’?”
Well, I’ma be choppin’ and cuttin’ and breakin’ and beatin’ and shakin’
And fuckin’ everything up ’til there ain’t no further mistakin’
And bustin’ everything up like a fuckin’ angry Jamaican
And shuttin’ everything up, ‘specially the ones who be hatin’
They lovin’ everything until I got ’em stutterin’ stupid
You hear ’em now? “D-d-d-d-don’t do-do-do-do it!
P-P-P-Please? Wh-wh-wh-why you gotta t-try us?
W-w-w-w-we already know that you be the nicest!”
And now I’ma come and kill ’em, get ’em, hit ’em, and finish ’em
And bang ’em in the head and diminish ’em, and then I’ll
Hit ’em again at a minimum, repeat comin’ to kill ’em
Then he be gotta be drillin’ ’em, thinkin’ “They gotta be feelin’ ‘im!”
Spittin’ lithium, see the way a nigga be spillin’ ’em?
And gettin’ ’em stupid to the point where there’s no forgivin’ ‘im?
Hopin’ you’re listenin’ and you’re payin’ attention
And you’re witnessin’ the way that I be christenin’ the mic
And gettin’ in the zone, I be flattenin’ and packin’ in
People from the front to the back and
They got me actin’ a fool, I’m blackin’, nigga
Now I’m home!

I’m light years ahead of my peers
Want some, you can come bring it right here (Worldwide choppers)
Can’t clown me, don’t come ’round me
Bow down, I was crowned when they found me



My fire annihilate, make fighters retire instantly
I’m choppin’, don’t call me Michael Myers in my vicinity
The way I be killin’ ’em with rhythm, it get illegitimate
The iller will finish any, end a predicament
And the enemies in the vicinity, I gotta mack up
They know they can never get wit’ me whenever they mention me
The hands of a young lyrical criminal, more deadly than chemicals
Check my resume, they say that your boy’s biblical


Twisted Insane

..I dead ’em, I set ’em, and you can feel me
Diggin’ up in your brain and bringin’ the pain, and y’all fin’ wanna kill me
Fillin’ ’em with that fury, get up and hurry, you can feel the Remy
Comin’ up wit’ that shit, I’m havin’ a fit, and you will never peel me
Offin’ you when I’m on top of you, we got the drop on you
You been poppin’ off, I’ma hit ’em up wit’ a bullet to the (Brain)
You can look into the eyes of a heathen, breathin’, you’re fiendin’
And dreamin’ to find a demon named Insane, I’m a worldwide (Chopper)

33 Responses to “Tech N9ne, “Worldwide Choppers” (Lyrics + MP3)”

  1. Andy Hutchins May 3, 2011 at 5:44 PM #

    If you can correct anything in these lyrics, PLEASE DO.

    • Roberto May 31, 2011 at 8:50 PM #

      ON TECH PART’S THERE WAS AN INTERVIEW WHERE HE WAS SAYING THE “Down for the trackin’ like I’m grabbin’ at my binoculars” PART AND IT’S ACTUALLY “Gobble The Track Up Like I’m Grubbin’ At My Mama Nackas”

      • Roberto May 31, 2011 at 8:51 PM #

        CORRECTION: ON TECH PART’S THERE WAS AN INTERVIEW WHERE HE WAS SAYING THE “Down for the trackin’ like I’m grabbin’ at my binoculars” PART AND IT’S ACTUALLY “Gobble The Track Up Like I’m Grubbin’ At Mama Nackas

  2. freshlikeuhhn May 3, 2011 at 5:53 PM #

    “Think I’ma turn into and put a bullet inside of a
    Motherfucker from Westside, a 1987 box”

    i think its “pick up a .22 and put a bullet inside…”

    great job tho, this is ridiculous

  3. Kevin May 3, 2011 at 8:37 PM #

    The Alabama guy is Yelawolf, yeah?

  4. Kevin May 3, 2011 at 8:41 PM #

    And New York is obviously Busta…

  5. n9ne May 3, 2011 at 10:34 PM #

    i dont know what made you think that its arabic but turks have their own language called turkish.

    • Andy Hutchins May 4, 2011 at 12:43 AM #

      99% of Turkey is Muslim? I associate Islam with Arabic? Yeah, I dunno; jumped to that conclusion, thanks for the correction.

