Sickology 101

Ayy, 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 (yeah)
Switchin' the pattern, bust out that quick Middle west chatterin'
Some people hate, but it ain't matterin', but the people gather, it's flatterin' (yeah)

Switchin' the pitch, mixin', there's no need to be stiff in this bitch
Spittin' full clips on a mission, full bliss when I be rippin' this shit
Make it excitin', got to be invitin' when you're writin' your piece
Never be dick ridin', if you're goin' to be bitin', you're ignitin' the beast

This is melodic (yeah), melodies if you got it (yeah)
Mix it hot as tamales, you singin' off-key, it's garbage (yeah)
If you can't keep an octave in a pocket, you need to stop it (yeah)
Have confidence, speak with conviction, don't put 'em asleep when you rock it (yeah)

This is harmony, Nina's takin' you through it (yeah)
Make it buttery, utterly beautiful, make it fluid (yeah)
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 (go)
Comin' correct when creatin' the crazy composition (go)
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 gotta do whatever my verse say

So if you wanna 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 gotta 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 lightnin' 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 recyclin'

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 gotta be vicious, this is Sickology

For those who don't know what the fuck's goin' on
This is Sickology 101, you punk motherfuckers
Ha-ha-ha, let's kill these niggas