      If you know what he’s actually saying, though, that’d help.

  6. Justin May 4, 2011 at 1:14 AM #

    Lol, you take a look at how many words there are and you think this song must be 8 minutes long…

  7. Jo May 4, 2011 at 7:21 AM #

    Hi, I’m Turkish and here is CEza’s lyric.

    “Sen kalk bi’ mini mikrofonunu get bak shot
    Burda diktafonuna tak kâğıt kalem bir de ilham alınacak
    Tam gaz Choppers havada düşmana buna
    Çıkalım akalım hadi bu battle’ı kazanalım .”

    Peace !

    • Andy Hutchins May 4, 2011 at 10:53 PM #

      You’re my hero. Thanks.

      • Jo May 5, 2011 at 5:48 AM #

        Don’T mention it. 🙂

      • Andy Hutchins May 5, 2011 at 2:18 PM #

        What does it mean, loosely?

      • boogie May 10, 2011 at 5:13 PM #

        correction for ceza’s verse

        ” sen kalk bir minik mikrofonunu getir( get up and bring your mic )
        bak jak burda diktafonuna tak( look, here is the jack, connect with your dictaphone)
        kağıt kalem bir de ilham alınacak( paper, pencil and inspiration will be got)
        tam gaz choppers ( non stop choppers)
        havada düşman avına çıkalım, akalım (let’s go hunting the enemies and flow in the air)
        hadi bu battle’ı kazanalım.(let’s win this battle)”

      • Andy Hutchins May 16, 2011 at 4:35 PM #

        I edited it for that clarity and also to make the bars rhyme.

  8. Masta May 4, 2011 at 11:31 AM #

    This shit was bananas. great job on the lyrics too. you did alot more than i could ever do.

  9. TSpizzy May 5, 2011 at 9:07 AM #

    Psychology, is actually sickology. it’s one of his albums.

    • Andy Hutchins May 5, 2011 at 2:18 PM #

      Thanks. I actually thought it sounded like psychometry on first listen. I have no idea what that would have been, but it sounds cool.

  10. Jake May 7, 2011 at 3:26 PM #

    peter piper dump a pile of peppers…

  11. jake May 13, 2011 at 1:20 PM #

    also it’s when when i fuck wit’ tech n9ne twist up a pine and smoke a beat wit mr. busta rhymes..
    wicked job tho!!

  12. Chase Spitka May 23, 2011 at 8:18 PM #

    i think towards the middle of twista’s part where its says “Focus on my hocus pocus and make a lick o’ magic”
    like saying “lick of magic” but pronouncing it “a”

  13. Collin B. May 24, 2011 at 6:11 PM #

    Ok, for D-Loc’s first line I through it on a loop in VLC at about half speed and trying to pick syllable’s apart. So far what I have is “Like fire annihilate me, father retire instantly” Honestly I don’t think he’s saying father but that’s the only word I can put to it…

    • Andy Hutchins May 25, 2011 at 2:11 PM #

      I slowed it in WMP: “My fire annihilate, make fighters retire instantly.” Thanks for the idea.

  14. Niseehm May 29, 2011 at 6:13 PM #

    Awsome i lik wen busta he killed the track

  15. Roberto May 31, 2011 at 8:56 PM #

    ON TECH PART’S THERE WAS AN INTERVIEW WHERE HE WAS SAYING THE “Down for the trackin’ like I’m grabbin’ at my binoculars” PART AND IT’S ACTUALLY “Gobble The Track Up Like I’m Grubbin’ At Mama Nackas

    • Andy Hutchins June 1, 2011 at 9:06 AM #

      I believe you, but do you have a link to the interview?

  16. Andrew August 6, 2011 at 7:25 AM #

    Who sings the 3rd verse??? It’s not Tech as it’s listen there.

    • t-mac September 27, 2011 at 10:07 AM #

      there is a lot of mistakes in theses lyrics….. twist up the pine??? it’s actually well then, fine…. but man you did a lot better than i could have done…. great job!

      • Andy Hutchins September 27, 2011 at 6:41 PM #

        No, it’s definitely “twist up the pine / And smoke a beat.” But thanks.


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